Chapter 80

Captain Valentin spoke from the heart.

He himself was a soldier, and even a commander of a fleet.

He was all too aware of how important a good soldier was to a commander.

He knew that Gongsun Murong was not a regular soldier, and no one would use him as one.

However, in the battle just now, Gongsun Murong displayed the professional qualities of a soldier.

Obedience, cooperation, flexibility, and intelligence.

If all his subordinates were like Gongsun Murong, even if they weren't as powerful as him, he would be much more at ease.

He wouldn't need to command every single person; commanding just one squad would be enough.

He believed that the soldiers would arrange other small tactics themselves.

Harold wasn't quite sure what he was thinking.

Harold now felt ashamed, thinking that his own abilities were lacking, and he even suspected that others would seize power. Was he still a member of the royal family?

If other members of the royal family found out, he would have no face to show himself.

With his mindset corrected, he said to Valentin, "I'll give it another try. If it doesn't work, I won't stay as the team leader. Why not let someone more capable step up?"

"No, no, no. Gongsun Murong won't directly step up. Even if you don't command well, you still need to be the team leader to cover for him," Valentin shook his head and told Harold.

Harold felt even more helpless. He understood that Valentin meant to let Gongsun Murong take command at a critical moment to catch the enemy off guard.

It was a kind of sacrifice, and sometimes members of the royal family had to sacrifice everything.

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When Valentin came out of Harold's room, Harold followed him.

He took the initiative to go to each team member and admit his command mistakes.

He expressed his desire to lead the team through two more live battles to improve their coordination.

He asked Gongsun Murong to be his deputy, who could take over in critical moments.

The team members' emotions stabilized.

Gongsun Murong, however, came directly to Harold, looked into his eyes, and said sincerely, "When the opportunity comes, watch how Nalasha commands."

"Okay," Harold agreed, though he didn't quite understand what it meant.

The other older team members, however, felt uncomfortable.

Their own battles weren't good, but were the children any better?

Even if there were a few geniuses among them, they wouldn't be at a disadvantage in battle. But did children understand command?

Even Miles, another royal member, might not be able to do it, let alone a younger girl.

While many held doubts, the fleet finally found another group of sea beasts, the same coral-legged clams.

It was almost a coincidence.

Below was still a large area of coral reefs, where the coral-legged clams lived.

The children took deep breaths and tried to relax.

Nalasha was giving a pre-battle pep talk: "Remember what we practiced in the capital. Use it now, no matter where you are or what danger you face, follow orders.

If anyone doesn't, not only will I not give them good things to eat, I'll never play with them again and kick them out of the team.

Do as I say, no matter what, and don't retreat from any challenge.

Believe in yourself, believe in your teammates, and believe in me as your captain.

Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The children responded with high morale, standing tall and straight.

Just this opening was far superior to the older group.

To those who didn't know the situation, it might seem like a group of cute babies, but even the older team members couldn't guarantee they could steadily win against any one of them.

Thirty such children on the battlefield would be unstoppable by any thousand-strong army from any country.

If not an elite corps, a regular corps wouldn't last five minutes, even including the time to retreat.

These were thirty children selected from nearly two billion children of the same age in the empire.

Many crew members came out to watch the children, imagining having such a child in the future, even if just a little less capable.

"Ready," Nalasha said again, and nine magical items appeared beside her, resembling key-pressing sound devices.

"Can you tell me what these are?" Captain Valentin asked curiously.

"A kind of keyboard sound device. Press a key, and it makes the sound of that key. I had them made specifically. Each key makes a different sound, high-pitched, male, female, etc., and each press produces a sound," Nalasha explained.

"Function?" Harold followed up.

"You'll see in a moment. Get off the ship and form the formation," Nalasha said and flew out first.

The other children followed, and under everyone's watch, they instantly formed seven groups of four, with Nalasha and Lucia as the extra two.

They stood separately.

The seven groups spread out, each with one warrior, giving a very coincidental feeling.

The formation consisted of seven warriors and twenty-three mages.

Many thought, "Is this just a game the children put together?"

What was most amusing was the shape of the groups. It wasn't rectangular, square, or even trapezoidal.

From a certain angle, it looked like a spoon, with Lucia standing at the front of one side of the spoon.

If Nalasha didn't join the formation, she was clearly a free agent.

"What is this? An array? Hahaha, a children's array? Interesting," an older team member couldn't help but laugh and comment.

As soon as he finished speaking,

The entire spoon began to advance, first releasing a group attack spell, killing a large number of coral-legged clams, then colliding.

This was when Nalasha and the nine magical items she carried began to speak.

"1b"

"2b"

"16c"

"9d"

"22a"

"11f"

"..."

"..."

The nine items and Nalasha quickly spat out a series of numbers and letters.

The other twenty-nine children all took action.

Some released battle aura, some cast large individual fire spells, some used group ice attacks, and some used earth defense.

"1a"

"2j"

"30q"

"..."

"..."

Another series of numbers was called out.

Nalasha had already cast six group support spells.

Then the coral-legged clams began to die in large numbers, unable to surround them by sheer numbers.

As Nalasha continued to call out numbers, the children used different techniques.

Some helped others defend, some provided group cover, some targeted a higher-level beast, and so on.

The people on the ten ships were stunned.

They felt that it wasn't thirty children fighting, but one person split into thirty individuals.

So many beasts were killed, yet not a single child was injured, not even restrained by the beasts.

The children always released appropriate attacks at the right time and provided solid defense when needed.

As more and more beasts gathered, even the intelligent ones began to attack in various ways to find weaknesses in Nalasha's team.

Nalasha spoke again: "Tianquan connects to Tianzhu, Yaoguang swings its tail to Tianji."

Thus, before the beasts could test the formation, the spoon's mouth began to close, and the handle swung rapidly toward the bottom, deforming the spoon.

During this, the other nine magical items and Nalasha continued to call out numbers and letters.

"22s"

"14o"

"19k"

"..."

As the spoon's mouth closed, other children specifically launched long-range attacks, with twelve attacks landing on the path where the mouth was closing.

This cleared the line of beasts.

Similarly, as the handle moved, ten attacks landed on that path, clearing the beasts.

Thus, the scene was surrounded on two planes, with a large group of beasts in the middle.

As the numbers continued to be called out, countless spells fell, and the warriors turned to help defend against attacks from behind.

The beasts in the two surrounded areas were all killed in less than two seconds.

"Tianzhu extends outward, Yaoguang returns to position, Tianquan sinks, Tianji rises," Nalasha's unique voice rang out again, and with the other magical items, the spoon transformed into a half-flattened shape.

But this move perfectly avoided a large group attack organized by the beasts.

The battle continued below.

But the people on the ships, except for Gongsun Murong, were almost driven mad.

They looked at Nalasha, who was issuing commands, and couldn't think of any words to describe their feelings or praise her.

She stood in the air, her white dress fluttering, her long hair flying, her arms outstretched, and her eyes closed in peace.

Valentin's eyes widened, almost popping out.

His heart beat faster, and his face turned red from the excitement.

He shouted in his heart, "Genius, absolute genius."

She was a typical battlefield situation control and command talent.

She used numbers and letters, combined with the other nine magical items, to command each person.

As for why numbers and letters were used instead of names and attack names,

It was obvious. Harold had tried using names and attack names before, but it was too slow to keep up with the changing battlefield.

Unexpectedly, this little girl not only had high personal strength but was also a command talent, or even a genius.

Many generals couldn't achieve this level, and they were all genius-level control-type generals. Ordinary generals didn't count, as they were on a different level.

What a treasure, this was a real treasure. No wonder Gongsun Murong had asked Harold to learn from Nalasha's command.

It turned out Gongsun Murong had known early on that his sister was extraordinary.

They belonged to the empire and were willing to represent the empire.

Was it the gods watching over the empire?

Just as Valentin was thinking wildly, a loud cry came from the ship's cabin.

Valentin immediately collected his thoughts and focused, seeing a giant beast appear, the same level as the one Harold and the others had encountered.

He was about to give an order when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Gongsun Murong shaking his head slightly.

Then, below, Nalasha shouted, "Polaris in the sky, the stars shift."

Lucia, an eighth-level grand mage, unleashed her full power and flew up in a flash.