The Honor Guard didn't use lethal weapons but were equipped with shields and bone maces. A shield strike knocked them out, and when the maces were swung, they crushed bones on those cultists.
The crackling sounds were like frying beans, but fortunately, those cultists were resilient; otherwise, too many deaths would be hard to explain to the Lord.
The spellcasters tried to resist, casting sorcery at the Honor Guard, but it had no effect whatsoever.
They had seen every kind of situation, having emerged from the dungeon.
Instead, the cultists' spellcasters revealed their positions, and someone immediately targeted them.
An arrow shot out, directly interrupting the spellcaster's actions. If the intention wasn't to leave one alive, the arrow would have pierced the eye socket instead of the torso.
Cultists were fine bullying ordinary people, but facing this group of champions, they were like mere chicks.
