The battle line completely collapsed, and the despairing Magic Crocodile higher-ups all chose to flee for their lives. The laws of survival in the underground world had taught them that only by staying alive could there be hope!
The chase began anew, and bloody slaughter unfolded across the plains. Blood dyed the earth red, while corpses raised the level of the ground.
As the commander, Hudson immediately withdrew from the battlefield once the overall situation had been decided, standing high in the sky and looking down upon the land.
The brutal battlefield made him frown, and an involuntary sense of disgust rose from deep within him.
If word got out that the continent's greatest general hated war, the various races would certainly refuse to believe it.
In terms of achievements, throughout the history of the Aslant Continent, there were few who could surpass Hudson in the number of enemies slain.
Adding up all his victories, the enemies Hudson had commanded troops to wipe out numbered at least six or seven million.
A hero in the eyes of humanity, a butcher and demon king in the eyes of the other races.
Hudson had always appeared to the outside world as a forceful hawk. The only reason he had not been branded a "war criminal" and turned into a public enemy of the continent was because humanity was currently the dominant power.
Witnessing the cycle of life and death and comprehending the cruelty of war, Hudson's Law of Destiny unknowingly advanced another small step.
Immersed in the ocean of laws, Hudson forgot that he was still on the battlefield and no longer had the attention to spare for changes in the outside world.
Maxim and Beldens stood like two guardian deities, protecting Hudson tightly and forbidding anyone from approaching.
The sudden development