"Great Beast God, glory belongs to you!"
Accompanied by rough, savage howls, a golden-maned lionman over ten meters tall raised a human head high into the air. The head belonged to a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, thick blood dripping steadily from it. The golden-maned lionman had severed his neck with a single axe blow. His body lay on the ground below, clad in a powerful suit of armor that shimmered with flowing light, its quality nearly reaching that of a divine artifact.
The golden-maned lionman pulled up the mithril flagpole planted beside the blond man. He casually bent the priceless pole, as thick as a bowl's rim, and tucked it into his belt. Then he roughly tore down the Flame Penitence Banner fluttering from it, hurled it viciously to the ground, and stomped down hard upon it.
Across the muddy earth, the corpses of three hundred thousand elite Order of Penitent Knights soldiers lay strewn everywhere. Their bodies extended eastward from a great river, carpeting the ground all the way to the foot of a mountain three hundred li away. Countless Gnomes, gray dwarves, and other foreign races' vassal slaves bustled across the battlefield, stripping these penitent knights of their armor and clothing, pulling off their boots, even leaving them utterly bare of underwear and socks.
With sharp war sabers, longswords, or simply mining shovels and kitchen cleavers, these foreign slaves beamed as they swung their weapons and chopped off the heads of every fallen penitent knight. They then piled the heads into pyramids a hundred meters high.
The high priests and shamans of beastman races whose intelligence surpassed that of humans—foxmen, wolfmen, catmen, and the like—leapt about in delight. Dancing around the pyramids of heads, they joyfully chanted all manner of strange incantations. Visible