840 The 72nd Rank Candidate

"Let them have this moment. Maybe next time the person who fights them won't be as kind as us. After all, life and death is fleeting on a battlefield." Isilia smiled as the party waited for them to get ready.

Taking a deep breath, Imari looked at the party and raised her spear.

Releasing a loud war cry, her mana surged as blood red aura erupted out of her body.

Pointing her spear into the sky, red tethers could be seen gathering towards the spear tip from every corner as she pointed her spear towards the party.

"Charge!!" She shouted out.

Following behind her, the soldiers activated their own spells.

Looking at the charging army, the party couldn't help but smile since they would be scared of this scene a few months ago but now, it was nothing to them.

"Shall we go a bit easy on them?" Silvia asked since she had skills and debuffs that would make what they're doing obsolete.