At the summit of Blood Mountain.
The Beast King, draped in a white robe, gazed down at the foot of the mountain, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a faint smile.
An entirely unsurprising outcome.
Those old fossils had fallen too far for too long.
They clung to relics from the Prosperous Era, immersed in dreams woven by the remnants of the old civilization, yet they had forgotten that this was no peaceful pre-war age of song and dance. This was a wasteland where people ate raw flesh and drank blood.
As long as they completely cast aside their principles and fantasies, abandoning everything that could be abandoned, then even against the encirclement of that rotten old civilization, they, the young ones, might not be without a chance to fight.
The Alliance was a nuisance, but nothing more.
They had not abandoned enough. They were not brave enough.
At the very least, they could not compare to him, who had given up being human.
Just then, a deep voice entered his sea of consciousness, like a hum rising from the depths of the earth.
"Those people have retreated."
The Beast King nodded and replied softly.
"I saw."
"They took the information from the cave. My existence has probably been exposed." There was a trace of hesitation in that heavy voice, as though it were worried about something.
The Beast King raised an eyebrow with interest.
"Are you afraid?"
"No." The voice paused for a long while before slowly continuing. "But I smelled a hateful presence."
"That guy is getting closer and closer to us."
At noon, the Alpha Mobile Task Force issued the order to retreat, pulling back the two companies fighting on Blood Mountain.
The Academy had deployed three hundred individual combat drones in total, but