Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 684

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 154
52. Bow Within Bow (1)
Vikings were advancing from the west.
They had already drawn dangerously close.
Now they charged in a straight line without even bothering to dodge arrows.
It meant they had spotted an opening to finish this.
The Joseon Archers naturally understood this as well.
“Oh, here they come! Axe range incoming! There are too many!”
The distance the enemies needed to cover was shrinking, yet their numbers remained unchanged.
So they cried out in desperation.
“Damn it! Should we go there or hold position?!”
No command came down.
“Why aren’t my arrows hitting?!”
To make matters worse.
The archers positioned to the west were so tense that they couldn’t land their shots from their own positions.
“What do we do?!”
Even Pangeo should have issued orders. But he too remained silent.
There was no choice to make.
At that moment, someone shouted.
“Return to position! Marksmen!”
Pangeo finally remembered.
‘Ah.’
What Cookie had said.
He had forgotten it then because he didn’t understand exactly what it meant.
Now he understood.
「The enemies are skilled, so they’ll definitely make adjustments. That’s why we prepared for it.」
Whoosh──!
A single figure burst forward in an instant, changing position.
No, this person had never been assigned a fixed position from the start.
There was no reason for such a restriction.
Because he could shoot curve shots from any position.
「The only player who didn’t need to follow the manual.」
Twang…!
He drew three arrows from the quiver of the soldier beside him and nocked them all at once.
「He will handle the variables.」
A player with no number assigned.
He was Almond.
Whoosh──!
The three arrows he released flew toward the charging Vikings.
──Thud thud thud!
Of the three arrows I released, only one found its mark.
Yet it was the entire Viking force rolling across the ground.
“!?”
They had thrown themselves down and tumbled to evade my arrow barrage.
Even if they lost a few men, they should have pressed forward regardless, but they had been overwhelmed by the momentum.
Considering how ferociously they had charged like madmen until now, their reaction was almost shocking.
‘This can’t be. Surely not.’
That was when Pangeo understood.
The enemies recognized me.
There was no reason to stop mid-charge and throw themselves down. They had overreacted to the simple fact that I was drawing my bow directly at them.
Overseas, each team had one or two players like this.
But Joseon had never produced one before.
‘So I’ve become that kind of player now….’
Before I arrived.
[Concentration]
My three arrowheads began to glow white.
‘That was the real one.’
The first arrow I shot was a feint—I hadn’t even gathered my concentration.
This volley would truly sever the enemy’s lifeline.
Kiiiing!
White light blazes forth.
“!”
The enemies, already thrown into disarray by the initial delay, had no time to properly evade the next volley.
In that moment of gathering concentration, I released the bowstring with cruel swiftness.
Paaang──
Three arrows traced white arcs through the air.
Thwack!
The arrows struck three Vikings attempting to rise.
Two of them hit vital points.
“!”
A technique almost impossible to believe even when witnessed with one’s own eyes.
Firing multiple arrows simultaneously is a technique any archer attempts at some point.
But maintaining accuracy while doing so is simply unreasonable.
When three arrows are nocked on the bowstring, the structural mechanics cause each arrow’s trajectory to curve differently.
Hitting all of them borders on the realm of pure luck.
In fact, I had never even attempted such excessive multi-shots during practice.
So how could…?
‘…Ah, I see!’
Pangeo understood once more.
Look at the Viking formation now.
They were deliberately bunching up their forces and charging forward.
‘So three at once?’
In cases like that, even a careless shot would hit soldiers about half the time if the trajectory was roughly correct.
That principle registered clearly in Pangeo’s eyes, equally skilled as he was as an archer.
‘But how would it look to the enemies?’
Even from this distance, I could see her.
That woman called Jessi.
Lying prone, her eyes trembling slightly.
Despite being clearly skilled, she was panicked.
Yet to her credit, she gritted her teeth and pressed the charge forward.
“Keep going! Charge! We’re almost there!”
But this time, not only Almond but also the western archers who had regained their confidence joined in.
“Just keep shooting however you can!”
Under Almond’s simple command.
They too began nocking two or three arrows simultaneously and firing them off.
It was essentially suppressive fire.
But it was enough to confuse the Vikings.
Pababang!
Pabang!
How could they tell which arrows were accurate and which were wild shots?
“Throw!”
Jessi, who had finally reached striking range, hurled her axe.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The axe flew through the air with a loud cutting sound, grazing past Almond’s shoulder and striking the soldier behind him.
Thud!
But the incoming axes didn’t stop there.
From the opposite side—the camp where Pangeo was positioned—it was the same.
“Huh? Ugh—”
──Thud!
Ratte, standing beside him, suddenly flew backward and collapsed.
An axe was embedded in his forehead.
“Damn. What the—!?”
I’d clearly dealt with all the ones coming from the east?
The moment Pangeo turned to look back, he froze in horror.
“Shit, shit… why are they still alive?”
The Vikings I’d definitely killed were rising back to their feet.

* * *
“Aaaaaargh! Almond! His mere presence is already dominating the entire battlefield!”
The commentators were going on and on about Almond’s overwhelming aura.
A single player’s heroic narrative was the commentators’ favorite topic, so they had every reason to elaborate extensively.
“With overwhelming pressure! With fighting spirit! With pure aura! He’s completely frozen all the Vikings in place right now! This is the equipment of a true master strategist!”
-For real
-What just happened lol
Everything got flipped over lol so funny
-Looking for a video titled “Vikings trembling and prostrating before the Joseon Archer”~
-Confirmed~
“This is exactly why Almond has to be the leader of this team! The difference is completely stark compared to when Pangeo was leading!”
“Absolutely! It looks similar to the victory patterns Joseon has shown so far, but the reality is completely different!”
“Exactly! They’re winning purely through combat technique!”
King Gul was pointing out that Joseon had never once won through pure combat technique.
But then—
“Wait! Hold on just a moment!”
An anomaly caught their eye.
“Huh?”
The Caster noticed it too.
“What is this? Did Valhalla already upgrade!?”
Valhalla.
The faction called the last hope of the Vikings in Era 4.
A unique faction where dead Vikings could resurrect once more on the battlefield.
If the Vikings, weak in the late game, had even one chance to make a comeback, it was now.
But right now, it wasn’t even Era 4—it was Era 2, not Era 3.
“That… that can’t be right!”
“Then what is that!?”
The reason the Caster had mentioned Valhalla was because the Vikings who had been lying dead in the east were literally rising up and rushing forward, hurling axes.
-No way, what the heck??
-Are they zombies?
-They weren’t dead?
No way, you’re playing dead lol
-This is insane
-Scary
“We’d need to see the replay to be sure! But this…”
King Gul, who had been skeptical, suddenly cried out in shock.
“No!? Vikings! Resurrection!? They’re literally coming back to liiiiiife!?”
The dead Vikings were rising to their feet and hurling axes.
I’m dying laughing ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-For real
-What is that???
-That’s a bug
Already taking off your clothes??ㅋㅋㅋ
and lol creativity lol
“King Gul! Is this a real resurrection!? Valhalla!? What is this!?”
“Ah. Based on the circumstances….”
He remembered how the Vikings rushing from the east earlier had been swept away far too quickly, which allowed him to reach this conclusion rapidly.
“It seems like they were playing dead!? This is definitely a gimmick that appeared occasionally in previous tournaments!”
“What!?”
“They weren’t actually dead—they just collapsed beforehand! That way, it looks like they’re dead to the Joseon side!”
“Ahhhhh…!”
It appeared that a special order had been given to the Vikings entering from the east.
An order to roll on the ground and collapse if they felt like they were about to die while running.
“They were crawling underneath the undergrowth in that state! Then they suddenly jump up right in front of us! Right now, Joseon can’t respond!?”
lol
-What kind of strategy is that lol
and lol
-The Viking Commander is legendary too
Since it’s the main competition, all kinds of crazy stuff comes out lol
“The Vikings also prepared a kind of countermeasure against the Archers!? Considering that they can fake like this going forward!? This is going to be extremely exhausting!?”
“Yes! Since the first main tournament match is so important, both sides have brought plenty of preparations! Thanks to that, we have lots to see~!”
“For the Archers, this is now a maximum crisis!”
Whoosh!
Thwack!
As the Viking who suddenly stood up immediately threw his axe, three or four Archers in the east instantly collapsed.
A maximum crisis was approaching the Archers fighting in the valley.
“But! Joseon!? Right now they’re raiding the enemy’s hunting post!?”
Joseon is raiding the Viking hunting post, but….
“Ahhh! Cookie! He’s not falling behind in multitasking either! He sent them out long ago!?”
“The food the Vikings worked hard to hunt! It’s being looted… If all the Archers here die, the game becomes strange!”
All the Archers in the valley dying right now is outside the calculations.
“Aah! So the formation will collapse after all!? At least buy time! At least buy time!”
As the formation crumbles, the Archers begin to be swept away in an instant.

* * *
“Pierced through!”
“Ugh!”
“This is insane. What the—!? What is this!?”
The Joseon Archers scattered in panic, abandoning their positions.
There was no choice.
The Vikings they thought were dead came charging back to life.
They couldn’t simply hold their ground.
They fled while firing arrows as desperately as they could.
[Battle Fanatic]
Crash—
The moment the Vikings’ faction ability closed the distance below a certain threshold, a charge judgment triggered instantly, and an axe cleaved through a skull in a heartbeat.
—Splurt!
With the situation deteriorating like this, the western flank couldn’t mount a proper defense either.
Their rear was collapsing; they couldn’t keep firing forward while watching their backs.
‘What is this?’
I glanced around in confusion, unable to fully grasp the situation.
Why were Vikings suddenly appearing from the east?
In the meantime, the western flank crumbled completely.
Jesse crossed the defensive line, drew her sword, and began slaughtering the archers.
“Slash!”
The Vikings surged forward with bitter vengeance, and the archers fell in a tragic heap.
Splash! Splash!
Joseon corpses drifted downstream in the valley waters.
The remaining archers dwindled to five or fewer in moments, and knowing death was near, they fired wildly, determined to take as many with them as possible.
Then one of them suddenly grabbed all his quivers and bolted toward somewhere.
“Wait—he’s fleeing!”
He wasn’t running toward the Joseon camp, but rather toward the Viking encampment.
“What?”
“Catch him! It’s Almond!”
He wasn’t just any soldier—it was me.
Because of that, the Vikings couldn’t let me escape.
About five of them were dispatched to pursue me, and in the meantime, the remaining archers were eliminated, leaving the valley entirely in Viking hands.
“Chase him! Chase him!”
The Vikings’ Battle Fanatic faction increased their movement speed when charging toward enemies.
No matter how much the Joseon soldiers benefited from their mountain people faction, as archers, they couldn’t escape being caught by Vikings.
But—
“What the—why is this guy so fast!?”
“Running is a skill too? What is this!?”
Somehow, they couldn’t catch me.
The gap wasn’t closing at all.
I couldn’t understand it.
Running speed isn’t a skill factor in this game.
There’s simply a fixed speed for everyone.
No matter how many mountain terrain bonuses an archer receives, they’re still slower than Viking warriors benefiting from the “Battle Fanatic” effect.
So why was there a difference?
One of the pursuing Vikings noticed something odd.
“Wait. Why is that bastard carrying so many quivers? Is he mocking us?”
Archers have infinite arrows.
There was no reason to carry multiple quivers from allies like that.
“Huh… huff. N-now that I think about it, that guy was pulling arrows from other soldiers’ quivers earlier too? Is that just… showing off?”
Eek.
In that instant, the Vikings exchanged glances, their eyes widening in horror.
“Wait, then—”
That’s when it happened.
──Shiiiiick!
An arrow curving around a tree pierces through one Viking’s head from the side.
Boom!
One Viking explodes in white sparks, collapsing headless.
“C-crazy. Where!?”
The opponent vanished in the blink of an eye.
The Vikings who had come to hunt him now had to press their backs together, watching all directions warily.
No matter how much they scanned their surroundings, there were only dense trees everywhere.
The trees that should have protected them from arrows were now sheltering the hunter.
“P-put your ear to the ground. Can’t see him.”
“Ugh!?”
Boom!
Another arrow from somewhere smashes through someone’s head.
“There!”
One of them spotted his position and ran.
It was useless.
“?”
I had already sprinted much farther away and vanished again.
Overwhelmingly faster movement speed.
‘Insane.’
They finally understood.
They couldn’t catch up, and they couldn’t escape.
‘We’re done for.’
Once they’d entered the mountain path, they were essentially already dead by his hand.

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