The Terrifying Behemoths

April 3rd.

The clock turned back to a day earlier, in Samog City, in the north-central region of the Northern Great Plains.

This royal capital directly under the Sword Plume Clan, one of the five great Tigerkin clans, had already been enormous. Later, under pressure from the humans, this royal city received support from the Beastkin Empire, becoming even more majestic and grand, with greatly enhanced defenses.

At this moment, outside all of Samog City, corpses lay strewn everywhere as far as the eye could see, densely packed and piled atop one another. Broken armor and weapons were scattered across the ground, while the air was thick with the pungent stench of blood, enough to make one retch.

Upon closer inspection, more than half of these corpses were human soldiers. Judging from the lingering auras around them and their bodies, they had all been powerful professionals in life. Yet now, they had long since lost their lives, fallen upon the lands of the Beastkin Empire.

In the distance, Luke sat atop his warhorse, his entire body encased in azure armor. Looking at the scene before him, the pain on his face was beyond words. His bloodshot eyes brimmed with killing intent and hatred, and the overwhelming murderous aura around him seemed capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.

Yesterday, after the Naga and Foxkin royal priesthoods rebelled, the central Beastkin camp no longer had the strength to resist. The remaining hundreds of thousands of beastkin fled in disarray. To expand their gains and further weaken the Beastkin Empire, O'Neal immediately ordered a full-scale pursuit.

As one of the kingdom's top elite legions, the Hurricane Legion had naturally been assigned the most difficult task: pursuing the Behemoth Royal Family's Second and Third Imperial Guard Legions.

Though Luke knew full well how