"Monet, stop playing around. It's time for us to act!"
Clairely kept urging her younger brother. Foya was now only one person away from them—this was absolutely the best chance to strike at Foya.
"Black Hook, now... throw the anchor toward their high ground!"
"I threw it! Got their Broken Sword!"
"Instant Kill!"
Unfortunately, no matter how loudly Clairely warned her brother, she could not make him understand that they had come here to assassinate Foya, not to play Holy Spirit.
At that moment, Monet's soul seemed to have been drawn into the Holy Spirit Battlefield before him.
His soul seemed to have entered the body of that captain wielding an anchor, battling alongside his other teammates on this dangerous battlefield.
"Mo... net."
Clairely was deeply unaccustomed to this feeling. Usually, her younger brother listened to whatever she said—except when it involved Holy Spirit.
"Sis, could you please be quiet for now? This is a crucial high-ground team fight."
Monet finally answered his sister, but those words completely ignited Clairely's fury.
When she tried to seize control of their body by force... she found that she simply could not overpower her younger brother.
A powerful force of will rose from within Monet's soul and firmly suppressed Clairely.
This was the first time Clairely had failed to take control of their body.
"We can push the high ground! Destroy their base in one go!"
Monet shouted loudly as the five heroes swept through all of the enemy's defensive structures and reached the central crystal.
The fragile crystal could not withstand the destructive power of five heroes. In less than ten seconds, it shattered into fragments.
This victory allowed the Foya Knight Order to crush their opponents with an absolute three-to-zero record!
"We won!"
Monet excitedly stood up from his seat, raising