The young ladies leaped into the air.
At this moment, their pure white robes spread open like wings, and they glided through the air like birds flying in the sky, then swooped down.
[Air Gliding (Only by soaring in the sky can one feel freedom)]
The Ogres pounced forward once more, but their razor-sharp claws couldn't even tear the clothes of the young ladies.
Circles of golden-radiant magical patterns formed a protective barrier that stopped the ogres from advancing further. The next moment, the cross-shaped sword flashes split the roaring ogres apart like butter.
The young ladies landed firmly on the ground, wielded their swords in unison, and swept horizontally before sheathing them.
In next to no time, numerous strands of sword qi whistled violently as they shot violently towards the surroundings, and they caused numerous waves of blood to surge once more.
But that wasn't the end.
Just as the girls in the first row sheathed their swords, the girls in the second row who were still in the carriage camp raised their 'sword staffs' high up in the air. Soon, leaping thunderbolts shot out from the staffs, turning into sharp arrows that shot forward.
The arrows formed by pure lightning bolts instantly pierced the Ogres' bodies and exploded. In an instant, the scattered lightning bolts spread to both sides and formed a lightning barrier.
"Amazing …"
Looking at the scene before her, Daly's eyes lit up in the carriage.
She was a mage and naturally knew that the young ladies had cast a level-3 spell, Lightning Arrow. This spell was easy to cast and almost any low-ranking mage could cast it.
However, Daly didn't expect the Lightning Arrow to have such a use. Normally, the explosion of the Lightning Arrow was only a special effect after it hit its target and it wasn't rare for a mage.
However, the young ladies' usage of the Lightning Arrow allowed Daly to see a new way of using it.
Several lightning arrows exploded at the same time, forming a lightning barrier through the elemental resonance. Although the barrier could only last for a few seconds, it was good enough for the mages to buy a second more.
Daly was an orthodox mage. In other words, apart from the crazy Battle Mages, everyone in the Klein Continent was an orthodox mage.
What they had in common was that they first learned knowledge before learning magic.
The purpose of learning magic was to better grasp the mysteries of the world. As for fighting, it was purely for self-protection.
In fact, only a small number of mages knew that the mysteries they peeked at from magic were actually part of the long history recorded by the Demons.
In the entire Klein Continent, only the legacies of the Gods and Demons recorded everything. However, the people feared the Gods, and even the most favored priests did not dare to ask the Gods they revered to tell them their dusty history. On the contrary, the Demons acted for their own benefits. As long as there was enough value, they could obtain secrets that their predecessors did not know, or even deliberately sealed.
In such a situation, most mages used spells in a conventional way. Before the battle, they would put up a shield, cast a large-scale control spell, and then proceed with control and anti-control. Spells were a battle of wits. Everyone had their own deck of cards, and it was up to the mages themselves to play the most powerful combination.
So to put it bluntly, the battle between mages was actually "the master leads the way, the training is up to the individual".
But the magical knights were different.
They did not study magic like mages. It was just like how soldiers might disassemble and maintain guns, but they did not have the skills to create new guns.
In their eyes, swords were weapons, guns were weapons, and magic was also a type of weapon.
To them, magic was no different from the sharp blades in their hands. As long as they could chop off the enemy's head, it did not matter where it came from or what element it was. As long as they could win, nothing else mattered.
They did not need to know the principle of nuclear fission. All they needed to know was the power of nuclear fission.
Perhaps in terms of knowledge of spell research and energy conversion, these female knights could not even compare to Deli. But on the battlefield, the effects they displayed were definitely hundreds of times better than the orthodox mages.
Clean, efficient, and maximized the effect.
It was no wonder that Deli's eyes shone. Such understanding and usage of spells could be considered a lifetime goal for mages.
But the battle did not stop.
Just as the Ogres were repelled by the lightning barrier, the female knights in the second row leaped over the barrier and arrived behind it, becoming the best protection for the charging Ogres.
Just like the female knights in the first row, they struck and sheathed their swords the moment they landed.
Soon, blood splattered everywhere as dozens of ogres fell to the ground.
Just as they sheathed their swords, the female knights who charged forward turned around and wielded their swords in the air like a staff. Then, a series of fireballs erupted from the amethyst at the tip of the sword hilt and continued to blast forward.
This was the magical knight's tactic.
Looking at this scene, even Jenn was in awe.
Even though this tactic seemed mechanical, it could indeed maximize the strength of swordsmen and mages.
The most troublesome part of dual cultivation was that most of the time, the opponent did not know whether they should cast spells or swordsmanship.
Spells required space, while swordsmanship required time. It was an unsolvable paradox.
That was why Sword and Curse Dual Cultivation was either to use some low-level spells to strengthen themselves or to focus on spells. Swordsmanship was only a means of defense for mages when their enemies got close to them.
But the magical knights perfectly utilized the balance between the two. They were not fighting alone, but an army.
When they were at the frontlines, they were knights.
When they were at the rear, they were mages.
Now Zayen finally understood why this army of less than a hundred people was able to specialize in swordsmanship and magic at the same time, and could also follow the strict military training, have a clear judgment of the battlefield, and be able to advance and retreat as one.
This required the opponent to be not only a powerful swordsman or mage, but also an elite and courageous soldier.
People who could meet all three requirements were rarer than pandas. Jenn was certain.
Perhaps there were people on the Klein Continent who were stronger than the magical knights, but in terms of the quality of a soldier, there were only a few who could do this.
Those Legendary powerhouses might be able to suppress the masses in terms of individual strength, but it would be absolutely impossible for them to charge forward without fear of death like soldiers.
Perhaps this was why the Magic Empire in that world chose to clone the Valkyrie Guards. The requirements for this army were too strict, and it was impossible to choose from ordinary people.
Both swordsmanship and magic required talent. Swordsmanship required the body, and magic required wisdom.
Apart from those extraordinary citizens, who else would be able to do this?
Moreover, it was unpredictable. If something happened to the painstakingly trained Valkyrie, the entire Magic Empire would cry.
Instead of that, it was better to clone the Valkyrie, even though it was a little twisted.
However, apart from the unnecessary moral issues, it was a very good choice.
Looking at the performance of the magical knights, Jenn nodded to himself. He didn't forget that his Dungeon units could be upgraded.
Perhaps one day, the cloned and weakened versions could be restored to the original Valkyrie Guards. If that was the case, Sherlock would make a fortune.
However, they could deal with the future in the future. The most important thing now was to eliminate these annoying Ogres.
One had to admit that the Ogres were one of the most hated and feared races in the Klein continent. Their savagery was undeniable.
Though the magical knights killed 70 to 80 Ogres in a short period of time, the Ogres had no intention of retreating. Instead, they attacked their prey ferociously. The thick stench of blood didn't make the terrifying monsters retreat. Instead, they became even more ferocious.
Dobby witnessed an Ogre extending its arm to grab the young knight in front of it after being slashed in half. The Ogre widened its bloody mouth in an attempt to bite off her slender throat.
However, the young knight swung her sword without hesitation and decapitated the Ogre as it pounced on her.
Dobby inhaled a breath of cold air. The Ogres' ferociousness and fearlessness were indeed terrifying.
If it weren't for the help of these young ladies, he and Miss Daly would have died here today.
At this moment, the rain had begun to become sparse, and the soldiers had also regained their senses. They began to shout and shout, intending to rush up and fight to the death with those monsters.
However, Dobby stopped their foolish actions and ordered them to use the carriages as a barrier to shoot arrows at the Ogres from the back.
Fortunately, even though the nobles' private soldiers were average in strength, they were well-equipped as elites of the noble families. Shortly after, the private soldiers picked up their bows and launched attacks at the Ogres from the back.
Even though the effects weren't great, it was still better than nothing.
However, Jenn's target wasn't just the Ogres.
At this thought, Jenn lifted his head and gazed into the depths of the forest.
He was in the Legendary Stage, after all, and he had long discovered that a group of people were controlling the Ogres.
From the black robes and monstrous faces, it was obvious that these fellows were cultists. Moreover, Zayen could tell what they were worshipping just by smelling it …
At that moment, Jenn realized that something was amiss. The cultists intended to use the Ogres as bait to sneak away.
But of course, Zayen would not let them slip away. Now that he had decided, at least on the surface, that he was a brave, great, kind, just, compassionate, handsome, well-loved, noble, and powerful knight, there was no way these cultists would let them escape.
Moreover, even if he changed his identity and became the cunning, despicable, perverted, and fearsome Devil King, the cultists wouldn't have a good ending.
Only the foolish commoners would think that the cultists and Demons were in cahoots with each other.
In fact, if a cultist who worshiped Princess Lies summoned a Raging Demons, the cultist would definitely execute the Prince Murder doctrine and kill the entire family of the cultist.
The cultists and Jenn weren't of the same system, so Jenn had to wipe them out.
He didn't want his Dungeon to be the scapegoat of these brainless fools in the future. That would be depressing!
"Pattilina."
Sensing that the cultists were about to slip away, Jenn gestured to Pattilina, who was beside him. Upon hearing Jenn's command, Pattilina nodded immediately.
She extended her hand, and with a ripple in the void, a huge Pike appeared in Pattilina's hand. Then, Pattilina raised the Pike and aimed at the sky.
At the next moment, cannon fire boomed.
The whistling cannonballs exploded and split in the air. The dazzling radiance illuminated the raindrops in a golden hue.
In an instant, it gave people the feeling that raindrops were falling from the sky like rays of light.
Then, a series of explosions and smoke rose from the ground, connecting into a large area on the ground.
The pitiful cultists didn't even have time to resist before they were engulfed by the cannon fire.
Though their reactions were fast, their legs couldn't outrun the cannonballs.
However, the cultists were still believers, and as evil believers, these guys who had killed people on their hands were naturally not that easy to kill.
A few of them in black robes crawled up from the overturned soil and ran for their lives.
At this moment, a dark shadow flashed before their eyes.
Shortly after, a young man clad in noble attire appeared before them.
"Who's there?!"
The leader of the cultists snarled. He raised the flail in his hand and smashed it at the young man's head.
But before he could swing his flail down, he saw Zayen flip his right hand, and in the next moment, the Light of Aquamarine in his hand cut off his arm and head, leaving a series of afterimages behind.
But that wasn't the end. The headless corpse stumbled forward due to inertia. But at the next moment, three razor-sharp blade rays flashed and the corpse was sliced into three like a roasted suckling pig on a dining table.
Looking at this scene, the remaining cultists came to a halt and gazed at Jenn with pale faces.
They weren't country bumpkins. As soon as the young man attacked, they knew that they couldn't handle him.
Moreover, Jenn's method of dismembering the corpse after killing them was too terrifying.
Cultists loved to desecrate the corpses of others, but they didn't like their own corpses being desecrated!
However, in the next moment, the ice-cold swords were already pressed against their necks.
"Cultists?"
Zayen narrowed his eyes and looked at the idiots in front of him with a strange expression.
"What are you guys doing here?"