"Ah."
Earlier, Sigris's Magic Team had unleashed a terrifying War Magic, effectively destroying the command system.
When Mikhail sent in the reserves, they were the only men he could command at the time.
But how long had it even been since he rode away? He had not even brought back reinforcements yet.
And the rear was already crying for help.
He could only immediately change direction and head toward Louis.
He needed to tell Louis to run—to relocate.
Lynn's Blitzkrieg iron fist was heavier and swifter than he had imagined. The cards in his hand, just like before, were ruthlessly knocked away one by one.
Lynn's systematic warfare was far too mature, and what truly drove people to despair was that Lynn never made mistakes.
So far, his only apparent weakness seemed to be his indulgence in beauty!
But once you looked closely at exactly what sort of beauties he was indulging in, you had to shut your mouth.
That was not indulgence in beauty. That was Lynn prostituting himself like a gigolo in exchange for combat strength.
At least, that was how everyone else saw it.
No one had thought so before; they had merely felt that Lynn was ruining people.
But things were different now, because everyone had realized something was off.
How come not a single one of the women Lynn was involved with was some calamity-bringing beauty?
A calamity-bringing beauty possessed nothing but looks, making men lose themselves in lust and abandon their ambitions.
Yet Lynn had never lacked ambition. More than that, how should one put it—those women around him...
Did you want to taste a freezing tide that stretched for a thousand meters, face the vampire queen whom everyone secretly acknowledged, meet the returned Demon King of Devil Race legend, or challenge a witch