"Disperse to the wings."
"Advance."
"Black Knights! [Death Strike] ready... Fire!"
"Keep advancing!"
*Yila's voice echoed across the battlefield, a series of clear yet vague commands, telling the magical creatures what to do but leaving enough room for flexibility.*
*There truly was no need to think... step by step, the magical creatures rushed into the encirclement as if they had no brains, only to be slaughtered by the Black Knights and pierced by the Headless Knights.*
*Satan Ye stared wide-eyed at the scene; the battle was nearing its end, the impact of the beast tide had long lost its initial strength, and the battle had turned into chaotic skirmishes and encounters.*
*The mages' roles were no longer as prominent, and their safety was no longer guaranteed.*
"Mechanical Bodies, protect the mages and archers... shooters, advance slowly."
