"Didn't you use the gemstone potion I gave you?" Lawrence blinked and asked Xiang An.
"Not yet. That is something to be used only in a desperate situation. I have not yet been driven into such straits." Xiang An gently shook his head, removed his mask, and the ghostly soldiers behind him dispersed into wisps of green smoke.
Tens of thousands of Celtic soldiers, mixed in with Demonic Beasts, were swept away in a single wave by the carefully arranged traps of Sita, Artoria, Xiang An, and Robin Hood. Even if two or three stragglers remained, they could no longer amount to anything or pose a threat.
"What an incredible battle." Mash still wore an astonished expression.
The Celts had their advance hindered by the traps. Sita and Artoria's Noble Phantasms directly wiped out a portion of them, after which Xiang An instantly summoned ghostly soldiers and generals, charging down and eliminating the remaining Celts.
Though fewer than a thousand ghostly soldiers remained, Xiang An's presence made Mash feel as if she were watching tens of thousands charge together.
"Mr. Xiang An, have you given any thought to our next strategy?" Fujimaru Ritsuka moved over beside Xiang An and asked.
"Master." Xiang An cupped his hands toward Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"With Jemia involved on the President King's side, the war there should progress a little faster." After a brief moment of contemplation, Xiang An stroked his beard and considered the matter.
Jemia's enormous size was destined to make him immensely useful in war.
Of course, Xiang An would have preferred Oushen to be here.
"With Mr. Jemia's involvement, the northern front should be able to keep advancing. Our current primary strategic objective is still Washington." Fujimaru Ritsuka sat on a stone, lightly tapping his fingers against his knee. He beckoned Mash