The vanguard wave of the Holy Race had numbers exceeding the imagination of the people in the city, causing them to be filled with despair.
"It's over, we cannot win… We're doomed!!! We're going to be killed!! It's over!!"
'We're so dead, this time, we're are going to become food for the Holy Race!!"
"..."
The soldiers looked to the sky in horror, seeing the dense numbers of flying soldiers. Their expressions turned ashen, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and were filled with terror. Many of them had just been trained for a short time, and their fighting morale was not high. Faced with such a scenario, they fell into despair easily.
Standing atop the wall, Annie looked at the number of soldiers covering the skies, her brows furrowed, "There are too many enemies. It'll be difficult for me to deal with all of them!"
