Laws, as "subjective laws" in the realm of idealism, are often beyond the scope of human imagination.

For example, if the title of the demigod William is "Iron Arm", then his major law is most likely related to "Iron", and a small probability is related to "Arm". Even so, it is still difficult to accurately guess the characteristics of his laws.

For example, this "iron" can manipulate all metals? Or can you metalize everything? Even "Iroed" on a spiritual level is possible, depending on William's own perception and understanding of his own laws.

In the hearts of a thousand readers, there are a thousand Hamlets; The comprehension of the same law concept by a thousand transcendents will also form a wide variety of skill effects. Judging the specific effect based on the name of the law alone is absolutely difficult for anyone to do.

After a little distraction, Shirley understood that it should be in Palermo City, and Aske had fought William for about a few minutes in order to catch Mia, who had grabbed Navia's bone tooth - it should have been from that battle that he figured out the characteristics of William's laws.

However, in just a few minutes, what level is it to gain insight into the opponent's ability characteristics and design extremely targeted tactics by the way?

Not to mention anything else, in the Caucasian Assassin Organization under Shirley, this kind of person is a very important intelligence analysis talent, and Shirley must be encircled.

Fortunately, this guy named Asker is a friend of the Messiah, not an enemy...... Thinking like this, Shirley quickly opened the field and walked around.

Whenever she found a large stone on the side of the mountain, she would first slap it in William's direction, and as long as the stone shook slightly, this small speed would increase rapidly in the field, completely ignoring the normal law of conservation of kinetic energy, and shooting towards William like a cannonball.

William, on the other hand, quickly dodged with a gloomy face. In the crimson realm, the rust beneath his feet seemed to possess a spirit of its own, constantly supporting him to move back and forth in the air, avoiding the fire of the stone cannonballs.

"It looks like some kind of magnetism...... Derek muttered, swinging his knife and slicing the ropes off Roger's body.

Roger was suddenly ecstatic, and was about to speak, only to find that his throat and tongue were completely immobile.

More precisely, his whole body lost control, as if he had been reduced to a marionette in the palm of someone else's hand, and ran stiffly in the direction of William.

"Ugh." Derek let out a long sigh and pulled another doll out of his sleeve.

The Berber voodoo doll, if the Azure Sword and others are here, you can see that the doll that Derek took out is very similar to the cursed doll that was handed over to everyone in the Spiritual Tree Mutation.

It's just that the one of the Banshee King is used to help people resist three fatal injuries, but the one in Derek's hand has a ......

He casually threw the voodoo doll on the ground, and the doll exploded when it touched the ground, and then a vast amount of white gas rushed out of it, accompanied by an ethereal song that was difficult to find, like a woman's hoarse chant, and like a gasp of pain.

Rushing out of the white air were countless transparent banshees, dressed in ragged clothes (in fact, the clothes were part of their bodies), wearing translucent shackles on their wrists and ankles, their hair fluttering like snakes without wind, and their mouths full of sharp teeth, singing extremely beautiful and sweet songs.

Siren Banshee. The Magic Sound Hundred.

William in the Rust Field glanced this way, and suddenly the expression on his whole face almost collapsed.

The siren, with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a fish, is probably the most common and feared transcendent monster in the Mediterranean. Their singing is said to have some kind of enchanting magic that can make any strong-willed person lose their sanity and become a complete mental puppet of the sirens.

In otherworldly parlance, the siren's song is an attack on the mind.

And as we all know, the "mind" is a very nasty ability, if you don't have the corresponding mental ability, then unless your spirituality is much stronger than the other side, there is basically no effective defense against mental attacks.

Derek calmly walked towards William's side, the puppet realm covered the surrounding area, and suddenly the countless ants, earthworms and rats in the dirt under his feet seemed to be driven by something, and they broke through the ground collectively and rushed towards William's rusty field.

William motionlessly pushed the realm, rusting all the little things that rushed in (these were obviously used to drain his energy and spirit), and then saw that the sirens had flown over.

These translucent banshees, delicately roaming the periphery of the rusty realm, singing maddening songs from their mouths. Even the northern trumpet army in the distance, in the closer area where the singing was still clearly audible, showed faint signs of losing control.

William waved his arms expressionlessly, rusty powder filling the air, and rubbing against each other fiercely, and for a moment there was a harsh grinding sound like a cat's claw scratching a blackboard, disturbing and diluting the magical banshee song.

He quickly glanced back and back as he moved around to dodge Shirley's attack, and saw that with the sound of rusty noise, the originally somewhat disordered Northern Horn Army formation had also regained order and operation.

And the young mercenary leader who had challenged himself in Palermo was still fighting the knights of the Northern Horn, and was constantly in an increasingly dangerous situation of being besieged.

Some of the Huskar guards even gave this side a signaling look, asking if they would send troops to support this side, which had already completely suppressed the enemy anyway.

William made a quick gesture:

Allocate a part of the high-level knights' forces to come, don't get close, keep a long-range attack, and contain these two demigods for me.

Then the Northern Horn moved again, and some of the high-ranking Norman knights left the battlefield surrounding Asker and began to approach the direction of the three demigods.

The spells and throwing axes that overflowed with cold air were also constantly being thrown in this direction. Upon entering Shirley's domain, these long-range projectile attacks were immediately distorted in the direction of the vector and shot in William's direction; When you enter Derek's realm, strange creatures come out to block attacks, such as rats, insects, birds, and even skeletons that break through the ground.

Again, these attacks do little damage to the two demigods, but they can effectively distract them and accelerate their spiritual depletion.

"Didn't that guy say the Normans were all handed over to him?" Derek was a little helpless.

"Do you expect him to stop hundreds or thousands of people on the other side alone?" Shirley understands that.

However, if she could know what Asker was thinking, she probably wouldn't have forgiven his actions anymore.

Because Asker was thinking at this time, with the help of the battle with a large number of Norman transcendents, he would help himself realize the "concretization" of the laws of war, so as to successfully cross the threshold of Lv.15.

The concretization of the law requires a deep understanding of the law to do so. And for the laws of war, participation in war is undoubtedly the most efficient method.

That's why Asker chose to fight against so many Norman knights alone, and it was under the guise that the two demigods helped him entangle William, so that he deliberately felt at ease with the idea of mowing the grass.