Isekaied Into An Eroge, Time To Have Fun!-Chapter 240: Excursion (3)

The time to strike came about fifteen minutes after we had settled down in the forest, just a stone’s throw away from one of the many gathering places of the Cultists that had decided to shake up the long established peace that the city of Mythia had enjoyed for oh so long.

With the whistling of flaming projectiles overhead we gathered together and silently stalked forwards once more, heading back towards that pit and finding it almost exactly as we had left it; many of the Cultists were still in the midst of their debauched indulgence despite those three mages from before now lobbing attacks at the faraway dome around Mythia.

It was almost... unnerving, what with how easy it was to sneak up onto the pit and slowly spread out, the three monks all taking a spot around the pit and beckoning for us to follow one of them into the upcoming battle.

I stuck near the Wrath Repentant since they always had the higher physical stats when compared to the others, and right now I wanted to further bolster the defenses around me as best as I could just to make things easier on myself.

Plus I was a ranged attacker, so having another able bodied defender in front of me was more than ideal, especially when I was told to just remain here at the lip of the pit so that I could pick off whomever might prove to be problematic.

My eyes were already sweeping over the various Cultists inquisitively, seeking out obvious signs of ’danger’ that put them further up or down the list that I was mentally writing down as we continued to wait for the signal.

There was a really muscular Beastkin of some kind that was sharpening a gigantic double bladed axe whilst knocking back tankard after tankard of whatever the naked, bruised yet very clearly aroused Mousekin fetched for her, and then there was this Aviankin that had a gorgeous crystalline spear that rested beside her as she slammed her hips down into a sobbing Elf.

How they managed to find or keep these slaves here for as long as they did - plus however it was that they got here - was beyond me, but it was something that was already making it easy to accept what was about to happen here in a moment.

Resting an arrow on the string and slowly building up my mana, I evened my breathing and honed my mind in on that Beastkin first, deciding that the somewhat tipsy and ’capable’ warrior was a more worthy first kill then the one that was balls deep inside of a slave.

The signal came in the form of the three monks letting out a loud war cry that reverberated around the pit, startling all of the Cultists and allowing us to see who reacted fastest; my decision was proven to be the ’better’ one since the Beastkin jumped to her feet immediately, while the Aviankin was blinking away her lust and trying to gather herself.

Drawing the string back and taking aim, I swirled some Fire Mana around the arrow and shot it towards the Beastkin, not letting my thoughts impede my actions and instead just watching as that blazing arrow sliced through the sky before sinking into the middle of the Beastkin’s chest.

Slicing through her casual garments and punching through her sternum, the arrow buried itself deep into her body whilst those flames coiled around the shaft before detonating a moment later, blowing away a decent chunk of her flesh and causing her to drop to the ground, eyes wide and filled with confusion.

Blood spilled from her slightly parted lips, and she idly brought a hand up to her blown open chest to touch the charred, punctured lungs and barely beating heart, unclear as to what just happened and how she had gone from drinking and loving life to now being a few steps away from death.

The way her eyes grew heavy and her body swayed was seared into my mind, and seeing her cough up a pool of blood immediately after was harrowing, yet even still I could only watch as she tried to figure out who had done this.

Her eyes swept around yet couldn’t find the archer responsible, and after another moment she swayed too far forwards and ended up falling flat on her face, landing in a pool of her own blood that was speckled with bits of her flesh.

The image of her kneeling there, afraid and confused... it lingered in my mind, yet the shouting coming from the Cultists and the sight of that Elf slave kicking her captor in the balls spurred me into action again.

Even as I continued to see that rugged Beastkin clutching her chest, I nocked another arrow, coiled some more mana around it and took aim at the doubled over Aviankin, making sure to account for the slave that was kicking at her desperately.

This arrow soared through the air and slammed into the top of my target’s skull, killing her immediately and causing the slave to scream in fear as she scrambled backwards... only to end up letting out a deranged laugh as she rushed forwards and grabbed that spear, stabbing it repeatedly into the corpse of her abuser.

All around me more and more of these Cultists were dying, and those three mages in the middle were being subdued by the monks with intense precision, each strike and movement ushering them into a defeat that left them alive and capable of talking.

It was just like that that I managed to take my first mortal life, and the thing that shocked me the most about it was just how easy it had been; from maybe fifty feet away I had struck down two people in less than a minute, ridding the world of their filth... yet I had done something that felt unnatural.

Taking a life filled me with confused dread... as well as a wave of relief as I reaffirmed to myself that those two were filth that deserved to have their lives cut short; it made it easier to accept, and it was all too easy to just take another arrow, place it on the string and look for a third...