Go!

　The ogres roared under Milch's command.
　The reason they didn't rush in immediately is probably because the ogre lords and orc priests are beginning to chant their magic at once.
　There are about eight hundred of them, and they all invoke a certain magic at the same time without missing a beat.　

''Fireball!

　Flaming bullets were not a difficult sorcery, nor were they outstanding in power.
　However, it was different if the eight hundred that were released by the Ogre Lord, Orc Priest, demons with blessed magical power.

(I see, this alone would have been a huge blow to the citadel.)

　Giselhair is convinced.
　If a swarm of ogres with high physical ability and a lot of magic power were to use magic all at once, it would be a force comparable to the Imperial Knights.
　Regardless of the fact that the threat was left to grow, he judges that it was unavoidable that the citadel was attacked down.
　Then he offset eight hundred fireballs in a single breath.

''...... What, what?''

　It was so fast that it seemed to Milch and the others that it was only as if the flaming bullets had suddenly disappeared.
　As Milch and the others struggled to understand what had happened, Giselhair looked at them with pity.

''I'm indeed the weakest of the Eight Divine Lights. But that doesn't mean I'm weaker than you guys, okay?''

　He is only the weakest among the non-standard monsters called Yagami Akira.
　It's not a good idea to wait for the enemies who still can't catch up with you, so Giselhair holds his bow.

It's a good thing that you're not the only one. Cry, Mistortine, bring the melody of death to the fools.

　The magic power was transformed into thousands of arrows and released.

Squall.

　They fell on the ogres like rain.
　The ogres tried to block them with their weapons and arms.
　However, the arrows from each weapon held by the orc generals pierced and killed them.
　The staffs held by the Ogre Lords and Orc Priests are snapped off with a single blow, and the arrows blow their owners' heads off.
　King Milch holds up his two-handed sword and shields his head, but the arrow pierces the sword, shatters his helmet, and penetrates his chest.

''Bah, stupid ...... magic arrow strike is ...... how, how .......''

　Those were the last words of the King who was building the city of demons in the Holy Land.
　Giselkhele's arrows were like a downpour, raining down inside the Citadel of Toria, and the demons that had been nesting there couldn't even escape and were dying.
　This is why he is called the 'Bow Demon of Annihilation'.
　Most of them can't even block the magical arrows he launches, they can't even escape, they can only be annihilated.

''Burn.''

　When Giselhair gave the order, the remaining arrows ignited and started to burn at once.
　If the bodies of the ogres were left intact, they risked luring another demon or becoming the source of a serious outbreak of disease.
　Burning them down is the easy and sure way to do it.
　However, later on, they would have to rain down to put out the fire, but with magic arrows, it wouldn't be too difficult.
　This kind of flexibility and versatility is the advantage of magic arrows.

(Perhaps His Majesty was expecting this?)

　He thinks.
　If it's just about destroying the enemy, there are several people better suited to the task than Giselhair, and the first one is Val.
　But if it is said that he is the one who has the ability to be flexible, it would be him, Wilhemina, and Sidonier.
　It's impossible to say that he was chosen for this mission out of all of these, and it's impossible not to suspect that the Emperor had read it to some extent.
　After all, he was the owner of a track record of pinpointing the enemy's attacks.

''Bartholomeus may be the strongest, but he's not a jack-of-all-trades.

　Giselhair murmured to himself.
　What the strongest Bartolomeus is not good at, the other Yagami Teru can make up for it.
　Instead, Bartolomeus will solve the situations that the other members can't handle.
　That would be fine.