The battle did not end despite Thousand Tree Clan's overwhelming strength.
On the contrary, after Thousand Tree Clan deployed troops into the Clock Tower to fight, the surviving Clock Tower magi rallied and began a counterattack against Thousand Tree Clan.
"If I were you, I'd give the order to have those metal warships flatten the entire Clock Tower."
A low voice rang out. Fang Zheng turned and saw a man wrapped from head to toe in a red cloak silently emerge from the air, staring at the battlefield before him.
"Magi aren't so easy to kill. Even bombardment from naval guns can't completely wipe them out. Why not smash the entire Clock Tower to pieces, then send people in to search for their bodies? Besides, with Magic Crests, they can't truly die anyway."
At that, the man let out a cold laugh.
However, Fang Zheng merely shook his head.
"That's why you'll only ever be an ASSASSIN."
"But isn't that the fastest way to achieve our goal?"
"Wrong."
Faced with the man's rebuttal, Fang Zheng dismissed it outright.
"By your method, we would never achieve our goal. Listen carefully. We didn't come here to kill anyone. We came here to completely destroy the two-thousand-year curse binding magi. Things without form are harder to destroy than things with form. You can erase someone's physical existence, but you cannot erase their spirit or will."
"But what does that have to do with taking them alive?"
The man still seemed unable to understand, and Fang Zheng shrugged.
"It's simple. As I said, the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower are not merely magi, nor are they merely powerful magi. They are the highest rulers of the Clock Tower and the Mage's Association. They represent the current magecraft world. The rules, laws, workings—everything in