On the ground it was a familiar sight.
Bodies of people, carcasses of red-tailed beasts, debris of mechs and the stench of blood.
The city looked all grand and majestic afar, yet it turned out to be a hollowed sculpture at a closer look. There were splashes of blood over the fair white wall, and the buzzes of flies.
The stench of blood circulating in the air seemed to have grown spiking and choking in Ye Chong's nose.
There were far more deaths in the city compared to the outside. The pilots outside were at least armed to last a few turns from the red-tailed beasts' attack, but these were the ordinary citizens which probably immediately pounced to death. Their uniforms had clarified their identity. They were the non-combat units, the technicians perhaps. Not many golden mechs could be seen around. Instead, the standard models filled up the streets, of different colors yet all unarmed.
