This small trading post, known to passing caravans as Badr, became a bloody battlefield on this night, as if it were a microcosm of the series of wars that unfolded around Tyre.

Muhadi exhorted his soldiers, "Your opportunity to win honor and fortune is at hand!

The boy used his psionic powers, sharing his courage and fearlessness with his soldiers, while rushing to the front.

The section of the wall he had chosen was the shortest side of the Outpost, and it cast a psychic blast that could cover a large portion of it at once.

Because he was misled by the teenager in the previous negotiations, there were not many soldiers on the wall, and he was not very alert. The young man was about to rush to the front before someone shouted a warning.

But it was already late, and at the same time, sirens sounded in several other directions of the trading post. The elves approached the wall from several directions, firing arrows at the guards patrolling the wall one by one.

In the deep darkness of the night, those of the merchant families or the Crazy Horse tribe could only cower and hide behind the wall. Those who are bold enough to show their heads will be shot from the darkness by arrows that are hard to find.

Only a few officers wearing heavy leather armor or even metal chain mail dared to stand on the wall and fight back, and most elven warriors were not yet extravagant enough to use metal arrows, and many bows and arrows were still made of obsidian or bone, so the penetration was not strong.

In the darkness, there were people attacking on three sides, so the defenders could not judge the correct direction of the main attack for a while. Not to mention that many of the defender leaders are now arguing with each other, how can the rest of the people quickly organize a counterattack in the dark?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the boy rushed under the wall, concentrated his mind, and manifested the power of a soul explosion.

Although it was possible to silently display spiritual powers, Muhathir deliberately did something to show off. In an instant, a dark blue light emitted from his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be unaffected by gravity, floating slightly and three inches above the ground.

All the soldiers who charged behind the boy witnessed this spectacle. The blue light in Muhadi's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and with a shout of rage, invisible psychic power swept along a cone across most of the defenders on this wall. All the soldiers covered by the psionic energy, without exception, were shocked by the powerful power that hit the soul in an instant. Their minds were blank because they had received too much thought information, some of them fell to the ground like crazy, and many more showed empty expressions, and the corners of their mouths drooled uncontrollably.

On the guard towers of the trading post, some of the defenders wield Balearic torsional rubbers (or ba1eas

inetbsp; Fundae, originally a weapon used in the war between the Moors and the Spaniards on the Iberian Peninsula), condescendingly projected stones at enemy forces attached to the walls. Some of the stones fell near Muhadi, but fortunately some soldiers with improvised wooden shields blocked the attack.

"Attack!" the boy shouted, his tone raised. "Cut off their heads, dig out their entrails, bathe themselves in the blood of their enemies, and learn to laugh when they're covered in blood!"

Through the spiritual energy, Muhadi created a loud shouting and killing sound, strengthening the momentum of his side. Suddenly, it was as if thousands of people were roaring in unison outside the wall, undulating and reverberating endlessly. In the ears of the defenders, the number of opponents exceeded that of their own side by several times.

The boy's men, on the other hand, were full of confidence in the roar of the tide, and they took out the ropes with hook claws that they had prepared, threw them at the wall, and climbed up the ropes.

An arrow came down from the wall and struck one of the soldiers in the chest, who fell off the rope without a snort, and took with him a man who was crawling underneath him. The two landed on the sand, one of them didn't move, and the other struggled to get up, trying to continue climbing the wall.

Not only bows and arrows, but a brave defender carried a pot of lit lamp oil and poured it down the wall. Several of Muhadi's soldiers caught fire and rolled to the sand.

But the resistance was too thin to stop more people from climbing the walls. The few defenders who were not affected by the psionic powers, or who hurried to resist, were grabbed by the Tyr soldiers who rushed up to the wall first, and then fell down the wall together.

Although they were slaves, these newly recruited soldiers still fought tenaciously after the bondage. Despite their lack of long-term and complete training, despite their mediocre ability to fight alone, and despite their numerous casualties in the face of resistance from the defenders, they continued to attack.

The teenager is happy to see casualties, as long as it is within the controllable range. An army that has never been bloodied is always an immature army. What's more, according to his plan, when the battle is won, the strange man Sein White Flash will pull the wounded soldiers back from the brink of death as a magic caster, and these soldiers will definitely be truly impressed.

In order to save his face, Muhathir did not show off himself and walked up to the wall, but also climbed to the top of the wall with a rope. Ahead were the panicked defenders, and behind them were the men who followed one after the other, roaring and following them, and Muhati was drunk.

Time seems to become vague, slowing down and eventually coming to a standstill. The world seems to have disappeared, and only the battlefield beneath your feet has become doubly real. Fear, thought, body do not even cease to exist. The heaviness of the weapon, the sweat that stuck to the turban could not be felt, and the only thing left was this scene, at this moment.

Muhadi watched as an arrow flew slowly past him, knocking down one of the soldiers to his right. To his left, Gash slashed down a Crazy Horse Tribe warrior who had just recovered from the shock and tried to resist stubbornly. The former thief rode on the opponent's fallen body, ready to make up for the final blow.

The matter burned, and the boy showed this spiritual ability, causing an enemy in front of him to throw away the scimitar in his hand with a strange scream. Then he easily broke through the opponent's defenses and stabbed hard in the chest.

It is this feeling, Muhadi thought, no more hesitation, no more mercy, only fighting, only opponents, one, the next, and the next. The enemy is tired and afraid, their eyes are full of fear, and you are alive and well, and you don't feel the pain, you don't feel the sweat that wades into your eyes. Death is a bitch, you dance with her, hug her, fuck her, laugh at the slow swords of your enemies, nothing can hold you back.

The crystals formed in the air, whistling and shooting down a group of fleeing foes. The power of the Psychic Blaster swept away a large area of enemies from the flanks trying to support them. Muhadi stepped up a staircase and leapt onto the ground inside the trading post, where the sand was bloody, wet and sticky, making it difficult to walk. But the boy didn't care, cut down two more enemies around him, and continued with great difficulty.

"Come on!" he shouted at his foe, easily dodging a flying arrow using his battle premonition. "If you have the ability, come and kill me!"

Seeing that the enemy's resistance was getting weaker and weaker, some soldiers lowered the gates, and the elves of the brigade poured in through the entrance, galloping back and forth in the narrow space, trampling the wounded soldiers.

Is this also the result of the transformation of Lyra? Muhati thought, I cannot experience the happiness of ordinary people, but can only seek strength to temporarily appease the gluttonous soul. Does this power to control the life and death of others on the battlefield fascinate me so much?

Fahd also rode in from the gate of the trading post, "friends!" he cried out in Elven language, "collect your spoils, I want to see that each of you has a hand full of treasure stolen from the enemy!"

No, Muhati is sure. I've killed so many enemies before, and I've never been so excited and fanatical as I am today. This is not the result of the transformation of Lyra, this feeling has been experienced by me when I was learning psionic energy before, as if some ancient memories have quietly revived in me.

Thinking of this, he immediately summoned the spirit crystal servant in his arms, ready to examine himself. Around him, someone excitedly shouted "Victory!", and then more people joined in, "Victory!" They shouted, both human and elven. There are kneeling people who are former slaves, and there are fierce warriors who have grown up in the desert since childhood. "Victory, victory, victory!"

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