In ancient times, the Black Meat Mountain had been painstakingly created by the Ancient Ones.
At the final moment of the London Game, it had served as a containment vessel, shielding everyone from the risks brought by cross-dimensional travel and successfully returning them all to their original world.
It had taken firm root in the wasteland where London had once stood.
Having undergone dimensional transportation, the Meat Mountain had merely lost several huge chunks of flesh. Some areas had been scraped flat and scorched, but its overall structure showed no signs of loosening.
However.
The Human Expeditionary Force still felt rather miserable inside the Meat Mountain.
This was the ultimate nest of the Shoggoth Clan. Only the domains spread by several commanders kept out the utterly foul contamination, while also preventing deadly plagues from invading.
As the Meat Mountain fully rooted itself in the earth, everyone gradually adapted to the discomfort caused by dimensional migration.
The Expeditionary Force immediately evacuated. Some knights had already sought out the mages of the Witch God Knight Order, asking them to create clean water to wash away the unbearable stench clinging to their bodies. Proliferating Tissue resembling clusters of eyeballs had even appeared on some knights' skin.
The five commanders also gathered at this moment.
There was little joy from victory. Even Malone, usually so cheerful, could not force out a smile.
The Great Demon Commander had returned to his normal human form, his gelatinous face splitting open to reveal a mouth.
"The casualty count is still being compiled... The situation does not look optimistic.
The Choice made when the enemy forces descended at the end dealt us devastating losses. At least thirty percent of the knights were swallowed by the explosion.
Feto Walton, the Shield of the Holy Knight Order, encountered a King-class