The heavy metal staves came smashing down over their heads. Longswords, daggers, and leather armor alike shattered at once, and along with them, the mercenaries' bones were beaten to pulp. Dozens of mercenaries had their arms and shoulder blades broken, each one howling miserably as they collapsed to the ground, twitching and struggling.
But compared with their companions being ravaged by several ferocious-faced demons and evil ghosts that had appeared from nowhere, these mercenaries were far luckier. After all, their enemies were human soldiers of the Dragon Mountain Empire, while their companions faced the fury of abyssal Demonic Beasts. A mage whose strength was nearly comparable to the Heaven Rank was seized by two dragon-horned demons. Laughing viciously, the two creatures gripped the unlucky man's arms and legs and, with a RIP, tore him in half!
Blood and entrails splattered across the ground. The regiment commander and his daughter had been killed at the very start. Left without command and having swiftly suffered massive losses, the mercenaries wept and cried as they fell to their knees, casting down their weapons and begging to surrender. But a few hot-blooded mercenaries surrendered just a fraction too slowly, and several dwarf warriors who had suddenly burst out of the sewers smashed them into meat patties with a single hammer blow.
Such scenes continuously unfolded throughout the streets and alleys of the Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital. Those wandering performers and members of traveling troupes who had dared attack Dragon Mountain Empire civilians were left bleeding all over the ground beneath the Empire's overwhelmingly violent suppression. In the Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital, a city of several million people, fewer than three thousand civilians were injured today. Meanwhile, nearly fifty thousand mercenaries had been slain, and no one knew how many more had been captured alive