The night was dark, the cold wind bit hard, stinging people's cheeks. Dried blood was smeared about like reckless paint, creating a scene of devastating impact.
Inside and outside the Babylonia defensive line, incomplete corpses lay piled atop one another—human bodies and monster bodies alike.
The traces left behind by the previous wave had yet to be cleared away when the fires of war were reignited.
Already exhausted, the Uruk soldiers clutched their spears and shields, huddling together with their comrades. Relying on one another for support, they thrust forward mechanically and numbly.
However, in terms of muscle and endurance, humans were far inferior to creatures like monsters.
Thus, after dozens of rounds of collision and slaughter, the Spartan phalanx they relied upon began to warp and lose shape.
Bang! Bang!
A towering Tri-horned Lion Dragon, nearly two meters tall, folded its wings as it descended and raised its head to smash apart two round shields.
Crack!
Amid the crisp sound of bones breaking, two Uruk soldiers at the end of their strength spat blood as they were sent flying. Their severely wounded, defenseless bodies fell to the left.
Dozens of Uridimmu that had climbed atop the city wall gathered as they ran, drool dripping from their mouths as they let out savage growls.
Humans could consume monster flesh and the essence of spiritual herbs to improve their bloodlines.
Likewise, monsters could devour the divine bloodline inherited from Tiamat's child, Kingu, while preying upon these two-legged sheep.
Natural selection and survival of the fittest—that was how it worked.
What was more, the more humans they successfully preyed upon, the more satisfied their Mother Goddess would be.
Pleasing a god would surely earn them generous rewards!
The two rapidly falling Uruk soldiers desperately tried to twist their bodies and brace their