Horst's team, bathed in a silver glow, made quick work of the goblin undead, cutting them down as easily as chopping vegetables.
But if it were just this, Agara wouldn't waste his spiritual energy to cast such spells.
Soon, Horst's team members noticed that the undead goblins they had knocked down didn't stay dead. Instead, they quickly healed their injuries and rose again to attack them.
What's worse, the goblin warrior's body, which had already been promoted, picked up its severed head and placed it back on its neck.
It then raised its mace and smashed the skull of a Horst team member who failed to dodge in time.
Seeing this, Horst, who was rushing toward George, quickly ordered the five people next to him to deal with the goblin warrior.
Horst had faith in these five. As his knight attendants, they possessed the strength of apprentice swordsmen. With Horst's spiritual aura, they were nearly equivalent to first-tier transcendent beings.
As Horst approached Agara, he donned a spiritual armor and unsheathed his longsword to charge at the shaman.
Horst's combat style was different from both George's and Marcus's, who were also knights.
He didn't use sword energy. Instead, he infused his spiritual energy into his longsword and extended it in an instant, catching the opponent off guard and injuring them.
However, this technique was ineffective against Agara.
As long as Agara summoned its dark protective energy, it could block several of Horst's attacks.
Seeing that his attacks had no effect, Horst retreated, narrowly dodging two waves of black energy.
He withdrew his spiritual armor and directed all of his spiritual energy into his longsword.
Instantly, a dazzling silver-white energy appeared in the longsword, and Horst charged once again at Agara.
"You fool, you're actually withdrawing your spiritual armor." Agara mocked.
"Only by giving up can one gain." Horst ignored the shaman's taunts.
As the two were about to clash, Horst seized the moment and unleashed the energy in his longsword.
A massive silver-white sword energy suddenly appeared in front of Agara.
Before the shaman could react, the sword energy shattered its dark protective energy. The ruptured energy couldn't stop the sword's assault.
The relentless white sword energy severed Agara's right arm, continuing to surge backward until it struck the thatched hut, where it finally dissipated.
"Ah... my hand!!"
Agara picked up its severed right arm and frantically began casting healing spells.
After unleashing the giant silver sword energy, Horst, a little fatigued, reminded, "Don't bother. With my spiritual energy interfering, you can't reattach your right hand."
Upon hearing this, Agara saw a layer of white aura clinging to its wound.
"Ahhh!!" It angrily tossed aside its right arm.
With its relatively intact left hand, it raised its staff and unleashed wild black energy waves.
But having lost its mind, it couldn't hit Horst and instead missed completely, allowing Horst to dodge easily.
As Agara continued to vent its fury, a sharp longsword suddenly stabbed through its chest from behind.
"Ugh... cough..." Agara spat out a mouthful of blood, turning with great effort to see the attacker.
However, the opponent didn't let Agara have its wish and, gathering spiritual energy, sliced through the chest, splitting Agara in two.
As Agara lay dying, it finally saw the figure of its attacker — the mutated human lord it had underestimated.
"It's him..."
Filled with hatred, Agara's consciousness plunged into darkness.
Meanwhile, George, who had successfully struck, plunged his sword into the ground, gripping the hilt with both hands, looking utterly exhausted.
When Agara had been fighting Horst, George suppressed the pain and forced his mind to stay calm, successfully reverting from his werewolf form.
After returning to his human form, he was surprised to find that the mental assault Agara had inflicted on him had disappeared along with his werewolf transformation.
Yes, George had not only been struck by black energy earlier, but also by the accompanying mental attack.
Otherwise, with his healing ability far beyond that of a normal person, his injuries should have healed long ago, and he wouldn't have been kneeling in pain.
Fully recovered, George hid in a nearby pit, waiting for the right moment.
It was only when Agara's arm was severed that George crawled out of the pit.
Quietly, he approached the out-of-control Agara from behind and, raising his sword, delivered the fatal blow.
This sudden assassination even caught Horst, the opponent, by surprise.
It was only when Agara's body was split in two that Horst noticed George's figure behind it.
Seeing that George was about to collapse, Horst hurriedly ran to his side and supported him.
"I didn't expect our George to be able to independently kill a transcendent," Horst said jokingly.
George coughed twice, feeling very grateful, and said, "This time, I really owe it to you, Uncle Horst. If it weren't for your help, Marcus, Catherine, and I might have ended up dead here."
Horst nodded, then looked at George seriously. "Next time, don't act so rashly. If I hadn't heard the explosion in the forest, you might have really joined your ancestors in the family tomb."
George, equally apologetic, said, "I wasn't thoughtful. It won't happen again, Uncle Horst."
After apologizing, George seemed to think of something and asked, "By the way, Uncle Horst, how come you're here in our territory today?"
Horst looked at George with surprise. "Didn't you receive my letter?"
"No," George shook his head.
"Then the messenger was too slow. Let me explain."
"I came this time for two reasons: First, to enhance your prestige. You're too young to have inherited this territory, and many people will be unwilling to obey you. Uncle will help you make them submit."
"Second, I came to teach you how to train your troops. Your father passed away too early, and he took the elite soldiers to the battlefield, leaving only inexperienced recruits behind. Sigh..."
After hearing this, George felt a sense of relief, as if he had found someone to rely on. He sighed with ease, "Uncle Horst, you've really helped me a lot this time. I've been struggling with these problems."
"Don't worry, leave it to me to solve."
The two chatted and walked off the battlefield.
Meanwhile, when the orc shaman died, all the spells it had cast lost their effect, including the undead goblin spirits.
The goblins' bodies lost the magical support and collapsed back into corpses.
Seeing the goblins no longer rise, Horst's team members felt a great sense of relief.
If the battle had continued, they would have run out of stamina, and at that point, they would have been helpless as the undead goblins killed them.