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The knights murmured amongst themselves, their apprehension turning to awe as Michael readied himself.

"He's attacking alone?" someone whispered.

The doubts vanished as Michael mounted Marcus, bow in hand, and descended toward the enemy.

High above, Michael steadied himself on Marcus's back, surveying the enemy convoy below. The supply wagons formed the heart of the column, flanked by soldiers on all sides.

Michael nocked five arrows simultaneously and aimed at the enemy column below. As the bowstring released, the arrows shot through the air with a piercing sound, striking down five targets instantly.

The precision and speed of his attack left the enemy dumbfounded. Panic spread as soldiers looked around in confusion, searching for the source of the attack. Michael wasted no time, lifting his bow again and unleashing another volley.

Mounted soldiers fell one after another, unable to react in time. As the assault continued, the front-line warriors raised their shields and sought cover behind the supply wagons, desperately trying to survive.

Some of the soldiers managed to spot Michael and Marcus high in the sky, but there was little they could do. Their attempts to counterattack only deepened the chaos.

"A dragon rider! He's attacking from the sky!"

"The arrows are raining down on us from above!"

A few archers, at their commander's frantic orders, tried to fire back at Michael. Their arrows, however, fell short, barely even reaching Marcus.

"Shoot higher! He can't have unlimited arrows—wear him down!" shouted the last remaining commander, his voice trembling.

But even his commands were futile. The disoriented archers, shooting blindly at the sky, quickly exposed their positions. Michael, observing their efforts from above, smirked coldly.

"You want to duel with a bow? Very well, challenge accepted," he muttered.

He quickly shifted his aim, targeting the archers who had revealed themselves. One by one, they fell, unable to match his unmatched precision.

The commander, hiding beneath a supply wagon, barked orders in desperation, but his cowardice only fueled the soldiers' despair. With their leaders dead or cowering, the soldiers began to flee.

"Run! He's a monster—a demon!"

"Stop! Rally together!" the commander screamed, but his voice no longer reached his troops.

Michael continued his assault methodically, focusing on mounted enemies first and then targeting heavily armored soldiers. The chaos reached its peak when even the cowardly commander under the wagon was finally silenced by Michael's arrow.

With all leadership eliminated, the remaining soldiers were nothing more than disorganized infantry.

The task force, perched atop their flying beasts, watched the scene unfold with jaws agape.

"Is he even human?" one knight muttered.

"What are we witnessing here?"

Even for seasoned warriors, Michael's feat was beyond comprehension. To fire hundreds of arrows from the back of a dragon, each finding its mark flawlessly—such a thing was unheard of.

By the time Michael lowered his bow, over 700 enemies lay dead. The knights, unaware of the magical power Michael had absorbed, could only watch in stunned silence.

Satisfied with the results, Michael gave the signal for the task force to advance. Marcus's fiery tail lashed through the air, and the knights charged with a roar, their beasts diving toward the panicked enemy.

Michael watched as his soldiers surged forward, his bow now at rest. The hard part was over—he had shattered the enemy's morale. The task force could handle the rest.

As the knights clashed with the remaining soldiers, Michael directed his attention to any stragglers attempting to flee. Mounted on Marcus, he patrolled the battlefield, picking off escapees with deadly precision.

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When the battle concluded, Michael descended from Marcus's back, surveying the wreckage.

"Miaomiao, check the perimeter. Make sure no one escaped. Take the other beasts with you," he ordered.

[Understood,] Miaomiao replied, summoning other beasts to assist in the sweep. The disciplined hierarchy among the beasts was evident as they followed her command without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Michael and the task force began gathering the fallen soldiers' bodies into a central area.

Michael knew better than anyone the dangers of leaving corpses unattended. The risk of disease was high, and in a world filled with magic, there was always the possibility of malevolent spirits or dark entities taking advantage of such remnants.

"Bring all the bodies here. Ensure none are left scattered. Let's finish this quickly," he instructed.

While the soldiers moved the bodies, Michael enlisted a few beasts to dig a massive pit. Their powerful claws made short work of the task.

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"Perfect. Now, toss the bodies in," Michael replied.

Once the bodies were piled into the pit, Michael turned to Marcus.

"Burn it," he commanded.

Marcus unleashed a torrent of flames, reducing the corpses to ash. The fire roared fiercely, its heat and smoke spreading across the plains.

The task force stood silently, watching the flames consume the remains. The acrid stench of burning flesh filled the air, but no one flinched. They knew this was a necessary step.

Amidst the carnage, one surprising discovery lifted their spirits. Upon inspecting the enemy's wagons, the soldiers uncovered a trove of supplies—food, weapons, and other valuable resources.

"This is incredible," one soldier exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe. The excitement rippled through the group as they explored the unexpected bounty.

Michael allowed himself a rare smile.

"Looks like we got lucky. These supplies will be well-received back at the fortress."

After ensuring the spoils of war were distributed among the beasts, Michael urged them onward. Marcus, who noticed a golden chest on the back of another beast, let out a sorrowful whimper, but Michael pretended not to notice.

"Miaomiao," Michael called softly.

The small creature perched on his shoulder, busily grooming its fur, lazily raised its head. Its bright green eyes met Michael's.

"Select a few beasts with keen eyesight and have them scout the surroundings. Cover all directions—north, south, east, and west—within a 30-kilometer radius," he instructed.

Letting out a sigh, Miaomiao nodded.

"Understood, but include this reconnaissance as a special mission and compensate me accordingly," the creature replied telepathically.