Clint, the Level-5 Knight, sat in the seat of honor within a vast, empty hall, looking at the badly wounded Green Giant leader before him and the yellow Sand Element floating in front of it.
The Level-3 Green Giant leader's injuries were severe. A Federation warship in the sky had inflicted them, blasting a hole straight through the fellow's belly.
This Green Giant leader was remarkably tough. Even with its intestines blown out and spilling from its body, it stubbornly refused to die. In the end, it successfully brought the equally grievously wounded Sha'er to this frontline command post of Wizard Civilization.
This vast, empty hall was in fact the command hall of Clint, the Level-5 Knight. He did not like commanding his legions from within a Space Fortress.
The pain caused by its physical wounds was far less terrifying than the shock brought by the Level-5 Knight before it.
After entering the hall, Clint had not even spoken a single word, yet the Level-3 Green Giant leader was already trembling in fright, not daring to move for a long while.
If Sha'er had not carried the decree of another esteemed Level-4 Magician of Wizard World, the Green Giant leader would not have dared come anywhere near this place even if it had been given three more hearts!
Clint paid no attention to the terrified Green Giant leader. After glancing at it once, he turned most of his attention toward Sha'er.
Compared to when it had just left Saine's side, Sha'er's outer color had visibly faded considerably.
That was proof that it had suffered substantial injuries.
On a battlefield as fiercely contested as the Black Tide Plane, even though Sha'er had devoted itself to evading danger and steadfastly carrying out Saine's orders, some dangers could not be avoided merely by