Under the illumination of moonlight, the plains were dyed the color of a blood moon. Surrounding the half-beastman boy dressed in a black military uniform, lay objects even redder than the moonlight, their overwhelming stench of blood and gore so strong not even the evening breeze could disperse it, directly assaulting the nostrils of those present.
The piercing sound of gunshots woke the camp. In less than 3 minutes, 300 heavy infantrymen under the direct command of the Crown Prince were fully prepared for battle, surrounding Kaspar tightly. Having witnessed the death of their comrades, hundreds of pairs of eyes, almost shooting fire, angrily stared at the boy.
Despite their desire to rush forward and tear apart the half-beastman boy who wore black skin, had an ugly metal box in his hand, and carried two strange objects that looked like hammers on his back, no one dared to act rashly before the officer's order.
