Suppressing the opponent with numerical superiority is the basis of military tactics.
Whether it's one riding against thousands or one facing tens of thousands, when faced with the concept of "infinity," they wouldn't even make a splash. Relying on this super-normal concept, one could even ignore conditional restrictions.
Drown the opponent with a tsunami of numbers—it's as simple and brutal as that.
"Die! Die!!"
Izettta raised her hand and blasted off the forelimbs of a quadruped, then casually tossed a "cocktail" bottle onto the face of another quadruped. The beast, screaming, flailed the Guillotine trying to extinguish the flames, and from a distance, it looked like it was performing some strange dance. This bizarre dance lasted only a few seconds before the dancing flames were swallowed by the dark wave of quadrupeds behind it.
Everyone was enduring the same despair and pressure, gradually being pushed back by the wave of black beasts.
The situation was desperate.
