It was long anticipated that there would be a fierce battle before Council City, but Aleister did not expect to employ the forbidden curse so soon. The battle had already deviated from his predictions, veering towards an uncontrollable edge. However, he wondered if all of this was within the Supreme Lord's expectations.
"Lord Aleister, our men are still engaged in chaotic combat with the enemy, and using a forbidden curse at this moment!" the mage beside Aleister furrowed his brow, finding it difficult to comply with the command.
"Indeed! Sacrificing the Templar Order to achieve a pyrrhic victory with the opponent is too costly for us! We would lose a war-hardened army, whereas the other side would merely lose a group of Mechanical Puppets!" A Bright Bishop chimed in agreement with the opposition.
