Those words instantly set every member of Dragon Soaring Dynasty's blood on fire.
"Fuck! The guild leader's right!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands, their chief Berserker, was the first to answer. He hefted his massive axe, licked his cracked lips, and his eyes turned red with excitement.
"So what if there are a lot of monsters? Kill one and I break even. Kill two and I come out way ahead!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Let these North American hicks see what Yan Country fighters can fucking do!"
After a brief spell of chaos, Yan Country's top guild quickly showed just how formidable its discipline in battle was.
Dragon Soaring World didn't need to say another word.
"Follow my orders! First and Second Groups, push forward! Hold that line!"
"Third and Fourth Groups, blanket fire! Three-hundred-meter fan-shaped area straight ahead! Hit everything!"
"Fifth and Sixth Groups, all assassins and rogues, spread out along the flanks! Find their ranged units and commanders!"
"Healers, watch your mana! Keep the Main Tanks alive first!"
The group leaders had their tactics in place within moments.
The next second, a deadly web of arrows and magic descended on the Fallen Ones, who had only just noticed them!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds of Fallen Ones at the front were instantly torn apart by the raging spells. Green blood and severed limbs sprayed everywhere.
But the Fallen Ones had no fear of death. The monsters behind them trampled over their comrades' corpses, shrieking even louder as they charged Dragon Soaring Dynasty's position.
"Roar—!"
A Giant Fallen One stood out from the horde. It was over five meters tall, with pustules covering its entire body.
Like a heavy truck careening out of control, it thundered straight into the Shield Wall Dragon Soaring Dynasty had just formed!
"Hold it!!"
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