As the Mammoth Knight Group launched their charge, the other three Faran Legions outside the city immediately protected the remaining mages within. Under Sloan's personal cover, the Faran mages finally began to unleash their magic.
...
Northernmost Wilderness, Holy Light City.
Boom——, dazzling magic light enveloped the land, countless intense magic fluctuations were released into the air, and numerous Beastman soldiers perished in the fierce magic.
Mud, dust, blood, flesh and bone—the cruelty of war was fully displayed on this battlefield, similar to a meat grinder.
Martin didn't even know how many times they had blocked the Beastman's attack.
Perhaps because they had been suppressed so miserably before, since the beginning of the attack, the Beastman's onslaught had been wave after wave without any pause. In all their attacks, the royals of two large tribes led the charge, completely disregarding their casualties as they surged toward Holy Light City.
