Is it possible that such an ancient spell, requiring a special scroll to cast, was so easily broken by the opponent?
"Damn it, how did that despicable otherworlder manage it?"
Sir William's usually dignified face finally showed a hint of exasperation, and his expression turned grim.
"My King, this is..."
Among the astonished crowd, only the Holy Knight Commander Jered, who had remained silent, took a deep breath before asking, "What should we do next?"
"What else can we do? While they haven't caught their breath, deploy all the battle airship troops and flatten them directly!"
Sir William slammed the armrest of the throne with a cold smile on his lips: "Right, have those scoundrels ready too; their time for revenge has come."
"As you command."
Hearing the term "scoundrels," Jered's brow furrowed slightly but then he went to execute the orders.
Meanwhile, on our Sunset Fortress's city wall, there was naturally a scene of jubilation.
