The moment the King-slaying Blade was in Chelina's hands, she immediately sensed the continuous surge of dark power from the weapon: despair, fear, unwillingness, resentment—a terrifying artifact spirit trying to subjugate her, turning her into the new host for the sword.

Fortunately, the Wolf Race naturally belonged to dark creatures, possessing high resistance to such cursed power, preventing them from becoming its puppets directly.

What a fierce weapon!

Chelina's heart was slightly startled, and without hesitation, she sheathed it back into the scabbard she carried on her back. Although this weapon was strong, taming it wouldn't be easy, and she would most likely need Prajna's help.

Chelina was unable to master this fierce weapon in a short time, but the Saracen Casters were unaware of this fact.

They were previously Elis's companions and naturally had heard rumors about this legendary weapon.

Besides having a curse power similar to being highly poisonous, making it almost certain death if struck, they had also witnessed the blade easily slice through demon arrays, displaying a demon-blocking power, making it a bane for mages.

As for Chelina, she had already claimed the lives of several Saracen Casters; during the battle against Rashid, people saw her effortlessly cut through Shemir's shield, who hadn't yet advanced to the legendary domain.

This meant that for those people, aside from Shemir, facing her would likely result in being instantly killed.

This stealthy assassin was already a major enemy in the minds of every caster, and now with the magic sword, she became even more formidable.

As Chelina's figure disappeared, each Saracen Caster felt a chill down their spine, as if they were sheep watched by a top predator.

Even Shemir frowned deeply, although the magic sword would be quite difficult to hit him after he entered the legendary domain, but what if?

This threat, even without action, remained a significant menace.

No caster dared to attack with full force under such circumstances, relying solely on a Magic Shield or Triggered Spatial Transmission. In fact, even with full defense, it would be difficult to survive the assassination attempts from this female assassin.

Moreover, not every high-level caster could afford a personal Magic Shield or Triggered Spatial Transmission Array; many in the advisory groups lacked the comprehensive abilities of orthodox wizards.

They had to devote at least half their energy to guard against stealthy assassins.

"Heh."

Seeing this scene, Adil couldn't help but sneer, he might not understand extraordinary power, but he understood human nature.

It seems that those who wield extraordinary power are merely human after all, more afraid of death than ordinary people.

Shemir frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

"Losa once sent a letter, hoping our casters could exercise restraint and not slaughter ordinary soldiers directly."

Adil paused and replied, "I think it's time to reach an agreement with this great enemy of mine."

The dragon they had high hopes for was shot down by an arrow from Nalosa.

Adil truly couldn't understand whether, if the casters of both sides engaged in direct confrontation, victory would be as easily grasped as Shemir claimed.

Honestly, he also hoped the extraordinary ones wouldn't participate in this war, preferably neither side.

If it turned into a large-scale confrontation with Dragon Flame and magic, by the end of the war, hardly any humans would be left alive, an outcome neither he nor the opposing Losa would wish to see.

"That arrow shot by Losa must've cost a lot, giving up now would only give him time to recover."

Shemir said in a deep voice, "This is a rare opportunity."

Adil smiled bitterly, "But Master, opportunities still require humans to grasp, don't they? If Losa really is as you say, at the end of his strength, how could he be unharmed in the face of Elis Master's deadly assassination?"

Shemir also fell into silence, that short sword, if it landed a solid hit, could even kill a legend, so even with defenses, Losa shouldn't be unharmed.

This was the most incomprehensible thing to him; he could see that Elis was a high-level Demon in a human guise, and combining such a creature with the King-slaying Blade, the power unleashed would be extremely impressive.

He deeply furrowed his brow, "Aren't you responding a bit too late?"

After all, they were the ones who first sent the Demon Dragon into battle, and the Giant Beast Legion could be counted as extraordinary weapons.

Adil grinned, "Let the battle between the extraordinary remain between the extraordinary, and the battle among ordinary mortals remain among them, this isn't agreeing to the opponent's conditions, but a tacit agreement I choose to follow as much as possible; rather than treating my soldiers as mere pawns wasting enemy magic power."

His tone paused, sowing sarcasm, "Exactly, our caster team isn't too eager to fight."

It's actually not a lack of enthusiasm; what's the favorite battle mode of casters?

Hiding within a Magic Array, pouring firepower onto mundane armies from afar, safe and efficient, not even worrying about the coverage of enemy Demon-Blocking Golden Arrow Rain, fulfilling their duties perfectly, without earning the infamous reputation of 'doing nothing for money'.

Rather than confronting another group of casters directly because that would truly be a death sentence.

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to Shemir, as if this result was what he had been hoping for.

At the same time, the gloom that had been swirling around him was swept away: "Next, it's our battle. Send out the beast army, move the infantry phalanx forward, and when the enemy's formation is in disarray, charge in. The Black Gulams are ready to respond at any time."

The Saracen beast army was already prepared to advance, and came to the front line. After receiving orders, the drivers on the beasts used bamboo poles to hoist chunks of bloody meat to feed these starving creatures.

Then, the beasts went wild.

Their eyes were bloodshot, white viscous saliva dripping from their mouths, and they let out deep roars as they charged towards the enemy formation under the driver's lashes.

Those were drugged meat chunks, a kind of magic potion that could, in a short time, drain all potential and physical strength.

When these beasts charged, they were destined to burn themselves out completely.

Boom —

The earth trembled.

Although there were only over a hundred of these beasts, which had consumed much of the Saracen's supplies, when they charged together, their momentum was formidable, just like an army of thousands. But after witnessing the fall of a hundred-meter-long giant dragon, such a shock could no longer make the Crusaders feel fear.

"The enemy has started to charge!"

"It's the beasts!"

"Prepare for battle!"

"Shooter phalanx, cover with arrow rain!"

"The long spears, what about the chevaux-de-frise?"

"You fool, against these big ones, what use are the chevaux-de-frise and long spears?"

The Crusaders hurriedly set up their defenses.

"The battle has begun? It's time for us to take the stage, right?"

Furin shouted loudly: "Kill, kill, kill, let's massacre them, tear off that old Shemir's head and kick it like a ball!"

She was very excited, rarely having the chance to go on a killing spree under Losa's command, even though Losa, who had used Dragon Flame to burn Saracen pirates attacking Eira Port, had the most blood debt. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Prajna frowned: "This isn't the time to go berserk; everything should proceed according to plan."

According to the plan, Furinjira, Viviana, Venezia, Kurs, needed to join Richard the Lionheart and Cunning Fox Philip's mage advisors to confront the Saracen casters, excluding Shemir.

Baldwin IV also had a little witch, Nishaya, as an advisor, but that little one was only a novice wizard. Though gifted, her foundation solid, in such intense battles, she was no more than a consumable.

Sending her into the battle, he truly couldn't explain it to Anna.

"Hey, haven't you seen how the Saracen casters are scared like quails? If they don't take action, are we supposed to just stand here and watch?"

"Not just watch, but we can't use magic to attack the enemy directly."

Prajna said coldly: "For example, the enemy's beast army, leave it to me."

With Furinjira's current power, deploying a wide-ranging Blood Domain and turning the army into a pool of blood was no difficult feat.

Similarly, the opposite side could do the same.

The Female Knight wearing the Fallow Deer Hood was deep in thought.

This was what the lord meant by the method that minimizes casualties? The lord was actually a very kind person, at least much kinder than those monarchs who claim to be 'born noble' or have 'noble blood'.

"Miss Lavinia, do me a favor."

"Alright."

The Wolf Race big sister wearing golden glasses smiled and nodded, in agreement. For the sake of practicing combat skills in this world from books, their cooperation had been conducted many times.

As the decree of Golden Radiance fell upon Prajna, a piercing cold wind seemed to cross the spatial barriers from the distant north and arrive in the perpetually warm Egypt.

White frost descended, chilling mist rose.

Many Crusaders instinctively shivered, some exclaimed: "This scene seems like..."

As soon as the voice fell, bursts of barking emanated from the white fog.