“I really have to thank you.”
Fabiana could only grit her teeth and say thanks to the dummy.
Samimi came out from the city tower and happened to see this scene, hiding to the side and snickering.
But Fabiana couldn’t laugh. A single duel couldn’t change the gap in troop numbers.
“Fabiana, why aren’t you laughing? What’s with that cowardly look? You can’t not laugh. You’re the leader of all of us now. You have to laugh, laugh heartily, understand?”
Samimi suddenly appeared and gave her a scolding right in the face.
“…”
Fabiana was a bit stunned by the reprimand, getting an inexplicable earful for no reason.
“Don’t forget, this is your war, not mine.”
Samimi said.
“I understand.”
Fabiana replied.
“You’d better understand. Don’t let me see that turtle-faced coward look tomorrow.”
Samimi pulled a sour face, vented her feelings, and then left with Niubao and Shalum to go rest.
The other Giant Whale Knights, Knight King, and Fabiana couldn’t go back to their rooms to rest; they had to stay on the wall and continue holding the line.
The three of them—Samimi, Niubao, and Shalum—lived in a converted warehouse next to the training ground, which they had forcibly taken over as a guest room.
There was still a whole day left; they certainly wouldn’t really go rest. Instead, they would continue training. Tomorrow would be the real war.
Even Samimi was a little nervous, and she also needed to digest the combat data she had just obtained.
Samimi was very satisfied with the effect of the Doppelganger. It was a complete transformation—turning into a fully capable independent combat unit.
That was Shalum’s first battle, and after several days of hard adjustments, the effect was already astonishing.
Although operating the Doppelganger was still a bit cumbersome, the reason Shalum was able to so smoothly annihilate her opponent today was because Samimi could hide in the shadows and focus solely on remote control of the Doppelganger. Naturally, the operation became smooth.
If the two of us, master and disciple, attacked together, Shalum wouldn’t have performed so cleverly today; she would have become a blockhead on the spot.
But the long night stretched on, and the scheming Samimi came up with a brand new dirty trick!
Previously, her design was for Shalum to be the backline turret while she herself took the damage up front with a shield—a perfect formation and tactic.
But thinking back now, why shouldn’t I be the backline turret instead?
Let Shalum go to the front line to show off her moves?
Why should my real body charge into battle? Am I stupid?
Shalum’s design had already surpassed her original design concept.
The main thing was that her physical body’s durability had greatly improved. While it couldn’t be called extremely strong, it was at least much tougher than Samimi’s frail real body.
So why should I be the one tanking up front?
Even though my Defensive Magic Shield had been trained to be flawless, what use was that?
Samimi’s most criticized aspect was her lack of offensive capability.
Without activating her Domain, she basically had no powerful offensive means.
Even when her Domain was activated, it was a stationary position spell that couldn’t move, lacking pursuit ability.
What Samimi wanted was a powerful offensive spell that could charge while moving.
And Shalum was Samimi’s most flexible offensive spell—absolutely original, impossible for anyone to copy.
No kidding!
Inside Shalum’s body was a unique remote-controlled heart. The world probably didn’t have a second one of these special [Remote Amplification Magic Items]. Who could copy that?
Back to the original question: now let’s swap roles. Let Battle Priestess Shalum fight, while the Archbishop’s real body hides in the shadows to charge up. That’s the correct way to use the Doppelganger.
“Whoosh—”
Little Niubao, after watching Shalum’s battle, gained a new insight.
She stood blankly under the big pine tree, and surprisingly, she started meditating while standing, developing brand new combat skills in her mind.
Niubao had now constructed a mental combat space in her brain.
This kind of ability was entirely feasible in this world.
Those little girls from the School of Healing could perform mental connections and spar with spells inside their minds.
But Niubao was far more impressive; she could construct a mental space all by herself, and even fight left hand against right hand, developing brand new combat techniques.
Her main trigger was that she had sparred a few rounds with the West Coast Fighting God, which benefited Niubao greatly. Every day she simulated the fight with the Fighting God in her mind.
Then today, seeing Shalum’s Flame Ghost Claw instantly kill an enemy gave Niubao an entirely new line of thought.
That was that she should start training hard in close-quarters combat. She should temporarily set aside her twin swords and start fighting with her fists.
Because Niubao felt that her swordsmanship had hit a bottleneck.
Her Double Sword Sliding Slash had been honed to perfection; training further wouldn’t bring any progress, only wasting time.
So the best path was to betray the twin swords and start training a second skill tree.
What suited her best now was definitely to change class to a [Brawler].
And because Niubao had the Ruby Ring, in theory she could freely switch between classes, alternating between swordswoman and brawler, enriching her repertoire of moves like this. Only then could she become stronger.
Switching weapons no longer satisfied Niubao’s needs; she had now directly evolved into class switching.
The most essential point here was [Class Switching], which would turn Niubao, who originally only had one simple combo, into a true battle master.
But let’s set that aside for now; we’ll discuss it in detail when she pulls off a brilliant performance.
Anyway, this silly Niubao doesn’t understand the noble power struggles you all talk about. I only know that there’s a big battle tomorrow, and I only know that I have to kill all the enemies.
“Niubao, do you have any swords in your storage warehouse? Lend one to Shalum.”
Samimi came over and asked.
“I can lend the Paladin Sword to Miss Clone. Lately I’ve been using the Snake Abyss Sword paired with the Demon Knives, so the Paladin Sword is temporarily unused.”
Minobao replied.
“Thanks, Niubao. Get some sleep early. Tomorrow, try hard to rack up kills. And don’t call her Miss Clone anymore; it’s too suspicious. She’s Shalum now.”
Samimi was making a dark joke again.
“Lady Samimi, then what should I call you in front of outsiders?”
Minobao asked.
“Just like when we first started out in Sweet Melon Town, call me Nun.”
Samimi smiled.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been home. I wonder how Sweet Melon Town is doing?”
Minobao fell into a sweet memory.
“When you have time, go home and take a look.”
Samimi agreed.
At the same time, Fabiana, standing on the city wall to catch the wind, was thinking about the same thing.
Because she too had lived in the Sweet Melon Town church for a while.
She only remembered that back then, she bickered and argued with Samimi every day, racking her brains to trick her into rejoining the group.
Back then, she was full of energy, youth was infinitely beautiful.
Although thinking back now it’s a bit embarrassing—considered her dark history.
Fabiana looked at the distant Count Perry’s barracks, her eyes gradually turning cold.
And now, everything had changed.
The former self could never come back.
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