Seven or eight were seriously injured, all forcibly saved by Lear.
After the battle, the Cold-blooded Cavalry's gaze at Lear grew increasingly fanatical and reverent.
A powerful healer is essential to sustaining the logistics of an entire army.
Although fearless, who wouldn't want to survive if they can?
Once the field quieted down, Lear curiously gazed at the shattered machinery.
While pondering, he signaled Haggs, who had charged in most fiercely, to dismantle a few and see.
Haggs, holding a Steel Saber, got off the Fierce Wild Lizard and found a relatively intact Mechanical Puppet.
He adjusted his posture slightly, gripped the Steel Saber, and let Qi Blood slowly surge out, covering the blade.
Taking a deep breath, he slashed down fiercely.
Crack~ The head of the Mechanical Puppet was sliced into two, the cut surface smooth as a mirror.
Ding~
A crisp sound rang out.
A crystalline red gemstone fell from the head onto the ground.
Lear's eyes lit up.
What is this?
