Chapitre 126: 84. Deconstructing Profits from Blood Money_3

Now that Noland Lee had cracked the magic protective shield, wouldn't the Empire side be like an unstoppable force, crushing the enemy with ease?

As if clinging to life, a Cannonball Giant crawled on the ground, the sound of its ammo loading echoing from inside its body.

Just as it was about to fire at the War Spirit in front of it, Lieutenant Slyke Thompson stopped it.

"No need to bother with that weakling. The Undead Cult requires the War Spirits stationed at guard posts to treat the watchtower as their phylactery and fight to the death. We've destroyed the magic shield and the watchtower, which is as good as destroying their phylactery. That guy will die soon; it's not worth our ammunition."

"Clack clack..."

The moment Lieutenant Slyke's words fell, a series of crisp noises sounded from the War Spirit that was leaning on the Bone Treasure Sword.

Its bones were cracking, and the Bone Treasure Sword had many cracks as well.