Flickering again, she had come to the location of the trebuchet, where not only slave soldiers were there, but also more than a hundred Simoyer warriors were guarded.

These Spartan-like warriors fought against the baptism of the dimensional storm, screaming and throwing their spears in order to put an end to the culprit of the calamity.

However, a qiē effort will eventually come to naught, and the spear pierces through the place where Lori is, but it can't hurt her in the slightest.

Banishment - A spatial magic that is immune to all physical attacks shatters their only hope.

In the azure light, slaves, warriors, and evil siege weapons were all reduced to pieces.

Even the hearts of those enemies were destroyed by Lori, and the large-scale killing effect of strategic magic was terrifying, and this unstoppable offensive turned into a deep sense of helplessness - the enemy began to cry and drop their weapons and turn to run.

"Is this the power of the ...... Master?"

Looking at Leah in the distance, and the huge calamity she had summoned, which was completely inconsistent with the petite and cute appearance, Loka was stunned for a moment, and he was secretly glad that the previous series of rude actions did not make a certain Lori completely blew up.

"Hey, what are you doing stupidly!? The enemy has been routed, and now is the time to pursue!"

Beside him, Winter ran over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah...... Okay!"

Loka came back to his senses, nodded, and rushed forward with the team......

On the other side, far away in the center of the army in Simoyeh, a pair of red eyes were staring at the wailing slaves without any emotion.

There is no need to suffer, for they are weak.

There is no need for mercy, because the weak are props for the strong.

It is the right and duty of the strong to make the most of them and then abandon them. 】

The girl, who looks like Lori, is sitting on a large and ornate chair at this time, which is lifted high so that she can easily look at the battlefield in the distance.

"My lord, the slaves are fleeing this way. ”

Beside him, Tereddy stepped forward and said.

"Well. I didn't expect them to win, but I didn't allow them to run away. Queue up, Tereddy, I command you - kill all the slaves who escape!"

"Yes!!"

With Simoye's powerful response, the army moved in an orderly manner and formed into a neat phalanx. The warriors held shields in hand, held their spears flat, and stared coldly at the defeated slaves in the distance.

"Brothers!!"

Tredy turned around and shouted, "The people of Simoye never run away, for us there is only one kind of escape, and that is - the enemy !!"

"Oh-!!"

With a uniform shout, the allies of the same camp turned into a hostile iron wall, blocking the retreat of the slaves.

Then, the real slaughter began, and the remnants of the defeated army were flanked from both sides. Either way, there is only one way to die.

Some people began to run away in no direction, some began to sit on the ground and cry, and some people had given up resistance, looking at the blade across their necks, feeling the despair and unwillingness in the hearts of those people. Casadra closed her eyes slightly.

Ignoring the bloody battlefield in front of her, her mind was replaced by another scenario.

It was a huge alchemy room, with countless crystal containers one person high, and the synthetic amniotic fluid had a bitter fishy smell, even so, compared to the qiē that you would face after leaving this container, it could be said that it was as warm as a mother's embrace.

Moment. Countless of the same faces, white hair, and blood-red eyes flashed in front of them, and they were dragged and dragged by the alchemists in the real room, and then thrown into all kinds of miserable experiments.

[Hehe...... It's ...... Just like these slaves in front of you......]

Open your eyes. only to find that the corners of his mouth were wearing a self-deprecating smile.

"I ...... It's not a fake, it's not a prop ......"

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, Kashadra muttered to herself......

On the other side, Randall's people are shocked by the cruelty of the enemy, this time. The cruel spearhead was not directed at the Elven Forest, but at the slave gate that was supposed to belong to their side.

"Hey, hey, what the hell, do that to those poor devils. ”

Dietrich looked at the slaves in the distance being mercilessly impaled and killed, and her face showed an unaccustomed look.

Karen was also frowning on her horse, and it was not uncommon to execute deserters on the battlefield, on the one hand, to prevent the cowards from spreading panic among the army, and on the other hand, to deter those who also wanted to escape.

However, in a large-scale rout like this, almost everyone is fleeing for their lives, and it is not normal for them to be executed after they have no will to fight.

"Casadra ...... What exactly do you ...... What are you thinking......?"

Leah also looked into the distance, with a puzzled expression on her face.

Regardless, the fate of the slaves had been decided, Simoyer would not pay the ransom in exchange for them, and Randall's side had no intention of accepting the surrenderers, so most of the slaves died on the battlefield, except for a few who managed to escape from both sides.

All that was left were the regular armies of the countries and the mercenaries.

"The whole team!"

"The whole team!"

Both sides regrouped at the same time, staring at each other.

"Princess!"

"Lord Kasadra!"

Then, Karene and Tereddy looked at their commander at the same time.

"Attack! Show Simoye what we're capable of!"

"Forward! Destroy the Randalls who don't know the height of the sky!"

With the shouts of the leaders of the two sides, the horn of the attack sounded again.

The first to strike was Randall's infantry group, an infantry force of Orthodox soldiers and mercenaries who roared and brandished their weapons at Simoje after the victory.

"Huh!

Looking at the enemy in the distance, Tredy snorted coldly, at this moment, they had formed a formation, huge round shields joined together to cover each other, and the tip of the spear with the smell of blood was ruthlessly pointed into the distance.

Boom - !!

With a loud bang, Randall's soldiers felt as if they were hitting the cold wall.

"It's now—!!"

Before they could recover from the impact, Tredy shouted, struggling with the giant shield in his hand.

With the concerted movements of the Simoyers, the front row of Randall's army, whose charge had been blocked, leaned back in unison.

At the same time, countless rays of cold light poked out from the cracks in the phalanx and pierced into their bodies.

Sneer-!!Sneer-sneer-!!

The sound of steel piercing into flesh was continuous, and Randall's soldiers, who were at the forefront of the battle line, could only watch in despair as the tip of their spear sank into their abdomen or chest, and then gradually lost their life and fell to the ground.

At the end of the offensive, the warriors in the phalanx gathered their guns, stepped forward, and raised their shields again!

This advancing Great Wall of Steel only had a brief encounter that shook Randall's front line greatly!