Led by Dicken En, more than a hundred spellcasters were surrounded by the crowd. Strangely, although there was only one encirclement, it contained two groups.
One group was naturally the spellcasters. The other consisted of only one person: Crow Woman.
The spellcasters did not attack Crow Woman. Although they all suspected that she had betrayed them, they would not strike based on the enemy's word alone without solid evidence.
The area was no longer occupied only by members of the Healing Church. People from the Steam God Cult and the High Wall Council had also arrived, along with the Duke and Madam Smoke.
Dicken En's face grew even paler. That backstab had been vicious. Worse, the dagger could not be pulled out. That was simply a property of the weapon. Even if it pierced a vital area, such as the head, it would at most injure the victim and would never kill them.
Conversely, after being stabbed by this weapon, anyone who dared pull it out before it had drunk its fill of blood would most likely die on the spot, or, with a sliver of probability, mutate into a feral beast.
"Withdraw."
Dicken En spoke in a deep voice. At this point, they could only retreat according to the backup plan.
"Leave no survivors."
The Great Sage Turz spoke. The moment his voice fell, the first to charge forward were not the Academy faction's main combat force, the Supervisory Squad, but the High Wall Council's military police. They were the most professional when it came to encirclement and slaughter.
Armor clashed against armor. The holy marks on the military police's armor and weapons glimmered faintly. Even more astonishingly, their bodies grew larger along with their armor, and every one of them radiated a fierce aura.
"There really are a