A brutal massacre, steeped in raw savagery, unfolded within Night Eye.
Blood-Derived creatures from every direction, having heard news of the Evil God's invasion, kept converging here in ever-growing numbers. They even stirred the other temple organizations of the Three Nations Alliance.
"What should we do when the time comes?"
A young Blood-Derived, not even five years old, asked an elder from the same Blood Nest tribe.
After learning that the Fallen Temple was here, fighting desperately against the human invaders and their Evil God, the hundreds of Blood-Derived of all ages in this Blood-Derived Mother Nest had been organized and sent to the front lines. Faced with a crisis that threatened the survival of their entire race, every last one of them had been called to arms, regardless of age or infirmity.
"Kill every invader. We have no way back."
The elderly Blood-Derived's voice was heavy.
It could still recall the many stories of human wickedness that the older generation of Blood-Derived had told when it was young.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Dull, heavy sounds came from the end of the blood-mist-shrouded path.
The young Blood-Derived knew they were nearing the battlefield, but the elders recognized the frequency of biochemical plasma cannons in those rumbling sounds.
Unlike the genetic bioweapons secretly developed by the Silver Lamp Masters,
the so-called biochemical plasma cannon had been developed by Blood-Derived painters during the age of the Fear Scorpion Mother's pantheon. It was a long-range projectile weapon designed to counter the Holy See's Magic Crystal Cannons.
Because of its specialized technology, it had been exceedingly rare ever since its development. This unwieldy tactical weapon was only used in large-scale wars.
"Quick! Hurry up! Pick up the pace!"
At the urgent, anxious shouts, the Blood-Derived crossing the dense forest picked up speed, leaping from