After the Templar Assassins decisively silenced the dissenting Germans, the Roundtable with the Hydroscope went on relatively smoothly.

Compared to the bad news that the Germanic people gave at the beginning, such as the sea area being blocked, there would be no more reinforcements, and the rapid spread of the necromancers, the key information that the cardinal recounted by the Templar Assassins personally entering the necromantic position was undoubtedly good news like rain in the desert.

In a sense, the most important thing in the battle is intelligence.

An invincible charge with me can only be done with overwhelming strength, and even then it will often capsize in the gutter, and the headless will rush directly to the dry fight, and even if it can win, it will pay more than expected, especially when the enemy is strong and I am weak.

If you want to defeat the strong with the weak, or pay a small price, you need to lay out tactical strategies, and whether it is taking advantage of the situation, attacking it unprepared, or decapitating tactics, all strategies depend on the operation of intelligence: the distribution of the enemy's forces, the structure and number of the army, the supply route of logistics, the strength and morale of the soldiers, the character and ability of the generals, and obtain as much intelligence as possible and analyze it according to the intelligence, so as to get the best strategy against the enemy.

And for the upcoming battle of life and death, the necromancers undoubtedly have an absolute advantage, the army is huge, there is no fear or pain, it is not affected by morale, and there is no need for supplies, and it has the most headache group of heroic spirits.

These heroes from myths and legends possess the power of [miracles], and once thrown, they will inevitably hit the heart of the target's Gáe Bolg. Crashing through the three mountains of Ulster in a single blow is the Caladbolg, a Moralltach (Great Fury) that can kill all the swordsmen on the battlefield with a single slash, and several of these heroes have made a name for themselves by slaying nightmarish monsters like dragons and monsters. If you rush forward stupidly, then there is no need for the Necronomicon to go out personally, the spear of piercing the Death Gli will be named one by one against the strong one by one from ten kilometers away, the spiral sword that is enough to destroy a city with one blow will sweep away the gathered soldiers, and the long sword of Dilumudo will sweep away all the soldiers who are enemies with it, and then the necromancers, led by those humanoid Gundams, will directly rush in and crush the entire alliance to pieces......

If things turn out that way, then there is no need for a meeting.

How to fight the power of these miracles. And in the end, they will complete the task of destroying the Necromantic King, which is what they really need to discuss together, and it is also where the real trouble lies-

"That's basically the high-level heroic spirits in the necromancy. But we didn't get any information about the Necronomicon itself, because we felt that once we got close, we really couldn't come back, but we seem to have someone here who knows a lot about it...... So, can our Savior share his high views? ”

After the narration was completed, the words changed. The church is not too subtle in its pride. Because they do have the strength.

The holy light cultivated by the Holy Hall has proven to be the best means to fight against the necromantic aura, almost comparable to the fountain of life that Xiao Lan transformed with the Holy Grail at the beginning, the original ordinary person's combat power is not one in ten under the influence of the aura of death, and it will turn into a necromantic revival at a very fast speed, but as long as a priest blesses him, this process can be extended several times, and the blessed warriors will not greatly reduce their combat effectiveness in the necromantic aura, In addition, after repelling the necrons in an area, they can even purify the corrupted dead lands, which is a whole cut above the efficiency of the druids' spells that follow the laws of nature. In addition, they sent a true elite from the interior, and the number alone exceeded that of Arthur's soldiers. If it weren't for the fact that the Church did not intervene in secular kingship struggles, but only had to be crowned, they would be powerful enough to bring down any kingdom!

And with such a very critical strength, and they were all active on the front line before, the cardinal does have this pride in confidence, and in view of the fact that the Knights of the Round Table are indispensable as high-end combat power in the decisive battle, he still maintains enough respect for Merlin and Arthur, but Xiao Lan ...... The inexplicable so-called savior, even if he is really the only one who can destroy the king of the necromancy, he is only a person in this alliance who needs to obey the arrangement.

It's just that he was obviously deliberately making things difficult, but Xiao Lan's response was unexpected by everyone.

"It's underestimated, and sometimes it's really not a good thing to be low-key." Without answering his question directly, the demon muttered as if talking to himself, "But, it seems that there is still a chance to raise the profile now......"

His tone was still calm, but clear, and the feeling had changed.

And no matter how much they conceal it, they are all elites who have touched the limits of human beings, and they all noticed this change at the same time, and they felt a chill down their backs in an instant.

"--So, how about we move to a better venue?"

Before the words fell, a whirlwind whistled.

The wind was hot and dry, as if it were about to burn everything. It didn't look like the wind in Camelot's castle, or in a near-airtight room—it came from the wilderness, and it roared in my ears.

Then the wind blew more and more, but when it reached its extreme, it came to an abrupt end, and everything around it fell silent.

Anomalous landscapes erode the present world, and then ...... Completely subverted.

The boiling white flames rushed quickly, the cursed colors of resentment spread rapidly, and everything in its path was replaced by unimaginable otherworlds.

Nightmare Domain......

The wilderness that had shocked Flora and her men was still a shock to everyone present at this moment of reappearance.

- That's right, everyone.

Not only the Knights of the Round Table who were actually in Camelot, but also the Templars in the front positions, and even the Norse warriors who were thousands of miles away, all found themselves in this Atlas from where they had been!

Hydroscopy can project their will onto the other side of the mirror. Templar Assassins can deal damage through their own mirror images, and Xiao Lan can also pull their spirits directly into her dreams.

The Nightmare Mirror, which I haven't used much in the past, has actually played a lot of credit here one after another... It's a wonderful world.

Of course. It's just for Xiao Lan.

The changes around them were too sudden and bizarre, and the people who were pulled into this other world at this moment had no guarantee of peace of mind, looking at the endless desolate wilderness without any life around them, watching countless black phantoms gushing out like a mirage, enveloping them all in the middle in just a few breaths, everyone instinctively shivered from their hearts as if facing an ancient beast. The warriors almost subconsciously grasped their weapons, and even Arthur's Knights of the Round Table were no exception. But the cardinals and wizards realized something.

"How, how can this be...... Magic? Merlin, who had seen something through the power of the Prophet, did not speak, but the other wizards were amazed and muttered to themselves, "No. It's too real, this is -- the concretization of the mental image landscape?! ”

After a few confusing words, the others had basically understood the specific situation.

Even if he wasn't a mage, he could understand what the world around him was like. The damage suffered in this dream will be completely reflected on the actual body. And if you don't have the ability to directly destroy the entire space, there is almost no magic calculation in fighting in a world where all this is controlled by the other party.

However, they don't need to bother to think about further questions.

"Welcome to my world, the world of nightmares......"

A familiar voice came from behind the black-armored warriors who surrounded the crowd, and then the petite but powerful soldiers neatly moved out of the way, and out of it came an equally familiar figure, leading them to the place where they were the initiator.

"Lancer ......"

The Knight King's eyes were a little complicated, looking at the demon who walked calmly and the Queen of the Nightmare Legion beside him, as well as Flora and the little girl named Pandora, who were also following him. He could understand that this man was intending to suppress the excessive pride of the Church through this hand, and at the same time confirm that he was completely "airborne" in the league. But isn't this dismount a little too ruthless?

It may be a bit ruthless, but troubled times call for repetition - it's absolutely necessary.

However, he didn't do this for show or intimidation, and he didn't speak ill of the cardinal with a somewhat gloomy face, Xiao Lan just calmly and objectively stated the facts in his hands, "These are my Nightmare Legions, you can confirm for yourself how effective they are, their identities may not be in line with the teachings of the Templars, but I think the merciful God will definitely allow the overall situation to be the most important when necessary...... What do you say, Bishop? ”

The wrinkles on the old man's face curled up, locked firmly and then stretched out again, and finally chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I'm old, I'm actually being preached by a junior, it's really the age of young people." ”

Having said that, everyone also felt that the atmosphere was soothed, and the old man seemed to be much more relaxed as if he had let go of something, "As far as what you are doing now, it seems that you have already made a plan, so just say it directly." ”

"-As long as it doesn't involve the bottom line of the Templar, then we will do our best to cooperate!"

Xiao Lan, who heard the sound, finally showed a smile, and a thing finally fell into his unique rhythm, although it was not a smile that was in the hands of victory, but it would develop towards the favorable side.

Then the world around them turned back into a blur like a phantom, and the black-armored soldiers and the barren wilderness slowly dissipated, and the people who were pulled into the dream realized that they had returned to the original round table again, and even the posture in which they sat did not change in the slightest, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusory dream.

But it was clear to everyone that it was definitely not a dream......

Because in the midst of this silence, which seemed to be a world away, there was a voice that was not loud but clear enough.

"If you've already woken up, let's make sure you have a plan, we don't have a lot of time...... We have to hurry. (To be continued......)