Prajna, though not yet elite, is certainly not standing still in her strength.

Ever since the first appearance of Niflgaard's Black Army.

Then as the Wild Hunt Legion appeared one after another, the topic of "Demon Hunter" novels was completely maxed out and was hyped up significantly in the Holy Land, even spreading to Europe, becoming the hottest story in tavern alleys.

Listening to the minstrel's story, playing with hand-drawn counterfeit Gwent cards, and sipping on a few sips of cheap beer has become the favorite pastime of the lower class citizens and farmers.

The White Frost and the Wild Hunt have long become nightmares in the minds of many, in some remote areas they are not even considered as legends, but as real natural disasters.

All of this deepens the power of this Wild Hunt Legion that exists in the world of books, allowing Prajna to leverage a stronger force with minimal consumption to sustain this legion of several hundred cavalry.

With the appearance of the Wild Hunt Legion, those clad in dense iron armor, cold black armored knights covered in frost on their armor, launched a counter-charge.

The icy fog moved forward with them, and the Wild Hunt hounds barked loudly, paving the way for their masters, biting into the legs and chest of the giant beasts, some even gnawing open the beasts' bellies, forcing their way inside, their heads filled with hot blood, even melting their bodies constructed from magic ice crystals.

These magical constructs were created to be consumable, and the more that get crushed into ice crystals, the less consumption it is for Prajna.

"Holy Fire Everlasting, Supreme and Great!"

A rider on the back of a giant beast loudly prayed for encouragement, raised his javelin, and pinned a Wild Hunt hound to the ground, the beast underfoot stomped it into a pile of debris.

This was clearly a very powerful javelin warrior, consecutive javelin throws all hit their target, not a single miss.

His eye-catching performance quickly drew the attention of a Wild Hunt Knight.

This knight donned a feather helmet, his skin exposed outside the armor was a leaden gray, his emotionless eyes were like two blazing blue cold flames, he waved his hand and a dense white frost rushed forth.

The javelin warrior's body stiffened, falling straight from the beast's back, shattering into countless frozen pieces like a delicate porcelain.

The silent undead legion finally collided with the roaring prayer chanting giant beast legion.

The beasts, with their size advantage, trampled many Wild Hunt Knights into heaps of scrap iron.

But the evil spirits beneath the armor felt no fear, as one Wild Hunt Knight raised his lance and fiercely threw it, piercing an eye of a giant beast, setting it into a frenzy, rampaging through the herd.

Other Wild Hunt Knights cast Frost Magic, slaying giant beasts one by one.

The brutal scene left soldiers on both sides in shock, even those who considered themselves elite had few confident they would survive facing such terrifying enemies.

"Hey, how is this different from children fighting?"

Furin scoffed, "Bringing out these guys isn't even enough for a squad of Royal Blood Guards."

The Blood Royal Court's Blood Guards compared to the Wolf Race's Cleansing Teams, but their strength was undoubtedly much greater.

Though the Wolf Race and Blood Royal Court are mortal enemies, the power comparison between them is not balanced.

The situation arose partly because the Blood Royal Court's expansivity is very weak, internally disunited. In Albania, only the Iskander Clan fought against the Wolf Race, the rest of the court couldn't be bothered to intervene, even enjoying watching Iskander suffer.

On the other hand, the ancient members in the upper echelons of the Blood Royal Court either slumbered in coffins or secretly schemed grand plans, these old blood races are indeed villains, dark creatures, but their threat isn't that great, which is why when Austria had not unified Germany yet, the self-styled "Holy" Roman Empire's emperor was willing to turn a blind eye to the Blood Royal Court at their doorstep.

"It's time for me to show off too, can't just let you hog the limelight here."

As she spoke, she once again animated more than a dozen Stone Gargoyles to drive away the falcons in the sky, a move that quickly provoked a counterattack from the Saracen spellcasters.

Her competitiveness was ignited, her face tightened, multitasking as she controlled the Stone Gargoyles like drones to fight the enemy.

The Saracen spellcasters also liked this indirect "duel of magic," they all stepped in, releasing mechanical Flying Dragons, Scorpion-tailed Lions, Mechanical Golems... various magical constructs, clashing in the sky.

But it was actually meaningless, both sides stepping in or not made little difference.

The result was Furin matched one against ten, without being at a disadvantage.

It wasn't that her strength had surpassed a whole tier of higher-level casters, it was just that these people didn't dare to perform too outstandingly.

Everyone feared a King-slaying Blade suddenly stabbing from behind, Shemir could withstand it, but they didn't have the confidence of "I can do it too," after all, at that time, Shemir already possessed the Cuneiform Clay Tablet.

Losa, riding the eclipse, returned to the formation.

His gaze pierced through the smoke-filled battlefield, through the thousands of troops and horses, locking eyes for a moment with Shemir who was overlooking the battlefield from the high ground, then glanced at Adil, slowly raising the Duke's New Spear in his hand.

A faint dragon roar echoed, both Adil and Shemir seemed to see a red-black dragon coiling, its grandeur imposing, staring at them with cold eyes.

"Is this a warning?"

Adil looked thoughtfully at the Dead Knights who were engaged in a fierce battle with the Beast Legion, both sides seemingly exhausting their power at a steady rate. Given the stance, it's highly likely they will perish along with the Beast Legion.

Once these two "extraordinary" forces exhaust themselves, it will be time for them to engage in a tough battle.

In battles of a similar scale, the Saracens are often at a disadvantage when facing the Crusaders.

Truth be told, over the years, the Crusaders have managed to stand firm in the Holy Land as an outsider force, despite numerous setbacks, they've never been driven out. This alone suffices to prove the comparison of their strength, the Frankish Knights have always prided themselves on their prowess.

Adil placed his hand on his chest, quietly reciting a prayer in praise of the Holy Fire. After a long while, he stood up and told the elite cavalry that Saladin had assigned him, "Kasaji Guard, prepare to charge with me."

Shemir frowned and cautioned, "General Adil, you must realize one thing: battles among mortals can never truly decide victory."

"Do you truly believe, General, that if you win this battle and wish to pursue the retreating remnants of the Crusaders, the Franks will not send Casters to block you? Even if you win in worldly wars, you can't claim total victory."

Adil scoffed, "If you and your Casters can win this one, that would be best."

Shemir fell into silence. Nalosa alone, even if the man first shot and killed his god-ascending dragon Tiamat with an arrow, and then endured the assassination of the King-slaying Blade, Shemir was confident in his victory. After all, he was well aware of his full power performance, relying on the Cuneiform Clay Tablet.

But under Nalosa's command, there's more than just this strong individual.

And they are each willing to die for him; previously, that Female Assassin was even willing to give her life to kill him.

But his "companions"?

Except for the not-so-strong ones, among the Fire Worship's Ahongs and Wise Men, few were willing to risk their lives to fight the enemy; they were mere mercenaries looking to earn money, lacking any true principles?

Whether or not victory is attainable, he hasn't a full guarantee, at most, it's just to kill Nalosa and retreat unscathed—the other Extraordinary beings he couldn't manage, by then the battle's trajectory might not proceed as smoothly as he initially promised Saladin.

He is a principled Caster, after receiving so many materials along with the priceless Cuneiform Clay Tablet, he truly wished to exert great effort if within capabilities, especially given his deep hatred toward the opponent.

"Since you've fallen short, don't impede me from fulfilling my duty. If we're destined for defeat in this battle, it is also the will of the Holy Fire." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

He smiled slightly, stepped on a slave's back, and mounted his steed.

"Kasaji Guard! Charge with me!"

...

Nalosa also wasn't all that confident in defeating Shemir, but this guy was undoubtedly the primary target he wanted to resolve in this battle.

Like with Elis, an archenemy among Extraordinary beings, would certainly be a massive threat.

And indeed, Shemir can be considered a person of integrity. When truly desperate, engaging in poisoning, assassination, or cursing tricks posed no threat to him but could turn his territory into a death zone.

But who knows how long this guy's principles will last?

Essentially, Nalosa wasn't the kind to put himself under self-restraint after gaining Extraordinary Power. He showed no hesitation in using the Dragon Flame Ticket against Saracen pirates in the past.

Since one takes up a weapon on the battlefield, being killed can hardly be deemed innocent, better to have enemies die than one's own people.

If Shemir could be resolved, he only needed to transform into a Demon Dragon and fly a circle in the sky, carrying the momentum of victory, causing the enemy to flee—if he slightly offered some benefits, someone would turn over.

It's precisely because there is such strength on the opposing side that he opted to reach a mutual understanding with Adil not to have Casters directly target ordinary people.

As for whether too much bloodshed on both sides would increase ruling difficulties... he never worried about such a thing.

Ruling a group of heretics and different cultures can't solely rely on gentle means.

Across, staring at the Kasaji Guard's distant figure, Shemir suddenly had a feeling, looking towards the distant fluttering Double-headed Eagle Banner, seemingly sensing Nalosa's intent to kill him, uttered a cold laugh.

"Fine, after you finish this worldly battle, we'll settle our accounts separately."

Utilizing the Stairway to Divinity is a form of depletion.

Better to rest well during this time, now or later makes little difference to him.

After all, he originally intended to fulfill his past promises to Saladin as much as possible, now it seems that it's highly unlikely.

He settled down and began to restore his Spiritual Power there.

The Cuneiform Clay Tablet autonomously hovered around him, forming a natural barrier; even if Cherina could wield the King-slaying Blade, she absolutely couldn't penetrate this barrier to attack him.