"Kuhak!"
"W-What in the hell?!"
"Hey, watch out!"
"Ridiculous!"
Looking at the scene before them, the chosen Legion Commanders from Braxtein's neighbouring Kingdoms couldn't help blinking their eyes in bewilderment. All of them were fighting an army of six thousand, but they still hadn't gotten the upper hand yet.
Regardless of where they came from, the soldiers were swept off their feet by the attacks that Basil's Legion delivered. No fatal harm was done; however, it would be insulting to say they weren't hurt in the slightest.
"That Formation… it is not formidable because it is a High-Grade one. It is formidable because the Golden Apple is in the centre of it," one of the Legion Commanders from Vallienda observed. "What a nightmare to have that person on the other side."
Out of the fifty Golems Basil had created, only twenty-five had been destroyed so far. They could rebuild themselves after five times being destroyed, which made it hard to really destroy them.
