The scythe mantis creatures flapped their wings, able to leap ten meters into the air and glide for thirty to forty meters.
They appeared quite agile.
At this moment, the scythe mantis creatures, sensing their lord's death, became even angrier and sped up in their charge.
Watching the dense mass of creatures jumping from the ground, gliding, landing, and then repeating the jump, Lear's gaze turned icy.
No matter how many enemies there are next, first clear these out completely.
"Cold-blooded Cavalry, defend the ground."
"Dark Night Hunters, free to hunt!"
The enemy's leaps could evade large-scale charges, making the Cold-blooded Cavalry's charge less effective.
However... gains and losses coexist, the enemy also lost more agility by rising into the air—after all, they are not flying creatures.
As the orders were given, the Cold-blooded Cavalry stood ready, and the Dark Night Hunters drew their longbows.
