At Ling An's call, the frequencies scattered between heaven and earth began to reassemble.
One dead Tacet Discord after another regained its physical form.
Joy stirred in Ling An's heart. If his idea worked, holding Rinascita's defensive line would be no problem at all.
Hundreds of Tacet Discords rose again, and Ling An's eyes lit up.
This could work!
He roared, "Charge!"
At his command, the Tacet Discords he had resurrected turned and charged into the Tacet Discord Tide.
"What an incredible ability!" Even Lancelot, caught in the fighting, froze for a moment at the sight.
He was just about to offer his praise when a gale suddenly swept in from the distant horizon.
"This is-!"
The wind rose in an instant, followed by an enormous waterspout forming over the sea. The sky and sea darkened.
The waterspout grew larger and spread until its full shape could no longer be seen.
"It's a typhoon! A typhoon is coming!" someone shouted.
Gust after gust battered them, making it difficult to stay on their feet.
The wind was stronger than anything Ling An had ever seen. At the front, the knights holding the defensive line were pushed backward by the storm.
With the sudden upheaval, Ling An had no time to spare for anything else and continued reassembling the Tacet Discords' frequencies.
As long as he could keep resurrecting the Tacet Discords killed in battle, he could hold back this entire Tacet Discord Tide alone.
But soon, his expression turned grave as he looked ahead.
He had lost contact with the Tacet Discords resurrected through his authority.
The storm swept past, and the Tacet Discords that had just been charging in the opposite direction turned around with savage expressions, joining the tide of thousands upon thousands of Tacet Discords.
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