At the same time, the battle on the right wing of the battlefield was far less exciting than on the left wing. Although a considerable number of spirit servants were assigned, and air rifles and mortars also caused considerable damage to the enemy on their way to the charge, without a shocking blow like Anar, Mollet and his men were unable to stop Gram and his soldiers from a distance and had to line up to fight.
Mollett said to Song Hongyang: "We will soon charge the enemy. But... I want you to command this battle, and I will fight according to your instructions."
"Are you kidding me? You want me, a mid-level master, to judge how a master should fight against the other master?" Song Hongyang said, "Gabriel asked you to command the masters of this group to fight. After all, your strength is there."
"But... I was an imperial general a few days ago. They..." Mollett glanced at the spirit servants holding melee weapons behind Song Hongyang. Most of them looked like people from the kingdom or the empire, and many of them were from the army he led. But most of them looked at him without any awe.
"Listen. I have trained every soldier here, for a long or short time, but they all understand a basic principle, that is, they must obey orders unconditionally on the battlefield." Song Hongyang interrupted him, "Wang Jiyuan chose Gabriel as the commander-in-chief of the master battle, and Gabriel assigned you to be in charge of this route. In the final analysis, it is because they all believe that the person they choose can be competent for this role and do better than me. Don't you trust yourself?"
Mollett said: "No, if it was in the empire, the emperor would not trust someone who had just surrendered a few days ago. Although I am a spirit servant, don't you have doubts?"
"The problem is not whether you are a spirit servant or not, nor whether we trust you enough, but that we have enough confidence and courage. Even if you betray us, it will not cause us a decisive loss." Song Hongyang said, "However, we always like to give people opportunities, because otherwise, we can't grow quickly."
"I see."
"Well, time is running out, take advantage of this opportunity."
"Are you confident and confident enough?" Mollett couldn't help but glance at Gabriel and Xiao Chen who were floating in the sky not far away. The two seemed to be aware of his gaze and looked at him respectively.
Gabriel's eyes were dignified and scrutinizing, while Xiao Chen's eyes were calm and encouraging.
"I understand." Mollett was wearing a helmet, so his expression could not be seen, but his voice became solemn. He raised his left arm and said to the spirit servants who were waiting behind him: "Then... everyone, follow me!"
Mollett led more than forty melee spirit servants and rushed towards the enemy. The enemy's master Gram led about twenty elite family members. They had already rushed out from the beast team in the rear, obviously wanting to use their own masters to pin down the masters of the Tower of China and create opportunities for the beast warriors to break through the enemy's position.
The number of bloodline warriors is smaller than that of the melee spirit servants led by Mollet, but the elite of the Bright Lion Family are generally stronger than the spirit servants.
Gram, who also possessed the blood of the Light Lion, was nearly two heads taller than Morlet when his blood was activated. He was radiant and majestic. This group of inheritors of the Light Lion's bloodline stabbed at the spirit servants like a spear of light.
In order to conceal his identity, Morlett deliberately gave up his usual spear and held a two-handed sword. However, as a great swordsman, his two-handed sword skills were also very good, and he was able to show his strength. He slashed at Gram and his group. His fighting spirit shot out from the tip of the sword, turning into arcs of light and flying towards the enemy.
The arc of light that Morlet slashed out was extremely wide and large, and its angle kept changing as it moved.
Gram felt the power contained in these solitary lights and did not dare to neglect it. He condensed positive energy magic in his claws and quickly shot at the arcs of light.
When his claws came into contact with the arcs of light, he felt a slight tremor, and the light shattered. The shattered light did not dissipate, but turned into smaller and smaller solitary lights, attacking Gram's back.
The intensity of these small arcs of light was completely different from the previous large ones. They actually broke through Gram's protective light shield during scattering and cut several wounds on his body.
Only then did Gram realize that the large solitary light was not actually a whole, but was composed of countless tiny light blades. His attack did not block the attack, but instead made the opponent's attack route mysterious and unpredictable.
By the time he figured it out, it was too late. The fine sword lights swept into the enemy's team like drifting snow in winter.
There was a scream from behind. Gram's personal guards were far inferior to him in strength. Many of them had their defenses broken by the light blade and were injured. Some were even hit in the vitals and died on the spot.
No one expected that Morlet's unexpected attack would instantly narrow the gap between his own soldiers and the enemy, greatly boosting the morale of the spirit warriors behind him.
Molett was also more confident and said, "Remember, fight in groups of three. If you encounter a strong opponent, two people defend and one person harasses, and wait for support from other groups. If you encounter a weak opponent, one person defends and two people kill, and eliminate the opponent as soon as possible to support others. The positive energy of the light lion can hurt the soul. If you are knocked down and disabled, the soul will hide in the magic body. Don't come out easily."
"Yes!" The responses of the spirit servants obviously became much more positive.
On the other side, Gram didn't want to give Morlet a chance to use such a move again, so he roared an angry lion and leaped towards Morlet. His claws, with scorching energy, collided with Morlet's two-handed sword. The fighting spirit and magic energy burst out with a strong airflow, causing the two men to retreat two steps each.
"Who are you? In my memory, there has never been a great swordsman like you. Not in the Kingdom, and there shouldn't be one in the Tower of China!"
Under the helmet, Mollet said nothing, and directly gathered his fighting spirit and attacked Gram again.
"Hmph, you are such a coward!" Gram used his positive energy shield to block several of his opponent's attacks, and then said, "Your actions are hiding something, but they still give me a familiar feeling. People always have some instinctive reactions that cannot be hidden. Take these few attacks from me and let me see who you really are!" (To be continued)