Thunderous roars, like the beating of a drum by the god of thunder.

The flying sand and dust resembled a storm.

Nearly a hundred Winged Cavalry charged with shouts in unison, possessing a force like a great tide that shocked the nomadic Bedouin tribesmen who had never seen such a spectacle.

They leveled their lances, more than three meters long, forming a wedge formation reminiscent of migrating geese.

Jeanne, as the vanguard of the cavalry troop, led the charge.

The Winged Cavalry formed the two wings of the wedge, encapsulating the lightly-armored Vassal Army within—they were the weakest link in the Eira Port Cavalry but equally crucial.

Without the support of replaceable warhorses, lances, food, and water provided by the Vassal Army, the combat effectiveness of the Winged Cavalry would significantly diminish.

Roar——

The roar of a majestic lion echoed.

A brown lion with a thick mane vibrated its wings, diving down with a Black Armored Knight on its back.

Its tail, raised like a javelin, flashed a crimson venomous spike, striking fiercely towards Jeanne—capture the king first, this is what any sensible person would choose to do.

But this seemingly clever choice cost him his life.

Not yet within a hundred meters of Jeanne.

The rusty Holy Spear shot out from below, precisely piercing through the chest of the Scorpion-tailed Lion, skewering the knight on its back as well.

A simple and unpretentious throwing spear attack.

The massive body of the Scorpion-tailed Lion crashed to the ground.

Jeanne's charge didn't slow in the slightest, her Akhal-Teke horse, which she called "Grape," galloped like the wind.

Another Scorpion-tailed Lion Knight, seeing Jeanne disarmed, immediately maneuvered the Scorpion-tailed Lion to pounce on her.

But as Jeanne gestured, golden light gathered in her hand—at the same time, the Holy Spear embedded in the Scorpion-tailed Lion's corpse began to dematerialize and disappear.

At the moment the new Scorpion-tailed Lion Knight approached.

The Holy Spear once again flew out, this time piercing the gaping mouth of the Scorpion-tailed Lion, which attempted to roar and scare the Winged Cavalry's mounts.

Another Scorpion-tailed Lion Knight crashed to the ground.

The remaining Scorpion-tailed Lion, seeing its two comrades fall in quick succession, desperately flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

"That's it?"

Jeanne's lips curled slightly.

With another gesture, she summoned the Holy Spear: "You get down here too!"

The Holy Spear transformed into a stream of light.

Once more, it flew out, this time with Jeanne activating the Holy Spear's precision property, rather than just an ordinary throw.

Hence, even as the Scorpion-tailed Lion Knight reached above the clouds, it was still accurately struck by the Holy Spear.

"By the Holy Fire, is this Frankish leader a devil?"

The Saracen leader, upon witnessing this scene, couldn't help but shiver; these Scorpion-tailed Lions were feared as formidable beasts.

Even the Wizards worshipped by some Bedouin tribes couldn't kill these swift and vicious creatures.

Yet before this Frankish leader, they were effortlessly dispatched like cutting through vegetables!

"Long live Knight Commander Jeanne!"

"In the name of Jeanne, kill all these damned heretics!"

Contrary to the plummeting morale of the Saracens, the Winged Cavalry's spirits soared higher, shouting Jeanne's name to express their admiration.

Across from them, the black-armored Saracen Cavalry also began their charge.

Boom——

Black and silver-white waves clashed together.

The black was rapidly swallowed.

In the blink of an eye, the Winged Cavalry broke through the enemy's encirclement, under Jeanne's leadership, breaking through towards the distance, leaving only a field of black-armored corpses.

The Bedouin nomads in pursuit slowed their steps, eventually coming to a complete halt.

Their leaders looked at each other in dismay.

"Faced with such a fearsome enemy, do we really have to follow the orders of that cruel and violent Lord Rauf?"

...

Below Eira Port.

"Cowardly Franks, do you not even have the courage to meet My Lord?"

"If you are truly so afraid, why not surrender the city, bare your body, and offer a lamb of peace to My Lord? My Lord will surely spare your life."

The black-armored Mamluks shouted boastfully below Eira Port.

On the city walls, Armenians transporting arrows and stones whispered, "Being scolded and not getting angry, our newly sworn Lord really has quite a temper."

"Hah, they call him Brave Losa, but Franks just love to exaggerate."

Not only these Armenian mercenaries, but even the militia defending the city began to look somewhat displeased.

Hans furrowed his brow, "My Lord, if it goes on like this, there'll be a morale problem..."

Losa waved his hand, "What do you want to do, expose the precise siege weapons on Siegfried High Tower because of one person? Or do you plan for me to lower the drawbridge so you can go out for a duel?"

Hans shrugged, "No need to lower the drawbridge, I'll just jump down and slaughter him."

Furinjira snorted lightly, "No need for such trouble, let me handle it—My Lord, would there be a problem if I use some strange methods?"

Losa shook his head, "No worries, do as you wish. In Transjordan, I am now the greatest, no one has the right to criticize you."

The relationship between the Church and the witches has always been ambiguous.

Since the Public Church claimed that all Extraordinary Powers originate from the Heavenly Lord, many even see witches as the favored ones of the Heavenly Father—this isn't a lie concocted by Losa.

Even in a previous life, the large-scale witch hunts only flourished when the Middle Ages were ending, during the Thirty Years' War at the start of the Protestant Reformation.

Before this, witch hunts were only sporadic incidents led by ignorant locals or local churches.

Furinjira responded with a slight "Hmm," and began to chant spells softly.

It was seen that the eyes of the Mamluk's steed suddenly turned blood-red, it panted heavily, its hooves uneasily scraping the ground.

Then it opened a mouth full of menacing fangs, its neck twisting like a snake, and it bit down on the arm of its master behind.

"Damn, what are you doing?"

The black-armored Mamluk cried out in alarm, brandishing his whip, lashing at the steed's rump.

But influenced by Furinjira's magic, the grotesquely transformed warhorse, completely lost its sanity, ignored the lashes, and with a crunching sound, tore off his arm.

The warhorse chewed the flesh.

The black-armored Mamluk, enduring the pain, drew a straight sword and slashed down fiercely.

The horse's head was immediately cut off.

Yet the horse's head on the ground, like a zombie, continued to chew on the Mamluk's severed arm, bones and flesh were crushed and swallowed.

At the horse's neck, several clumps of flesh mixed with white bones fell.

The Mamluk screamed, falling from the horse, desperately running back the way he came.

Rauf, frowning, looked at the black wizard beside him, "Master, what kind of evil art is this?"

The black wizard shook his head, "I don't know the methods of Frankish wizards, but I have similar abilities, I can even make the dead rise again, this is nothing."

Rauf breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, "That's good."

"Send someone to bring Damri back, have a doctor treat him..."

Before the words finished, the fleeing Mamluk's body suddenly exploded into countless chunks of flesh.

Rauf's expression froze, he looked again at the black wizard beside him.

The black wizard showed a look of disdain, "Don't worry, just a little trick, if I really wanted to kill someone, it would be ten times bloodier and more terrifying than this."

...

A siege is no child's play.

Away from this exchange of insults.

Until evening, the army beneath the city continued to build the siege machinery.

Although Rauf initially planned a surprise attack, it was clear the opponent had anticipated and was tightly guarded, making a surprise attack meaningless.

"The enemy is few, we are many."

"I have you, Master, and the trump card of the Scorpion-tailed Lion Knights."

"This battle is without suspense."

Rauf's face was full of pride, lifting his glass, he toasted the black wizard opposite him.

The black wizard's face was also relaxed.

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