The giant leader's enormous eyes were fixed firmly on the Emperor of Greece at the top of the city wall.
Will killing him bring back freedom?
He glanced at his tribesn, uttering a few syllables that only giants could understand, and more than ten remaining warriors of the sand giants imdiately divided, using their arms and legs to sprint forward.
Their speed reached its peak in the blink of an eye.
"The giants are His Majesty's slaves, make way for them!"
"With the giants leading the charge, we will surely take this city today."
"Holy Fire Everlasting, supre and great!"
Ottoman soldiers shouted loudly, all of them Fire Worshipers exempt from paying the Jizya Tax (head tax for heretics), wealthy enough to arm themselves, and filled with fierce fighting spirit.
Like a black tide, the Ottoman army raised the red flag with a yellow crescent and followed closely behind the giants.
In contrast, the slender female knight standing at the foot of the city wall seed like a white flower ready to be swept away by the waves.
Her platinum hair and black-and-white colored battle attire were blown by the incoming wind, revealing a red hue beneath the black cloak.
The Greek soldiers on the wall couldn't help but express their worried exclamations, even though they knew this female knight, who had co to Constantinople unnoticed and beco His Majesty the Emperor's most trusted advisor, possessed extraordinarily strong power, but to the naked eye, she was vastly different from the giants.
The Candle Knight looked at the enemy flooding in like a tide and gently closed her eyes, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, as if fearing the imminent confrontation with a powerful foe.
With both hands gripping the typical German Two-Handed Sword placed before her chest, the bright blade reflected her beautiful visage. In the next mont, flas danced, like serpents writhing enchantingly, swiftly igniting each rune upon the sword.
An overwhelmingly powerful sense of oppression arose swiftly from the Candle Knight, as she beca the vortex of the world, drawing mass amounts of fla spirit into the center of the vortex, into the sword engraved with countless runes.
On the wall, the Emperor gripped the sword at his waist tightly, behind him, four royal imperial banners, the XP combination flag, and the double-headed eagle emblem flag flapped loudly in the howling spiritual storm.
In Losa's Spiritual Vision, the soul of the giant charging at the forefront seed to beco a vast red candle, illuminated by the Spirit Candle Technique.
Following that, the fla long sword suddenly rose from the female knight's hand, like a blade piercing through the world.
In the next mont.
The candle burns, and shadows extinguish.
A massive head rolled to the ground, extinguishing the fla of the giant's life.
Ignited, was the Magic Spirit Candle upon Viviana's great sword, fueled by the soul.
"Roar!"
The giants let out angry and mournful roars, charging mindlessly at the small figure.
The sand giant following the original giant leader raised his arm high, endless sand gathered into a massive sand spear, which he fiercely hurled.
Accompanied by an explosion!
The flaming giant sword swept out.
The sand spear was burned down to translucent crystals.
The next target was the giant that had thrown the spear.
The surface of the sand giant's body was quickly covered by tons of mud and sand, forming solid armor; the originally huge body over ten ters tall swelled again. With enhanced defense, he swung his arm ruthlessly against the descending fla giant sword.
But there was more than one sand giant.
While he faced the fla giant sword, his companions were already charging towards Viviana.
The earth churned, turning into quicksand, transmitting an extrely powerful suction, attempting to restrict Viviana's movents, as sandworms reared by the sand giants erged from the ground, trying to devour Viviana.
Losa watched this scene without intervening; he could sense that with Viviana's strength, these sand giants combined might not be a match for her.
"Didn't expect the Candle Knight's power in full glory to be so strong, clearly surpassing Jeanne's lot at the peak of Tier One, those Six-star levels."
Jeanne at her peak should be at the pinnacle of Phase Two.
Looking at it now, although Viviana likely won't be that strong, she certainly possesses the strength of the Second Elite stage. After all, she's only in her twenties.
Such talent, no wonder she can beco a figure as renowned as the Knight of Radiance.
Even at a distance where three-headed Demon Dragon lay resting and had no interest in disputes of insects, it subconsciously raised its three massive heads, a glint of eagerness flashed in its sharp eyes.
As a Fire Dragon, devouring fierce flas was almost an instinct they were born with.
"Stay calm!"
Feeling the awakening of the Demon Dragon, Mahmud II quickly transmitted calming emotions.
As for the casualties of his subordinates, he actually did not care; whether it was Qimi, Ghazi, or giant slaves, in his eyes they were nothing but consumables; only the dragon was not.
He was well aware of why his father, Murad II, had to grant him the status of heir even after he hard his sickly brother — he could control dragons.
The dragon was fundantal to him becoming a king.
He would rather see mountains of subordinate soldiers' corpses piled up than endure any risk of his most prized dragon partner suffering severe wounds. After all, the Romans still held a Divine Artifact.
He must endure.
His clenched fist relaxed again, and the young monarch looked at the Emperor on the city wall, cloaked in a purple robe and wearing golden armor, realizing for the first ti that he might have truly underestimated this seemingly dood Emperor of Greece.
...
The sweeping fla sword shattered yet another giant.
The quicksand trap and sandworm assault relied upon by the giants might still pose a significant challenge to orthodox casters, but Viviana was not a caster.
She was a Demon Warrior.
With the circulation of her spiritual power, Viviana swiftly escaped from the trap, her figure gracefully landing on the head of a white sandworm, using the force to leap forward, her long sword sweeping across, slicing open the giant in front.
The brilliance of the Spirit Candle flashed upon the sword blade, allowing a degree of immunity to physical attacks, as the body of the tall sand giant was swiftly cut open, blood gushing thickly, dropping on
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