"Rumble..."
The thunderous roar of the Magic Crystal Cannons continued without pause. The unified salvo had become five rotating bombardment teams, creating uninterrupted fire coverage over the area.
The continuous artillery barrage utterly extinguished any thought of counterattacking among the Giant Centipede high command. They had Magic Crystal Cannons for long-range strikes and Magic Crossbows for close-range attacks.
This narrow stretch of ground was almost completely covered by enemy firepower. No matter how many centipede lives they threw in, it would never be enough.
In the eyes of many centipede officers, this was no longer a war, but a one-sided massacre.
Though deeply unwilling, their bodies honestly chose to flee.
Faster, run faster!
Reason told them that all they needed to do was escape the range of the enemy's Magic Crystal Cannons.
As for everything else, they could consider it slowly after escaping the threat of death.
For now, there was only one thing to do: get away from the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Once the army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain.
The moment the first Centipede Soldier chose to flee, the rout began. The Centipede King's departure pushed the rush for survival to its peak.
Everyone was running for their lives. The Supervision Team ran even faster than the soldiers who had actually fought.
An hour ago, there had still been an army of three hundred thousand in the camp. In the blink of an eye, only a group of wounded soldiers remained, wailing without end.
"Cavalry, attack! Hunt down the remaining enemy!"
With Hudson's command, the prepared cavalry surged forth like a tide and began their harvest.
There was no mercy on a racial battlefield. A Centipede Soldier with broken legs wailed on the ground, but what awaited him was not sympathy, only a cold