If one looked down from the heavens, New Spring in the darkness seemed to have become nothing but molds and iron casts.
A hand that controlled all things rose, scooped up a ladle of Molten Iron, and poured it over the mortal world. Then, a red-hot tide of Destruction spread through the streets in every direction.
Everything in its path was trampled, pierced through, and hacked apart into pulp.
Like the flames of hell, it burned to ashes all things.
The first to bear the brunt were the few merfolk in the middle of the main road, crazily devouring flesh and blood!
The Colossal creatures, over ten meters tall, screamed as they feasted freely on flesh, only to be swallowed by the thunderous clatter of iron-shod hooves. Amid the shaking earth and sky, iron cavalry advanced like a tsunami!
Within the Blood Plasma, the huge merfolk, half its body dyed red, suddenly raised its head. Its amber vertical pupil fixed itself on the knights as it opened its mouth in a roar. Not only its fins and gills—scales all over the body spread open amid its Screams, expanding and swelling.
As if in warning.
But the tsunami remained indifferent, utterly unmoved, and simply pressed onward.
At once, the three long-tailed merfolk reared upright, their claws and fangs grotesque. The one at the front stretched its four empty arms toward mid-air. In the blink of an eye, endless moisture gathered, forming countless hovering Sharp blades that shot forth like a torrential downpour.
Everything in their path, even the walls and ground, was sliced apart, pierced through, and shattered into fragments. Under the Blessing of the Waste Ruins, even water blades displayed an edge no less keen than steel.
The one on the right violently lashed out with its long tail, Stirring