Meanwhile, the battlefield outside the castle was equally tense.
On the outskirts of the town, vast numbers of Dragon Tooth Soldiers deployed onto the battlefield surged forward. The malformed artificial lifeforms cultivated by Thousand Tree charged fearlessly to intercept the outsiders on this land, pale bones and bleached chunks of flesh crashing into each other.
Bone fragments flew across the battlefield, nutrient fluid splashed everywhere, and the two sides collided like towering tidal waves, crushing every obstacle in their path.
In terms of individual strength, the Dragon Tooth Soldiers were indeed far stronger than these malformed artificial lifeforms.
However, as the formation shifted, each artificial lifeform withdrew just before reaching its breaking point, distributing the pressure to another unit rotating in. The exhausted troops then began orderly rest and self-healing.
Moreover, amid the constant reshaping and stretching of the battle line, it somehow remained intact, firmly curbing the Dragon Tooth Soldiers' advance and even gradually wearing down their numbers in return.
At that moment, inside the courtyard's main hall, Samael propped his chin on his right arm and lounged against the chair. He looked up at the magical projection transmitting the battlefield in real time, amusement flashing in his eyes as his venomous gaze instantly saw through the answer.
A military formation? Interesting.
Napoleon had described the battles between French cavalrymen, who lacked skill in horsemanship but possessed discipline, and Mamluk cavalrymen, unquestionably the best individual fighters of their era but lacking discipline. He wrote: "Two Mamluks could absolutely defeat three Frenchmen. One hundred Frenchmen and one hundred Mamluks were evenly matched. Three hundred Frenchmen could usually defeat three hundred Mamluks, while one thousand Frenchmen would always defeat one thousand Mamluks."
By the same logic, individual strength was certainly important, but in group battles where the disparity was not heaven