"Demon, what have you done to the Scarlet Crusade?" Tirion Fordring was furious, his beard and hair bristling.
"..." Balnazzar ignored Tirion Fordring and instead issued an order. "Destroy those who have forsaken the Holy Light. Purify them."
The surrounding Scarlet Crusaders moved at his command, showing no hostility whatsoever toward Dathrohan, who had already turned into a Dreadlord.
"It's no use. The demon has already taken control of them. They can no longer act of their own will." Patrick glanced at Cannon Master Willey's vacant eyes up ahead. These Scarlet Crusaders, bewitched by Balnazzar, had long since lost control of themselves. Patrick looked toward the smug Dreadlord in the distance and said, "Now we can only release them. Destroying that Dreadlord is our best choice."
As he spoke, the cannons unleashed a fierce barrage, but Patrick's Mind Vision intercepted the shells midway. Layers of azure arcane roses blocked their trajectories.
With a thought from Patrick, Arcane Mimicry took effect. Red light began to emerge from the arcane roses, and they detonated one after another. Flames instantly filled everyone's vision.
Only when he saw that the weapons he had stockpiled for so long were ineffective did Balnazzar begin to panic. Over 95 percent of the shells fired were blocked by a layer of blue magic. The firearms he had secretly prepared over the years became toys in that instant.
"It's time to eliminate the one responsible for all this." Patrick's words reached Tirion Fordring's ears. Sir Tirion hesitated no longer. Vast Holy Light energy enveloped his warhammer, and everyone around him felt an incomparable warmth.
"Holy Light, may you forgive me!" Tirion Fordring could not bear to strike these former kin, either. These soldiers were all members of the Scarlet Crusade, and some were friends or followers of Taelan, Abbendis,