When Lynn spoke, the two men seemed to regain their SAN values. They sprang up as if injected with adrenaline, grabbed their halberds again, and got back to it.
Lynn pointed at the knights fighting for Lothair. "They really do have divine power bolstering them right now. The key is plunder."
"Look, they're grabbing weapons—and they're eating people, too."
Yes, eating people. Those bastards were so desperate that they bit anyone without armor.
Now, aside from the Wendigos, shield guards, and Black Knights, none of the other units dared approach.
They stayed on the outskirts to watch, or went off to deal with other units.
"Once they embrace the idea of plunder, they'll grow stronger. What they gain depends mainly on what they want to improve."
"As long as they've taken something, anything at all, and it makes our side suffer—makes them feel like they've been robbed—they'll be strengthened."
"After all, they're gathering the battlefield's emotional energy, Faith, and Yāng Qì!"
"But you mustn't lose heart, and you mustn't be afraid!"
"Trust me. There's no need to worry about the miracles they're displaying!"
"Keep charging in, and work together!"
Lynn's voice rang out, calming their hearts.
This wasn't a miracle.
It was a psychological effect.
Did you know why religions liked to say that chanting sutras worked?
Or that copying scriptures worked?
It wasn't that the words themselves had power. Rather, in frightening circumstances, they helped people maintain their SAN.
For instance, in a terrifying situation, someone might recite words from truly noble, enlightened figures.
They would feel at ease, believing it was a miracle and that they were being protected.
But that wasn't really the case. Their minds simply weren't strong enough to keep from wavering.
They needed something to soothe their hearts.
That was the purpose of chanting