Lance stepped forward, entering the city, and the entire city seemed to come alive with agitation in the next moment...
"Waaagh!!!"
"For Hamlet!"
"Fight! Mouth—Teeth!"
...
Amidst the dense buildings of the city, large areas were destroyed, countless creatures twisted from flesh and blood lay down to become piles of meat mountains, corpses everywhere, blood flowing freely, and the overpowering stench had blurred their senses.
The warriors were also covered in blood; though they appeared a bit disheveled, they were not defeated yet. At this moment, their gazes naturally turned towards the other side.
A scrawny but bizarre fellow, like a bamboo pole, his head covered with a human skin cloak, hiding his horrific face.
Though there weren't obvious signs of flesh mutations, the skin exposed bore strange black runes.
He was also quite disheveled, not at all like a cult leader, a powerful Legendary Caster.
