"Fire at me."
Asher said as he pointed to his chest. The Stormbringers did not hesitate as they released arrows at him.
Unfortunately, gold-ranked arrows shot by gold-ranked markswomen bounced off the armor without Asher circulating his battle force.
"Is that all?"
Kelvin coughed when Asher said that. He felt Asher was abusing his soldiers. There was no way gold-ranked steel could compare to gold-ranked dwarven metal, not to talk about the saint-ranked dwarven armor he donned.
Even imperial-ranked weapons would find it hard to breach the armor unless they found an opening. For example, the gaps between the parts of the armor.
Asher wrapped his fingers around Euodias and unsheathed the blade. As usual, a spirit came out, this time around with flickers of lightning, but when it struck him, he only slid back a hundred yards, and there was not a scratch on him.
