On the plains.
The Chaos Coalition battled the Beastmen across this bloodstained land, bones piled like mountains, heads rolling everywhere.
"Plague, when will the Ugly Beasts disappear? Just how many of them are there—"
The Great Unclean One panted, utterly exhausted.
He swung his rotting Withered Wood, no longer knowing how many lunging Beastmen he had knocked down.
But every time he felled one, another charged in, leaving him scarcely a chance to breathe.
This Great Unclean One had been ordered to attack this Beastman line. He had spent seven rotting cycles and consumed the lives of countless Plague Favorites, yet he still could not push the front forward at all.
The armies of those Ugly Beasts still showed no end in sight, as if they were infinite.
Even more terrifying was the unyielding battle will of the Ugly Beasts. It seemed nothing could make them afraid.
"The God of War's armies are far stronger than we imagined. Plague can hardly corrode them."
The Great Unclean One realized that if this continued, perhaps the entire plague legion would be completely swallowed up.
They might be unable to complete the mission Grandfather had granted them, and would fail in disgrace before these Ugly Beasts.
And not only in this region. On many other fronts, the Chaos Coalition was also facing stubborn resistance from the Beastman armies.
After the early stage of unstoppable plunder, the Beastmen reacted, organizing sturdier defensive lines.
Those Ugly Beasts were savage, strong, fearless, and held their ground to the death, making it difficult for the Chaos Coalition to keep advancing the line. Only the Lord of Hell's armies were faring somewhat better.
Perhaps this was the true reason the God of War favored the Beastmen more. The Ugly Beasts were better suited for him to exert the