"Fifteen levels at most. The young archmagician, with his unusual confidence and calmness, slapped Sarenwell's hand away coldly but resolutely, and said unceremoniously: "Magic does not lie, and one day in the future, you will believe it." Mr. Twelfth Rank Great Magician!" he emphasized the keyword of Twelfth Grade, which made Sarenwell's face naturally as ugly as he looked.

However, as a fifteenth-level great magician of the same age as Sarenwell, his status was by no means lower than his status as a prince, on the contrary, it was even higher. Moreover, this great magician belongs to the Sequoia Kingdom, and he does not necessarily have to buy the account of the prince of the Iron Triangle Empire. If it weren't for the reputation of Sarenwell's war artist, the young archmage would have turned his face at this offensive remark. Although the people in the command area looked different, there were still many people who could already see that the battle situation was not good.

Although the opponent has more than 2,000 dead soldiers, the losses have also exceeded 1,000, which makes the number ratio from 1 to 2 to nearly 1 to 4. The battle line could collapse at any moment, and in the rear of the opposing line, the Bear Knights assembled again, this time not in units of ten horsemen, but all the knights began to assemble. Obviously, Sinclair is going to finish his opponent with a decisive assault!

"Retreat!" Sarenwell gave the final order, only to feel bitter in his mouth.

This defeat will become a heavy stain on his life that will not be washed away, and the loss of an entire regiment of elite Imperial knights and five hundred motorized infantry is also a heavy loss for the Iron Triangle Empire. And the destruction of the reorganized Knights of the Templars and the Warrior Officers will deal a heavy blow to the Empire's natural alliance in the Sequoia Kingdom, the Temple of the God of Courage. A high priest, a knight of the Sanctuary, and a large number of mages were killed in battle, and this loss was still in the ranks of knights.

And the most difficult thing for him to accept is that the great magician next to him will definitely nail the enemy's power to the 'fifteenth level' benchmark, because 'the power of magic does not lie', and he will make a back for this judgment with his genius magician, the future archmage.

As the carriage began to turn around, Sarenwell took one last look at the battlefield and felt the urge to curse. Look, that woman has killed a whole dozen heavy infantry, almost a killing machine that will never stop! Before that, she also killed a high priest and a knight of the Sanctuary, if this is only the combat power of the 'fifteenth level', Sarenwell dares to gouge out his eyes.

Sarenwell was eager to ask if the genius archmage's head was filled with the magic of wine lees, and he didn't know of a guy below level eighteen who could achieve such a feat. Sarenwell dared to swear in the name of the royal ancestor, no matter what the level of that devil girl was, her combat power would definitely be at the level of eighteenth.

Before Sarenwell gave the order, many noble lords had already seen that the situation was not good and withdrew from the battlefield first. The aristocratic private soldiers formed dozens of trickles, and in confusion they headed away from the battlefield. As for the fighters who were still fighting to the death, they were ruthlessly left behind.

This was a common scenario in aristocratic warfare. If a warrior dies, you can recruit it, and if you can't do it, you can hire mercenaries, but once the lord is captured, you may be killed. The best outcome is to pay a large ransom, which is better used to hire warriors!

In the distance, Sinclair let out a loud scream, and the giant manticore lion lifted her into the air. Its massive body was tens of meters away in each vertical leap, and it forced its way across the battlefield at incredible speed, chasing after Sarenwell!

There was no shortage of strong men in the retreating ranks, so there was only a slight panic.

Sarenwell, who was still standing on the top of the carriage, and the fifteenth-level archmage cast the sixth-level magic dissociation technique at the same time, and the two dark green balls of magic light instantly locked onto Sinclair and flew away quickly.

The girl jumped to her feet, and once again rushed into the escort in front of the carriage with the ability to dodge, and let go of the slaughter. This time, her figure was no longer looming, like a black tornado, spinning at high speed and wedged into the queue, and four or five elite guards were killed in an instant under the flying twin knives.

However, the two dissociation balls of light turned around in the air, still flying towards her with perseverance. She reached out and grabbed the two guards and threw a backhand at the dissociation. One of the guards was immediately covered in green, and in the blink of an eye, it disintegrated into flying dust.

The other was obviously strong and reacted much faster, and his fighting spirit was extinguished by the dissociation technique in a flash, but the deadly green color also faded a lot, and he finally resisted the magical power of liberation, but he was also hit hard, spurting out a mouthful of blood in the air, and he had lost his mind. The magical power of the two dissociation techniques also affected Sinclair, making her face glow a strange green.

Just as Sinclair continued to charge towards the carriage, the Grand Priest on the roof of the carriage had already driven a delicate and gorgeous Divine Scroll, and as he shouted angrily, a huge divine symbol appeared in the air, and then the divine power waves converged into a huge destructive force, which was guided by the power of the Grand Priest, and all of them hit Sinclair's body.

This is the seventh-order Truth Divine Technique: Punishment, which was originally a divine power with a range effect, but was guided by the Great Priest to bombard Sinclair's body, which actually made her spurt out a mouthful of black blood, fell backwards, and slammed to the ground.

The manticore roared, gnashing its teeth and claws, tearing apart a few warriors who wanted to come and pick up the bargain, and firmly protected Sinclair. The girl screamed, then grabbed the manticore's mane and climbed its back, staring coldly at the great priest at the top of the carriage, and did not continue the pursuit. Under the gaze of her gaze, the face of the Grand Priest looked extremely ugly, and the hand holding the scepter was trembling slightly, but it was only forced to stand still.

Sarenwell looked around and looked at the nearly 1,000 elite private soldiers who were fleeing in a hurry around his master, and couldn't help but want to curse again. If these warriors had been handed over to him to command, if the two on the roof of the carriage had been able to strike earlier, instead of standing there and pointing out the country and saying 'the power of magic does not lie', the tide of the battle might have been turned a long time ago.

Unfortunately, what has happened is not a zài if.

The remnants of the coalition are still fighting to the death, abandoned but their faith and honor continue to fight to the end. They all knew that this girl was the devil's spokesman, who often tortured and killed captives as she pleased, and even if she became a servant of the devil, she could not avoid a tragic fate. And they are not outcasts in the land of blood, without a past and a future, they are soldiers of the country, with families, clans, homes, between depravity and glorious death, they choose the latter.

The bravery of the coalition warriors entangled the enemy and bought time for the retreat of the noble lords. But they are destined to remember them to no one except their families.

Sinclair stood silently on top of the manticore's head, a moment when she had been as weak as a broken doll, but now she seemed to have eased her breath, her aura growing stronger.

One thing that Sarenwell guessed correctly was that although Sinclair was only a fifteenth-level Shadow Slayer, she was a standard third-order constructed knight, and the fourth-order constructed dark sacrifice made her combat power surpass that of ordinary third-order constructed knights. With the blessing of four third-order and one fourth-order structure, her combat power is comparable to that of the Sanctuary even in Norland, and the Faro plane has shrunk to the sixteenth level in the Sanctuary Realm, that is, it is no different from the eighteenth-level Zhenguo powerhouse. And thanks to the powerful restoration ability of the Dark Sacrifice, her real combat power on the battlefield can even be improved.

As Richard had previously thought, the Demonic Pattern Construct was the decisive difference between the Norland and the Faro planes.