The fleet was on the move.
Prince Xiusenya's fleet had been arranged behind the four other fleets, placed fifth in line.
After the fleet left the island and sailed across the sea for some time, the Knights and mages aboard Prince Xiusenya's fleet, who were not followers of the Eight Gods, were the first to come to their senses.
"Knight Xihela, what did you feel just now?" A Knight named Pika walked over to Knight Xihela and asked.
"Feel?" Xihela turned and glanced at Pika. "Pika, what are you trying to say?"
"I mean, there was a powerful force in those words just now. It entered our bodies and suddenly filled us with fighting spirit. Look at those people—they still look excited even now. It seems this force affects people to different degrees." Pika pointed into the distance as he spoke.
The people he pointed at were those ordinary soldiers who had yet to reach the level of Knight.
"Now that you mention it... those words really did carry a powerful force, one that could kindle fighting spirit." As Xihela thought this, his gaze naturally fell upon the ordinary soldiers. The moment he looked, his brow furrowed slightly.
Those soldiers not only wore excited expressions, but their eyes shone with an indescribable fervor. It was clear that they still retained their reason, yet the boundless vigor and excitement they displayed at that moment still made anyone who saw it feel a chill in their heart.
"But this is good too!" Although Xihela could indeed see that these people had entered such a state under the influence of some power, he did not think there was anything bad about their current condition.
As he watched them, he spoke very seriously to Knight Pika beside him. "To bless an entire fleet at