After she made adjustments, the formation consisted of a tall and sturdy soldier at the front;

this person was clad in heavy armor, wielding a large shield, leading the soldiers behind him to charge into the enemy forces.

On both sides behind him were spear and shield soldiers, responsible for blocking external attacks with their shields and striking the enemy with their long spears;

forming the outer layers of the formation were rows of sword and shield soldiers, tasked with protecting themselves and their teammates from harm;

in the center were all long spear soldiers, responsible for attacking the enemy forces.

In the scale formation laid down by the great knight, the truly crucial parts were not the soldiers in the middle holding long spears, but the shield soldiers at the front and on the outer perimeter.

Although the spear soldiers were brave, they wouldn't be able to fight effectively without the protection of shield soldiers at the front and sides of the formation.

This temporary composition played a significant role in the upcoming battle.

If it were in the past, the great knight would definitely not have formed the scale formation;

back then, she relied on the charges of her own cavalry to break through the enemy formations.

But now, before the enemy forces could regroup, launching a surprise attack with the scale formation for a second hunting;

the effectiveness of this kind of killing was no less than the charging carried out by the iron cavalry before.

The great knight demanded her soldiers:

After landing a successful strike, they must immediately retreat, absolutely not linger in battle with the enemy, and never miss the best opportunity for withdrawal due to greed for more kills;

Once given the chance for the enemy to counterattack, even if our side wants to retreat, there will be no chance left.

Currently, the most pressing issue is dealing with the oncoming Crusaders.

As Dibiles' elites were all dispatched back to the homeland, the soldiers remaining in the capital now were mostly not very strong in terms of combat power.

In such a situation, the great knight couldn't expect her troops to defeat the Crusaders head-on with a hundred and two percent certainty.

Thus, they had to rely on great magic.

The mages within the city had been accumulating magic power for the past four hours, preparing to launch a strike that would drastically change the course of the battle at the right moment.

That moment is now!

After the soldiers carried out the second round of hunting, the front was almost cleared of the common troops;

while the following Crusaders who arrived were forming a dense formation with the elite troops who had arrived earlier.

"The sharp edge" was meant for use at critical junctures.

If hidden tactics were used to attack the common troops, not just the commanders, even ordinary soldiers would feel like it was a loss.

Therefore, as long as the common troops were still the majority among the enemy forces, the great knight did not rush to attack;

she was waiting, waiting for the moment when her soldiers would be repelled by the Crusaders, and the enemy forces pushed forward significantly!

"Everyone ready!"

After receiving the command, the soldiers collectively retreated to the corner positions;

then, the soldiers in the army skilled in magic activated a teleportation array that had never been used before, using it to transfer themselves and their companions.

As Dibiles' soldiers collectively left their original positions, the area was left with only the troops of the Holy Empire due to the sudden abandonment of defense by the enemy, leaving the Crusaders generally perplexed;

before they could understand why this was happening, the great knight issued her biggest command to date:

"Attack!"

At her command, the mages who had been safe in the background all raised their heads at once, pointing their staves towards the direction their line of sight extended.

In an instant, a large dark cloud passed over the city, and the next moment, instead of something else, a chilling cold air, enough to freeze the targets, swept out from the cloud.

This was 14th-level ice magic!

The mages couldn't use more destructive fire or lightning magic, as it would damage the city walls.

Without damaging their own city defenses, ice magic was undoubtedly the best choice to deal with the Crusaders.

No matter how sturdy their shields were or how high the individual combat prowess of each Crusader, they couldn't resist this magic.

Layer upon layer of hard ice covered the ground, starting from beneath the targets' feet, completely freezing them;

at this moment, weapons and armor made no difference; they all instantaneously became part of the "human ice sculptures".

Though the Crusaders had some resistance to magic, when faced with magic above the 12th level, they had no defense.

Whether they fought individually or united, the result would be the same.

After several tens of seconds, nearly 20,000 Crusaders were completely encased in ice blocks;

all the invading elite enemy soldiers universally lost their fighting capabilities at this moment, and the fate of the remaining common troops was no different.

Seeing the current state of the enemy forces, the great knight let out a sigh and muttered to herself:

"We must hold the defense, even the knights from His Majesty's palace have been mobilized; once the enemy breaks through the city defenses, not even one capable fighting force could be brought out within the city."

Such a whisper came from the great knight.

Just when she felt a momentary relief for stabilizing the situation, a soldier in purple below asked a person next to him:

"What time is it now?"

Regardless of whether it was the right time to ask this question, the person questioned answered respectfully:

"It's just past eleven."

"Really, are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely sure!"

After receiving a confirmation, the soldier in purple turned around from the person's side and looked behind him, letting out a satisfied voice:

"Since the time has come, let's move out, 'Redeemers'!"

On the opposite side of his outstretched arms, 80,000 large puppets, their eyes flashing a faint red light at the same moment.

The fate of Dibiles had now entered the final countdown.