Chapter 65: Lone Wolf
Night had fallen. The sun had completely sunk beyond the horizon, and darkness blanketed the city streets along the French coast like black fog.
Bang—
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The defensive line on the frontmost beach had long since collapsed. The unceasing artillery fire and gunshots covered the entire area within a dozen or so miles.
The Allied forces of the three nations pressed their attack, while the German Soldiers fought desperately to hold them back. The two sides were tangled in chaos, with fierce exchanges of gunfire and artillery flashing continuously through the night, illuminating a hellish scene of bloodshed across the ground.
Countless corpses and mangled remains carpeted the ground. Broken helmets, empty magazines and guns, and spent shell casings lay scattered everywhere. Blood dripped and flowed together, as if a rain of blood had fallen.
Yet the war was not over. It had only just begun.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night filled with slaughter and gunpowder smoke, an unprecedented battle the people of great nations would be unwilling to recall in the years to come.
At the edge of the city streets.
"Demon! He's a demon!"
"Retreat! Everyone fall back!!"
Unlike the stalemates between soldiers on both sides elsewhere on the battlefield, the situation here was completely one-sided. More than a dozen well-armed German Soldiers fled for their lives, their faces pale with terror.
Not far behind them, within the darkness of a street alley, a tall, muscular humanoid monster slowly followed with a blood-dripping one-handed sword in hand.
The humanoid monster seemed to be covered in a dark outer layer of hardened membrane. Its perfect muscular contours flowed smoothly beneath it, and without the flashes of artillery fire, it would have blended into the night.
Scarlet, narrow eyes, savage fangs, and a