With excited roars, the Beastman Warriors surged through the breach in the gate and into Kolon City, as if they had just spotted a magnificent feast.
To them, this was a true Gift of the War God, a chance to increase their power.
After all, High Cliff Castle's elite Berserker unit had only two members so far, both incredibly rare. They would often show off their Berserk state—which looked as awkward as holding in a shit—in front of the other Barbarians, making the rest of them green with envy.
Now, every single one of them was chomping at the bit, eager to kill more enemies and ascend to the rank of Berserker.
This eagerness spelled immense suffering for the Mercenaries they faced.
Facing the enemy's spear formation, the Barbarians sneered and drew the Fine Steel Javelins from their backs.
No orders were given, no signals were shouted, yet they moved as one. The next moment, countless Fine Steel Javelins flew through the air in unison, blotting out the sky.
