“Arghhhh!”

Basilude screamed in agony as his leg snapped under Ghislain’s blow, sending him crumpling to the ground.

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Drip.

A thin red line formed on Basilude’s neck, a single drop of blood tracing its path. He gasped for air, terror evident in his wide eyes. Somehow, his life had been spared.

Ghislain, resting his staff atop Basilude’s head, spoke calmly.

“It looks like this is over.”

“S-spare me!” Basilude stammered, his voice trembling. “I’m a 6th-circle dark mage. If you keep me alive, I can be of use to you!”

“You don’t seem very useful for a 6th-circle mage,” Ghislain replied bluntly.

His observation was genuine. When Vanessa, another 6th-circle mage, fought, she was capable of turning the tide of entire battles. Even accounting for the knights who supported her, her combat instincts were on an entirely different level.

In comparison, Basilude’s spellcasting and mana control were, frankly, pathetic.

Basilude, his face twisted with indignation, tried to defend himself.

“T-that’s only because your combat style is so… unorthodox!”

From the relentless barrage of spells at a distance to the wild swings of his staff up close, Ghislain’s methods were unlike anything Basilude had ever encountered. No mage fought like this—it was a realm beyond his comprehension.

Ghislain smirked. “First, get rid of the undead.”

“A-alright,” Basilude replied quickly.

At this point, less than half of his undead army remained. Deneb, Kyle, and the knights of Nodehill had fought fiercely, cutting them down relentlessly. Without Basilude’s direct support, the undead were no match for the trained soldiers.

With a mental command, Basilude ordered the remaining undead to collapse. The lifeless bodies slumped to the ground, inert until he re-infused them with mana.

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