When Gauss joined the battlefield, the number of Dragon Worship Cult casualties crossed a critical threshold. The morale they had barely maintained through their numerical advantage rapidly collapsed.
Fear spread through the crowd like a plague.
"Run!"
"Shhk!"
Someone shouted and began to move, only for a burning Fire Bolt to pierce his abdomen.
Gauss would not let any Dragon Worship Cult member involved in this operation escape.
"Hold your ground! No one runs!"
"Lady Cecilia is about to come support us!"
the master-level Warrior shouted.
His rough voice rolled across the battlefield like a drumbeat.
He even killed two cultists beside him who tried to flee.
However, after his shout—especially after hearing the name Cecilia—the crowd actually overcame its fear and barely held formation.
They raised their weapons and tried to reorganize an attack against Gauss and the others.
But this had only a negligible effect on the course of the battle.
Their resistance could barely add the slightest obstacle to Gauss's actions.
Gauss glanced at Alya, floating in the air.
She was still enclosed in a mysterious barrier.
As for the Silver Wolf Ulfhen, Theron had already given it emergency treatment.
The spear had been pulled from its abdomen, and healing magic had stopped the bleeding and closed the wound.
Judging from its faintly rising and falling body, it should not be in mortal danger.
Alya's condition, however, was somewhat grim.
She was sealed inside the barrier, and even Theron could not heal her through it.
He had to end the battle quickly!
Gauss's hands never stopped moving.
Dark-red energy tentacles extended from his empty left hand and lashed several goblins nearby.
The goblins hit by him jerked violently. Then, beneath their skin, their bodies visibly began to wither.
"I've nearly finished off these ordinary cultists and monsters