Inside One-Line Sky, more than two thousand Sun Tribe warriors were locked in fierce combat with nearly three thousand Zerg.
The Sun Tribe warriors ranked second among the five tribes in frontal combat strength. First were the Savage Eaters of the Hasaro Tribe.
"Ba-gu!"
A neat roar echoed from inside One-Line Sky. The Sun Tribe warriors stood in a line, most of them wielding wooden spears whose tips were wrapped in layers of black metal.
Flames clung to the wooden spears, and the metal tips glowed red-hot. Compared with these spear-wielding Sun Tribe warriors, those using strange weapons were even more troublesome. Their weapons were crudely crafted straight blades with barbs at the tips.
These weapons looked difficult to use, but they had been specially forged to deal with the Zerg. The sawtoothed blades could more easily pierce insect carapaces, while the barbs on the tips could hook onto the Zerg's armored legs, spines, and the like.
Putes didn't care how strong the Sun Tribe warriors were. The orders they had received were simple: kill every enemy.
Dozens of Sun Tribe warriors stood in a line inside One-Line Sky. Their arms bent as their chests swelled, and the fiery markings on them began to shine intensely.
Whoosh!
A wave of flames surged out, nearly filling half of One-Line Sky. The large swarm of Zerg ahead was scorched by the intense heat, their carapaces popping apart with crackles.
When the flames receded, piles of Putes lay across the ground. Some of the half-roasted Putes twitched their armored legs, like charred spiders.
The dozens of Sun Tribe warriors who had unleashed the flames sat on the ground as if utterly drained. The other warriors helped them up and escorted them to the rear of the battle line.
A whimpering sound came from