Island Country Front!!
Within the blood-red battle line, grotesque monsters roared as they assaulted Island Country's defenses. These monsters came in all shapes and sizes.
The only thing they had in common was the boundless Lust and Greed in their eyes as they looked toward Island Country's defensive line.
Monsters were not Demons.
Demons were chaotic and disorderly, filled with endless Destruction. Only certain Demons possessed particular traits that set them apart.
But monsters were basically beings filled with Slaanesh.
Goblins were the most typical example, as well as the lowest-grade monsters. On this battlefield, they were extremely unfriendly toward female beings.
Whether they were lords, troops, or even nonhuman female creatures, none were safe from them.
After all, Goblins were not picky. As long as there was something, they would take it.
A group of ordinary people who had just entered the battlefield—or rather, genetic evolvers—had been dragged here by Island Country as cannon fodder.
They were not lords. Lords could summon troops and hide somewhere safe, but they could not.
What were they, then?
They were the kind who got told, "Here's a sword, here's a shield. Great, now go fight the Fire King!"
They were like people who had just left the beginner village with only basic skills, only to find a major boss blocking the entrance—while the beginner village refused to let them go back inside.
The men and women watched the terrifying monsters with pale faces. The women in particular were filled with endless terror.
Though they had been injected with Genetic Potions, they were still ordinary people. Their combat experience was completely nonexistent.
It was not just them. Unless a lord reached God Level, their combat experience was basically zero. Lords were wheelchair-class professions.
Before God Level, their troops did all the fighting.
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