In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Saint Marian, another dimension.

Lu Mingfei looked around and found that the area was completely empty, and the nearest building was quite a distance away.

This is normal. Legally speaking, the open space within a considerable distance of the main academy of St. Marian belongs to St. Marian.

Because a significant number of students at St. Marian Academy would create magical spirits with enormous sizes, these open spaces were used by them to experiment with these magical spirits.

"Let me see... Hmm, distance measurement, calibration at six thousand meters—well, don't even think about running over there."

"In the name of Lu Mingfei, I summon!"

The arena card in his hand emitted a tremendous radiance, from which a city was born, albeit a shrunken one, the entire open space covering no more than an acre. Within the radiance, two magical spirits emerged from the city, their forms growing larger and larger until they were indistinguishable from ordinary humans.

"At your service, sir!"

One of the two men was a samurai wielding a heavy shield and sword, with a red cross painted on the shield; the other was a lightly armored soldier with a sharp axe strapped to his waist, who was now solemnly saluting.

"Um... Hello." Lu Mingfei greeted them, but seeing that the two looked blank and unresponsive, he knew that they were just ordinary magical spirits, not the intelligent and even will-aware ones that he had personally crafted.

So Lu Mingfei could only sigh and point:

"Go explore, explore in that direction. You are my eyes, you are my hands, you act according to my will... Go."

The magical spirit raised its hand in salute, then rose and left. Lu Mingfei continued summoning other magical spirits while pondering:

Do they even know what they're supposed to do? They clearly don't have much intelligence... Sigh, suddenly I understand the Academy. No wonder they issued such a long list of orders; they really need to issue more commands at this point to maintain their composure...

Even if Lu Mingfei had other thoughts on his mind, it wouldn't affect his summoning—he was already familiar with this process and could do it with his eyes closed.

Before long, Lilith, Luo Tianyi, and the [Melting Gold] buff attached to Luo Tianyi were all summoned. Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then instead of summoning the [Crescent Moon's Sternness] buff he had placed on himself, he summoned a unique unit:

Cherubim

The cherubim had barely appeared when it unleashed its ultimate attack. On the anti-gravity aircraft, the child's body was stimulated by an electric current, followed by a strange fluctuation in Lu Mingfei's mind.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and followed the fluctuations. His will first converged on the magical spirits, focusing on them, then explored the surroundings, forming a three-dimensional map in his mind—

Wait, a map?

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up. Wasn't this just like a real-world RTS game?

Things have finally come to where he excels!

……

"What are all these things...?" Naya Phili, an outstanding student of the Fool's Academy, had already released her falcon and was listening to its 'report' using druidic methods:

"A magical spirit?"

Despite being called magical spirits, these units are far too agile—moving bricks and carving patterns, even ordinary students wouldn't be this skilled.

But if you're saying these are levels operated by staff or teachers themselves... who would create so many levels with people dressed in Catholic-style costumes for Halloween!

After much deliberation, unable to find a solution, Nayafili rubbed her forehead, preparing to take the matter to where she knew best:

"Should we fight?"

No matter what trouble they cause, as long as the instigators are taken down, everything will be fine—this is Naya Phili's understanding of breaking the transmutation technique.

So, after a moment's hesitation, she raised her hand and waved—

"beat!"

The wolves swarmed forward, disrupting the pilgrims' scattered formation. But in the next moment, the Hospitaller Knights, swords in hand, launched a counter-charge, keeping the wolves at bay.

Immediately following were the throwing axes of Sargent's guards. Although the wolf pack supported each other and didn't kill many, they did injure several wolves, slowing their charge.

Finally, there were the fellow knights who climbed onto their horses, picked up their lances, and charged into battle.

But what met the charging knights were not wolves, but a herd of raging bulls—the bulls themselves began to charge from afar, their horns gleaming with a cold light, not merely ordinary sharpness, but the result of some deadly attack.

"So that's all?" Lu Mingfei's expression changed repeatedly. "Using such methods to deal with these pilgrims... isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?"

Although, as the prince said, these pilgrims were all equivalent to level one magical spirits, it was clear that what he didn't mention was:

Even among magical spirits of the same energy level, there are differences in strength. Even though these pilgrims are level one magical spirits, they can only be described as "useless".

To give an example, both are level 2 magical spirits. Miyamoto Musashi is capable of fighting a level 3 magical spirit one-on-one and dealing effective damage. But even if the companion knights among the pilgrims gather enough numbers, all they can do is let the level 3 magical spirit kill them more easily.

Even summoning these counterfeit cards actually requires some additional costs not written on the cards—for example, Lu Mingfei is currently unable to move, the holy power of the City on the Mountain is washing over his body, and once he leaves, the City on the Mountain will immediately explode.

"Well, we don't even need to wait for sulfur and fire..." Lu Mingfei muttered half a complaint, then closed his eyes again.

The good news is that the magic card he exchanged for yesterday, [Chercarnatus], is indeed very useful. Its all-connecting network allows Lu Mingfei to guard the city atop the mountain while simultaneously controlling magical spirits in his mind.

It's not even about simple, crude offensive and skill-based gameplay like in RTS games; it's about extremely precise controls that are given to each player.

With such favorable conditions, Lu Mingfei naturally unleashed his full potential as a top-tier RTS player. His mental state, aided by the Archangel, allowed him to switch screens thirty-two times per second, sometimes overlooking the entire battlefield from a high vantage point, and other times possessing a specific unit to deliver a brilliant strike—

Of course, most of the time is spent exploring and searching for valuable magic circles or relics on the ground.

When it came to the actual confrontation, it made Nayafili quite uncomfortable:

These units dressed in holy-style clothing are clearly fragile; a few wolves could easily tear them apart with a few bites, but they just can't be taken down in a fight.

For every enemy unit that dies, your side must pay an equal price.