Kayal only felt a rolling furnace being placed into his arms in his sleep. Already sweating, and feeling a bit cold even under the sheepskin felt, Kayal naturally hugged the furnace and even buried his head in it.
This delighted Priscilla. The alluring and pleasant scent constantly diffused and entwined around her. It was simply too blissful. She had wanted to take a bite but remembered Kayal's daily admonition of only one piece. She could only whimper softly, then close her eyes, tightly hug Kayal, and fall into a deep sleep.
"Brother… Brother…" Priscilla murmured in her sleep, flailing her limbs. Suddenly, tears streamed down her face, and the burst of demonic energy shocked everyone.
"That's right, I'm here, right by your side… So, little Priscilla, there's no need to worry at all…" A gentle voice, like a lullaby, made Priscilla's consciousness, which had almost transformed, become hazy again. A glow enveloped Priscilla, and faintly, only her silver hair, shimmering with silver light against the glow, could be seen: "Sleep peacefully, Brother is by your side, Priscilla…"
Amidst the murmuring of the hazy, silver-haired face, Priscilla drifted back into sleep.
"Phew…" Kayal finally let out a breath. When he woke up in the morning, he found Priscilla sleeping soundly beside him and had no intention of waking her. He carried her onto the Unicorn. However, her sudden nightmare-like behavior made the little Unicorn whinny constantly. Fortunately, Kayal's calming magic was very skilled. The combination of verbal reassurance and calming magic allowed Priscilla to continue sleeping peacefully, but Priscilla's hands tightly gripped Kayal's pure white cloak, refusing to let go.
Kayal smiled wryly and shook his head. Seeing her clingy demeanor, he probably wouldn't be able to get off the horse again.
But it was good enough to make her calm down.
He turned his head to look at Teresa: "Hey, Teresa, is demonic energy really that powerful?" Seeing Teresa's hands completely healed, like white jade, Kayal found it incredibly hard to believe.
"╮(╯_╰)╭ That's how it's used." Teresa shrugged and smiled: "Of course, there are many other incredible things, such as Rolulia's agility, Sophia's strength, all like this. Irene, show them your special skill."
Irene didn't say anything, she just walked to a tree and then walked back.
Then the towering tree immediately collapsed, turning into pieces of firewood: "This is my High-Speed Claymore, also a form of demonic energy application."
"Amazing." Kayal praised with a smile. This technique would be invincible on the battlefield, but if it were a one-on-one fight: "Irene, this move… lacks precision, doesn't it?" Irene was startled: "That's right, the faster this move is, the greater its power, but its precision is limited, because at its fastest, even I don't know where my Claymore is."
"Then why not reduce the speed a bit to improve the precision?" Kayal said with a smile: "Begging your pardon, although my future goal is not to be a knight, I also have my own understanding of martial arts: what's the use of your speed if you can't hit the enemy… Your demonic energy isn't endless, is it? Instead of expending a large amount of demonic energy to form a Claymore net that even you can't see, wouldn't it be more energy-efficient to precisely strike every incoming attack?"
"Hmm…" Irene walked, deep in thought.
"Hmm." Kayal looked at Irene, who was slowly falling into contemplation, and nodded slightly. A warrior is not scary; what is scary is a warrior who possesses the martial prowess to kill but can also think.
In that case, this warrior would have the ability to rise to a commander.
Kayal looked closely at the four Claymores who had joined his side. Teresa was undoubtedly the strongest. He estimated that at her strongest, she would only need to unleash about 70% of her combat power to cut down all unjust people. Her intelligence was also the strongest among everyone, but Kayal would absolutely keep this sharp Claymore by his side: because Priscilla would definitely stick close to him, and for his own safety, Teresa naturally had to be by his side. Among the remaining three, only Irene was the most intelligent.
Sophia and Rolulia were more than sufficient as close guards, but as captains leading Claymores, they were still very immature.
But Irene was different. First, Irene was the No. 2 Claymore, and her strength earned the respect of both of them. She was also older than them, and her personality was much more stable than the two flighty ones. She was truly the most suitable as a leader, and… Kayal vaguely felt a desire to redeem these girls who possessed formidable combat power but were controlled by dark hands.
However, he knew it wasn't realistic right now and could only bury it in his heart, but the leader already had a predetermined candidate, didn't she?
"Finally here." Behind him was Atoris, in his arms was Priscilla, and beside him was Gawain on horseback. As for the four Claymores, they were all around. Because Teresa's hands and Claymore were gone, she carried Priscilla's Claymore on her back.
The Claymores easily kept up with the pace of the two horses, which made Gawain exclaim in admiration. But even so, the group still traveled for a whole morning, arriving hungry near the battlefield, Ira.
"Has it already become like that…" Kayal's tone was indescribably mournful. Ira, which had originally relied on its port to bring prosperity to trade and the entire town—the "blood vessel" that was the port—had become a fatal wound. Without sufficient armed protection, the Gauls easily sailed their ships in, like a wild beast, tearing apart the town and turning Ira into a living hell.
Now, Ira was completely engulfed in thick smoke and raging fire, like a hell on earth. Murder, rape, greed, gluttony—the seven deadly sins were everywhere… And now, three directions were surrounded by knight formations. If they tried to escape, Grand Duke Andrei's warships on the sea would ensure they sank to the bottom.
Banners fluttered, singing the war song of England, the knights hung their lances on their saddles and beat their shields with their knight swords as a rhythm, approaching Ira step by step.
Looking at the three directions, the three neat formations, Kayal suddenly understood where King Uther got his confidence to completely annihilate about 80,000 Gauls inland with three teams of two thousand men… In front of these steel tanks, what attack could harm them, except for using an axe with all one's might to cleave them open?
Then… the battle that made Kayal widen his eyes began.