Even though the ascetics had completely lost their will to fight, suffering from Mental Fatigue and with their morale utterly crushed,
the Pope's Guard still refused to compromise and launched a mass charge at the Witch faction.
Three thousand knights swore to fight for their faith to the very end.
Augus could not stop them, and Mo Qiong did not want to stop them either. Without the interference of Supernatural Power, what remained was simply a battle between cold weapons.
Times had changed. Xina now had the power to protect herself. She had tens of thousands of followers by her side, as well as eight thousand cavalrymen.
Moreover, most of those eight thousand cavalrymen were young women. Each of them was even more agile than before, so there was no reason for them to lose.
"I'm leaving the rest to you. Do whatever you want." Mo Qiong spoke inside Xina's mind.
"Master, no... Don't leave me." Xina covered her face as she spoke.
"Then deal with these trivial matters as quickly as possible and come to Molik's Wizard Tower. Perhaps I'll still be there by then." As Mo Qiong spoke, he severed the connection with Xina.
Instead, he connected to Augus.
A few minutes later, Augus led all the ascetics away from the battlefield and arrived at Molik's Mage Tower.
Molik led the way and received them there.
"My master taught me how to use magic power to transform the human body..."
There were far too many corpses in Molik's Mage Tower. He was practically an anatomy fanatic.
The king continuously supplied him with research materials—men, women, and children. He dissected all kinds of human bodies to understand and study their composition.
As long as he understood those things, he could use magic power to create links, fabricate Nerve Signals,