The clash of the million-man army was still a sight more horrifying than one could imagine, no matter how much preparation was done.
Mag sat on the back of the griffin, watching Cthulhu that was standing kilometers away with a serious expression.
The Holy Light pierced through the ravine, causing the entire ravine to be swept clean instantly.
Irina raised her magic caster's staff, her face a little pale, as she asked, "It's not moving. What do we do?"
"We don't move too," Mag said calmly.
The number of deaths and injuries from the allied forces increased rapidly. There were even spots where the defense line was in jeopardy but Mag still did not take any action.
He only had one target: Cthulhu.
This battle would only end when Cthulhu could be suppressed.
Otherwise, even if the Army of the Dead was wiped out, other horrifying things would appear in no time at all.
