Bathed in the moonlight of the Middle East, Herpo thrust his wand forward like a shield-bearing warrior charging into battle. A dark green shield took shape before him, meeting the incoming silver-blue whip.
It was magic cast by Serena Pendragon. As the silver-blue whip lashed through the air, surging magical ripples poured forth like a tide.
The dust raised across the battlefield was swiftly swept away, spreading outward in rings of ripples.
Boom!
The silver-blue whip collided with the dark green shield, and an even fiercer magical shockwave exploded outward. The closest ring of mercenaries was thrown to the ground.
The mercenaries farther away were also staggered backward by the blast. Some cursed as they steadied themselves, bracing their rifle stocks tightly against their shoulders and continuing to aim at Serena Pendragon.
As that ring of mercenaries fell, the mercenaries on the outskirts immediately moved in to fill the gap.
They did not repeat their earlier frontal charge. Two squads of mercenaries flanked from the left and right, pulling their triggers with their guns trained on Serena Pendragon. Their crossfire formed a dense net of bullets.
Since Vizet had vanished into the Time Hall, Serena Pendragon had lost track of how many times her side and Herpo's forces had clashed.
She only remembered that whenever she was about to crush the Isaiah Society's defensive line, another batch of mercenaries would always fill the breach, as though this battle would never end.
But as long as they could delay Herpo's plan, their overall odds of victory would rise by another fraction.
Since Vizet had placed his trust in her, she would never let him down.
She had long since understood the special nature of the bullets carried by these mercenaries.
Every bullet used by the mercenaries came from Goblins and had