Suddenly, black tentacles emerged around the altar of the Suffering Church, crazily winding around everything nearby, squeezing, coiling, tightening. Some of the outermost believers had their necks snapped on the spot, and the priests near the altar were also trapped by the tentacles, completely unable to react in time, as arrows whizzed through the air.

Whizz.

Blood splattered.

An outer high-tier priest was about to start chanting a spell, but the next second, an arrow pierced his forehead, almost penetrating his skull.

"Mage Archer!"

"Watch out!"

Someone shouted in alarm.

But before he could move, an arrow pierced through his throat, directly interrupting his spellcasting.

"In this world, many high-tier spells require about 3 to 6 seconds of casting time."

"But to shoot them down, I don’t even need one second."

Being attacked during casting requires maintaining concentration; any disturbance can interrupt the spell.

Close cuts, distant shots, hesitating for a second is disrespectful to spellcasters.

The bloody glow suddenly appeared.

An eye-patched pirate chief brandished a sharp blade and charged in, shadows lurking in the dark, a poisoned dagger going straight for the vital points, ensuring a successful backstab would generally be a one-hit kill.

Shadow dancers flitted and leaped in the shadows, as if flickering, executing Duncan’s orders for pinpoint kills. Ten minutes before action, Duncan almost marked all the first batch of enemy targets to be cleared. Empowered with a god’s perspective, Duncan knew which units posed the greatest threat and could micromanage based on combat power.

A sneak attack is always the most shocking in the first wave.

Caught off guard, the Suffering Church, within three short minutes, had several high-tier priests slaughtered, and the remaining believers were almost defenseless. With the priests cleared out, under Duncan’s command, members of the Scarlet Performer Sect began to surround and slaughter the church’s torturers, executioners, and sufferers.

The entire combat process was crisp and efficient.

Ten minutes later.

The battle ended, Duncan put away the Elf War Bow, looking at the ground littered with corpses. As his cold gaze once again swept over the crowd, under his pressure, almost everyone was turned into green marked units.

Total victory.

Total annihilation.

Members of the Scarlet Performer Sect were shocked, finding it hard to believe even until the end of battle; they had never in their eight lifetimes fought such a favorable battle.

From scouting the enemy to combat layout, and annihilating this torture sect.

The entire process took twenty minutes.

Not wasting a single moment from raid to slaughter; within the first three minutes of battle, the situation had completely swung in their favor.

Their group barely had any casualties.

Duncan’s control of the battlefield command was beyond their comprehension; in an era where adventurer teams mostly fought, Duncan’s battlefield command was almost overwhelming; he could mobilize thousands of troops, so commanding a ten-member special ops team for a beheading operation was a piece of cake.

Sniping priests, strangling sect guards, even the outer perimeter sentries were cleaned up by him ahead of time.

Duncan, with a god’s perspective, tried slightly sharpening the knife, directly achieving a flawless brilliant record.

If he were to join the War Church, or the church of the strategic goddess, he’d effortlessly secure Divine Grace.

Sestha-White, as the reserve healer, observed the whole scene; she was the one who saw most clearly because she hadn’t acted at all, only feeling that the command of this battle was artfully mesmerizing, crisp and efficient. Despite the enemy not being weak, they were utterly defenseless, only encountering a slight hindrance when attacking the secret shrine in the valley towards the end.

But the delay lasted less than two minutes, as Duncan directly blasted inside.

"Clean up the battlefield."

"In ten minutes, we’ll head to the next Suffering Church stronghold."

"Not giving them any time to react."

Duncan’s expression was cold, his gaze murderous; as he swept over the crowd, he said in a deep voice, "They must pay a painful price for this!"

He wants to destroy all enemy forces here.

This battle.

Is not fought for the Mother of Great Bliss to see, but for the goddess of joy, Lierla.

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