Sunshine

Though they numbered in the tens of millions, I would still go.

Arrows slick with fire oil wove a canopy of black smoke across the sky, their air-rending whistles joining into one continuous roar. Dust billowed as countless soldiers charged after the banners. Those in the rear saw only the men ahead shouting and howling, weapons flailing wildly, blood spraying, the two sides interlocking like dogs' teeth as a chaotic melee began...

Spears snapped, shields shattered, and they simply picked up whatever weapons lay nearby to keep destroying the enemy's bodies.

As the two armies collided, figures constantly fell along the front line, while those behind trampled over corpses and pressed onward...

Their ears clearly caught the clash of weapons, the pounding against shields, and the scalp-prickling sound of flesh being sliced open. So long as those who fell still had a breath left, they would cling tightly to zombies and demons until they were hacked to death or trampled dead.

There was only madness on a cruel battlefield. Without madness, there was no survival.

The Snake Demon Army strove to maintain orderly lines, neither pushing too far inward nor allowing their defenses to break. The cold and indifferent Snake Demon Soldiers swung their weapons, hacking and stabbing, while demon soldiers constantly fell after being pierced by sharp blades...

A newly promoted iron-blooded commander swung his saber and severed a zombie's head, when he suddenly heard a muffled howl!

"Watch out for the Butcher..."

The soldier's shout cut off abruptly. The young commander, whose helmet had been split with a crack, turned his head.

The sight of that monster left him speechless and troubled. The Butcher did not refer to an executioner, but to a kind of towering, powerfully built zombie. During sieges, those things hammered city gates until they