"Awooo—"
After snapping a civilian's neck and voraciously crushing a skull, a man—a vile creature covered in whiskers—let out a contented howl, frantically savoring the brain tissue within.
As the food slid down his throat, the thick beard on his face immediately fell off, revealing a smooth and resolute jawline underneath.
"Plop."
Indifferently throwing away the "empty shell," the vile male creature cackled as he flexed his muscles a few times, then charged towards another panicked, fleeing human, continuing his massacre.
In just half a minute, the scene was littered with tens of thousands of spectators, gruesomely injured or dead.
"This is your human monstrosity!" The centaur Team Leader, who had cautiously landed while clutching the Alliance Manager's thigh, flicked his gaze about, "What on earth is going on with so many of them?"
