The most magnificent sight Jiang Han had ever witnessed had undoubtedly been the final charge of Testnango's knightly lords. Thousands of knights mounted on fine steeds had declared their resolve through death, smashing through the lines of tens of thousands—hundreds of thousands—of demons, only to be annihilated beneath a sky-filling barrage of magical power.
That had been the grandest, most blood-stirring scene she had ever seen.
After that had come the match with Angelite.
In the night wind, she stood atop a hill suited for surveying the distance, gazing at the ring-city of the Anse II Plane. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself. The two Giant Cats beside her, extremely tactful, had already sidled close and used their fluffy bodies to shield her from the empty, freezing winds of the Astral Realm.
At the foot of the mountain, the now-soothed Cat Spiders had been fitted with specially made cargo compartments. Likewise, the Dragon Turtles had been strapped to their hauling crates.
At a certain witch's suggestion, they had draped themselves in conspicuous red camouflage cloth. Anse Elves were born with an aversion to "red," and over the years, their visual nerves had degenerated to the point that they found it difficult to perceive red at all. Thus, the Anse expert Henrietta had recommended red camouflage cloth.
It could spare them bombardment from the heavy artillery controlled by the Anse Elves. As for being exposed to Anse's servant armies? Heh, kill however many came—as long as they were not Anse Elves.
Jiang Han's convoy had already been booked.
Witches' wartime arrangements were primitive and complicated. Generally speaking, once a unit reached the front lines, it had to hire its own transport teams to deliver supplies. Jiang Han's transport team, small in scale but large in carrying capacity, had had