Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1185 - 297: Tactic No. 11

Chapter 1185: Chapter 297: Tactic No. 11

"Tactic No. 11?" Freya’s eyes lifted in amusement as she pursed her lips into a seductive smile. "You’re being too cruel, big sister, to actually use such a tactic."

However, while she said this, the princess had no intention of defying Catherine’s orders. She took several steps back to the corner of the wall and, with a snap of her fingers, a large number of parts flew out. This time, they didn’t come from the hidden pockets under her clothes but continuously emerged from the backpacks piled up by several girls. The size of each part was clearly much larger than before, indicating that the mechanical assembly the princess was preparing to put together was by no means small. Given the princess’s obvious width, with her blocking the front and the walls on both sides covering, the steadily advancing enemy couldn’t see what Freya was assembling at all. It was evident that the enemy’s advance hesitated momentarily, but after a few words from a ghoul wrapped in heavy armor at the rear, their formation stabilized once more and they resumed their slow yet unstoppable inward squeeze.

As the most important facility of the Danacus Main Shrine, the Great Ceremony Hall was vast. Beyond the circular hall with the towering sacred symbols at the entrance, there was a preaching hall over fifty meters wide and nearly two hundred meters long. During Danacus’s most glorious era tens of thousands of years ago, ordinary believers who came on a spiritual pilgrimage to the Holy Sanctuary first kneeled at the sacred symbols in the center of the circular hall. They were sprinkled with blessed water known as the Water of the Underworld by the Death Priests to cleanse the impurities from their bodies. After the cleansing, the pilgrims earned the right to enter the preaching hall to listen to sermons. They would sit down in the arch-shaped hall, attentively absorbing the teachings of the archbishops until the sermon ended. Then, under the guidance of the Death Priests, believers would enter the small doors behind the preaching hall to go to the confessional and meditation rooms, communicating with the deity and offering up their faith.

Thus, the battlefield where the girls were located was quite expansive, the distance between them and the enemy originally exceeding two hundred meters. Yet, as the enemy’s continuous territorial push progressed, the gap between them and the cheval de frise had shrunk to less than fifty meters by this point. It had to be acknowledged that this was a dangerously close distance. If the enemy, concealed behind the eight-sided tower shields, disregarded everything and charged with their shields, it would only take a few seconds to break into the cheval de frise. Although it offered a degree of defense, it clearly wouldn’t hold for long under the impact of the tower shields.

Despite this, the girls were not the least bit panicked. Panic was meaningless in battle or even in war, inevitably leading only to defeat, so Catherine still stood resolutely at the entrance to the cheval de frise’s position. The Magicsteel Shield was set in front of her, and her knight sword rested at the side of the shield, silently watching the approaching enemy. It was Lina who took action, the priest girl touching the top of her short, finely-chopped hair and giving a cunning smile towards the enemy before waving to Ava in midair. The girl in the air didn’t know what Tactic No. 11 was, nor did she understand why Lina was suddenly calling her. Nonetheless, she clearly wouldn’t ask so many questions on her own and, maintaining a blank expression, blinked stupidly before swiftly landing beside the priest girl, her head tilted as she looked at Lina with a baffled gaze.

Lina gauged the enemy’s distance once again and nodded to herself. She took out a long oval-shaped small crystal bottle from her pocket and handed it to Ava. The crystal bottle was transparent, revealing a purple-red liquid inside, also clear and bright, giving the impression of blood under the light. Lina stuffed the little bottle into Ava’s hands and bent down to gently stroke the girl’s head, asking, "Do you remember what your sisters told you before?"

"Ah?" Ava responded blankly. "You said a lot, and I’ve stored it in memory, but which are you referring to?"

"Well, let’s rephrase the question," Lina said, scratching her head as if consulting someone in her mind, and finally simplifying her query. "Do you trust us? Our commands come first, no matter the situation, no matter your state, and you will follow them."

"According to logical analysis," Ava stood still for a second and then nodded, "You have no reason to harm me, so I trust."

"Whatever we tell you to do, you must carry out immediately, regardless of your current state," Lina pressed earnestly. "Can you temporarily set that as your top priority command?"

"There’s no need to make it temporary." Ava’s doll-like big eyes blinked in confusion, her gaze filled with bewilderment. "That’s how it’s always been set for me."

"Good, then, drink it," Lina said, pointing at the crystal bottle in Ava’s hand, and then said to Catherine, "Big sister, we’re ready for Tactic No. 11."

"Only an idiot like you could come up with such a tactic," Catherine glanced back at Lina with disdain before taking a deep breath, her back slowly bending as she said in a solemn voice, "I’m ready. We can begin at any time."

"Hehe, that’s great," Lina looked down at Ava again, and it could be seen that after drinking the liquid from the crystal bottle, Ava’s gaze started to become increasingly scattered, and her expression was no longer wooden like before. Instead, there was a touch of madness. The priestess girl patted Ava’s head and, facing her bewildered gaze, suddenly pointed forward and shouted loudly, "Go, kill them."

Thus, the horn for the counterattack was sounded.

In the girls’ tactical design, Tactic No. 11 was not a prudent counterattacking strategy that followed a defense, but rather an offensive confrontational tactic. The core of the tactic was to replace defense with offense when defense proved futile in order to recover from a dangerous situation. This tactic was divided into two parts, with the first being centered on Ava leading a terrifying assault on the enemy.

Of course, Ava at this time wasn’t the usual Ava. She was Ava after having had a drink. Even before entering the forest, in the manor of Marquis Snape in Neville City, everyone had seen Ava’s pathetic alcohol tolerance and the power she wielded when drunk. It could be said that the drunken Ava’s combat power far surpassed her usual sober state and was even comparable to a Demigod, not amplified by an Inherent Psychic Domain. That time, to prevent her from causing too much destruction in the city, Pannis was also beaten black and blue by her and had nearly exhausted all his energy to barely subdue her. Of course, that wasn’t a real fight to the death, and Pannis expended so much effort mainly to avoid injuring her, but even so, it was enough to show how terrifying she was when drunk. Afterward, despite Catherine’s objections, Lina and Freya conspired to secretly give Ava alcohol on several occasions as an experiment. The conclusion of these experiments was that although Ava would fall into a frenzied state, she would not attack the girls and would even follow their commands. As for the first time she tried hard to beat Pannis, heaven knows why.

The frenzied Ava was formidable, and her only weakness seemed to be that she didn’t really know how to defend herself, only how to attack, attack, and attack again. But that wasn’t a big problem. Ava wasn’t fighting alone; by her side were the most solid shield and the timeliest Divine Spell support. With such protection, even if Pannis wished to subdue Ava again, it would probably cost him dearly. Of course, after the frenzy, Ava would fall asleep due to the alcohol and, upon waking up, would forget everything that happened after she drank. Therefore, she could hardly comprehend the specifics of Tactic No. 11, which only left the girls to respond with a bitter smile.

So, at Lina’s command, the artificially created girl with a blurry gaze charged at the enemy as if she had lost her mind — not as if, she basically had lost her reason. Ava at this moment wasn’t advancing by levitating or stepping through the void as usual. Most Triclops would only be able to do that much, and even some of the mightiest could only fly slowly, like the three Archbishops of Danacus. But Ava was now swiftly sprinting through the air, faster than she would be on the ground, passing over the shield formation that made up the enemy’s defense line and flying directly above the bulk of their forces, bursting into a dazzling radiance.

The Commander behind the enemy lines clearly couldn’t comprehend what damned change had occurred. In his intelligence reports, there was never information about a creature that could fly and emit light among the enemy troops. Although Ava had used Light Techniques in previous encounters and had been levitating, that was just levitation, something that could be barely achieved with the help of Mages, not like now, where she shot into his troops like an arrow, creating massive destruction right in the middle of his ranks. Fortunately, when the radiance faded, the Commander realized his forces hadn’t suffered too much damage, as the frenzied Ava didn’t focus her power to attack. She merely released the light’s power within her body indiscriminately, and so, only a few of the Silver Rank Undead Mages at the rear were seriously injured, but they were still able to fight.

"Continue to advance the shield formation; do not stop," commanded the heavily armored Commander in a low voice, "Numbers five and six, direct your ranged shots, force her down. Nine and fourteen, entangle her once she lands. The rest, keep pushing forward."

Behind the shield formation, two ghouls halted their steps. It took them less than a second to nock and shoot their arrows, and within moments, more than a dozen feathered arrows were launched toward the sky, engulfing the space above Ava’s torso and head, leaving her no choice but to land to avoid them.

However, they didn’t know that the girl in the sky at this moment had no understanding of defense. She instinctively knocked away a few potentially fatal arrows, but ignored all other attacks, and from The Third Eye, a deranged surge of destructive energy burst forth, with a continuous, muffled wailing coming from the rear of the enemy’s formation.

They also didn’t know about Catherine’s role in the tactic. Just as the feathered arrows were about to hit Ava in the air, Catherine, armored in scale mail, suddenly rushed to the girl’s side, effortlessly blocking the remaining arrows with her Magicsteel Shield.