Upon hearing Fang Senyan’s confidently articulated analysis, Aziz turned, fixing him with an incredulous stare. “She possesses such deep machinations?”

Fang Senyan merely smiled. “These schemes are nothing much. She thought by holding Gorgoth hostage, she had locked down all of us contractors; that if Gorgoth died, we would all perish, giving her absolute impunity. She failed to realize that from this moment on, the reputation of the Glorious Team would be utterly ruined, and who would dare cooperate with them again? In the end, it’s a woman’s perspective—only focused on the immediate, blind to the grand strategy. Hmm…”

Having uttered that last half-sentence, Fang Senyan suddenly noticed a knowing, half-smile on the face looking back at him, and he promptly clamped his mouth shut, daring not to say another word.

Fortunately, at this moment, Gorgoth’s condition remained relatively stable. He was currently roaring curses, spitting foam everywhere in his towering rage, looking thoroughly infuriated. He was guarded by more than a dozen elite Ologs, continuously barking orders to his subordinates to launch flanking assaults from both the left and right sides.

Orcs and Ologs were inherently fearless of death, and Gorgoth’s Olog legions were the vanguard among them. It was common to see Ologs throw themselves forward, violently yanking the Royal Guards off their horses in mutual destruction.

In the frenzied eyes of Gorgoth, he bellowed encouragement for such acts. But for Théoden, his heart was bleeding inwardly; losing even a single one of his Royal Knights, whether man or steed, made replacement exceedingly difficult.

Yet, precisely then, Fang Senyan suddenly looked into the distance. It was visible that the contingent of Orcs responsible for defending Minas Tirith had been routed by the allied cavalry and the combined force formed by the contractors inside the city. They were advancing rapidly, like a dagger thrust, clearly harboring ill intent toward Gorgoth—intending to capture the leader first!

Seeing this scene, Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, “This is an opportunity.”

A flicker, like the flash of a muzzle blast, seemed to ignite in Aziz’s eyes. “You mean? A chance to turn the tables?”

Fang Senyan nodded. “Indeed. A rat hiding in its hole is exceptionally hard to catch. But if it bolts out to seek death on its own, then the defenses of its burrow become dangerously exposed. If we can break through them in one sustained charge, it’s not impossible that we might pivot and counter-attack into Minas Tirith. Don't forget, the element that wins a war is not how many enemies you kill, but capturing the White Tower of Minas Tirith!”

As Fang Senyan spoke, he glanced down at his own hands, inwardly questioning himself: Is it time to unleash the full arsenal? If the war could be concluded here, it would certainly be far more magnificent than his original plan.

The entire Ace Team began its charge according to Fang Senyan's will, surging toward the advancing mixed corps. Aziz had already vanished into the air as if seamlessly. But everyone knew his bullets would arrive exactly on schedule!

With a massive howl from the two-headed Cyclops, Krulut, two boulders weighing several hundred kilograms were hurled viciously into the mass of the enemy. These projectiles were wreathed in roaring flames and magma! Upon impact with the leading Steel Knight, they shattered, spraying debris and shrapnel that engulfed numerous surrounding archers!

The Steel Knight who bore the brunt of the attack was smashed backward five or six paces, his mount collapsing with a long, agonizing cry. The enemy’s mixed legion was advancing in a wedge formation, and Krulut’s two stone shots effectively bit a huge chunk out of the spearhead of that wedge!

But just as this happened, a red dot flashed on Krulut’s chest area, and a moment later, a long-drawn gunshot echoed!

Let the bullets fly!!

It was DH's Let the Bullets Fly! Krulut’s area-of-effect attack was simply too terrifying; he could not refrain from acting.

Krulut’s entire massive frame shuddered violently. He clutched his chest, yet blood continued to flow out. The monstrous beast let out a series of furious roars! Then, in both of his heads’ eyes, a terrifying red light simultaneously blazed: “The Earth Mother will forever watch you! The anger of the Earth Element has already permeated your very soul!”

“The Lord of Lava will eternally curse you; your health shall forever be afflicted by searing heat!”

After chanting these two spells, Krulut collapsed abruptly. His immense body struck the ground, and as if plunging into a swimming pool, the earth around him swiftly liquefied, enveloping him before he sank deep beneath the surface.

The DH who had fired at Krulut from afar suddenly sensed that something was profoundly wrong. He looked closely: where his boots had rested on solid ground, they now seemed inexplicably sunk into mud up to his calves. He managed to pull his legs free with effort, yet when he tried to plant them again, the same thing happened!

This was one of Krulut’s blood curses: The Gaze of the Earth Mother! The afflicted shall never again be supported by the earth’s solid surface; movement speed is permanently reduced by 5%. This curse can only be removed upon returning to the nexus.

Immediately afterward, a wisp of blue smoke began to rise from DH’s hair. He frantically slapped at it, managing to extinguish the flame but ending up quite disheveled. He examined himself and realized he had gained another abnormal status: The Spittle of the Lord of Lava; any part of your body prone to ignition will spontaneously combust at frequent intervals. This curse can also only be removed upon returning to the nexus.

Honestly, these two statuses were incredibly irritating: the first curse destroyed mobility entirely, while the second prevented any chance of proper rest and made hiding extremely perilous.

However, for some unknown reason, DH was suddenly overwhelmed by an intense sense of crisis—and it wasn't due to those two curses. It was an indescribable terror, as if a chilling blade, cold and merciless, had been pressed directly against his heart!!

“How can I feel this way!!? How is this possible when I am surrounded by thousands of troops, under the protection of my own team!”

The only explanation for DH experiencing this sensation was that San Zai had become enraged.

San Zai’s eyes had practically turned crimson following Krulut’s fall!! He had instantly unleashed the formidable ability he had just mastered… The Butterfly Effect!!

In a fit of uncontrollable fury!

The moment The Butterfly Effect was activated, San Zai felt his breath and heartbeat momentarily cease. Between heaven and earth, everything dissolved into black and white—black silhouettes against a stark white backdrop, resembling fixed, rigid shadow play.

And on every silhouette his gaze fell, thick and thin black lines radiated outwards. When he shifted his focus, these lines vanished, appearing only on those currently observed.

According to the explanation of The Butterfly Effect, no one can exist in isolation; every person must interact and communicate with the world to survive. These lines represented that person’s relational network to the world—this line connected their emotions, this line connected their career, this line connected their children, this line connected their parents…

“It’s him.” San Zai locked onto DH, his eyes glowing with a strange light. In this monochrome world only visible to him, DH possessed fewer connecting lines to the world than others, but one particular line was exceptionally thick.

San Zai did not know that this was actually DH’s primary romantic connection line, but he intuitively understood that the thicker the line he severed, the higher the probability of success! A small, seemingly ordinary black-and-white butterfly began to flutter forth, swaying delicately and gracefully. It circled the thickest world-connection line attached to DH’s body several times. The breeze created by its wings, though seemingly slight, caused that line to gradually fade until it vanished into thin air.

This was The Butterfly Effect—using the wings of ignorant desire to fan the flames of life and death.

A mere speck of dust transforms into a peak that scrapes the sky. A single drop of water creates ripples that ultimately become monstrous waves capable of swallowing ships!!!!

The process of San Zai executing The Butterfly Effect seemed agonizingly long, but that was only for him. In the eyes of Fang Senyan and the others, it appeared only as a plain, ordinary butterfly illusion flying out from San Zai.

Following this, San Zai collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted, drenched in cold sweat, dry-heaving and gasping for air. Fang Senyan couldn’t help but ask, “Is Krulut alright?”

San Zai slumped to the ground and gave a wry smile. “At least it wasn't the worst outcome; he’s not dead, but he will certainly enter a long period of hibernation. He probably won't be able to participate in the coming battles. However, that sniper who attacked him just now will definitely pay dearly!”

Fang Senyan’s eyes flashed. “You used it?”

San Zai replied with exhaustion and coldness, “Of course. I want him dead!”

Fang Senyan had recognized DH by now—an old acquaintance from past engagements. But ultimately, neither side owed the other anything from the last bloody conflict; Fang Senyan had even saved DH first. Now, serving different masters, there was no reason to show mercy. For Fang Senyan’s group, Krulut losing combat effectiveness meant their ranged firepower, which had only recently been bolstered by Aziz’s addition, was now a weakness—a loss equivalent to one trained heavy-hitter.

Therefore, just as San Zai stated, both publicly and privately, DH had to die!

“The butterfly has flapped its wings… the hurricane will manifest soon,” San Zai murmured with his eyes closed. “If the enemy frequently descends into crisis, the manifestation of The Butterfly Effect will arrive faster and grow stronger.”