At this moment, outside the Gray King's territory.
Countless subhuman races or what you could call alien races are wielding weapons suited to their physique, combating the Gray King's troops before them.
The strengths of both sides are equal, each suffering losses without any one-sided situation emerging. Judging by their conditions, this scene seems to have persisted for quite some time.
The Gray King's troops, although wearing finely crafted armor, offer glimpses through the crevices of their armor and helmets, where the individuals inside are not all adult males.
There are various women, elderly, and children among them, attacking the alien races before them in manners unfitting their own behaviors.
"Those damned mutes, they're here again." A burly, muscled one-eyed man said.
Beside him, another person of the same race responded, "Alright, stop complaining, and focus."
After speaking, he fell silent, continuing to swing his weapon in attacks or defense.
