High Heaven, Dusk City.
On the smoke-filled battlefield, artillery fire and battle cries rang out without pause, making the entire city tremble faintly.
Dense volleys of magic missiles swept over ruined walls and exploded across a Giant's body, kicking up clouds of dust, yet inflicting barely perceptible damage.
The Giant roared under the bombardment and charged toward the enemy in great strides, weathering the Fools' concentrated fire. His enormous palms swept out, each slap easily crushing a whole swath of them.
This Giant, who had ventured deep into the enemy position, was soon bombarded to death by countless Fools working together.
Unfortunately, rather than intimidating the enemy, this only inspired them.
The Giant army behind him was emboldened by this warrior's feat. Tens of thousands of Giants let out earthshaking cries, then surged toward the battle line together in orderly strides, heedless of death.
"Attack! Hurry, attack!"
The human commanders in the rear hurriedly gave their orders. Behind the defensive lines, millions of players looked at the approaching enemies and began attacking with all their might.
Under bombardments of magic and Divine Arts of every kind, Giants fell one after another, unleashing another frenzy of slaughter before the defensive lines.
This was already the twenty-sixth charge Dusk City had faced.
They had held off the previous twenty-five with their defensive lines and numerical advantage. This time, however, the Giants' offensive came in wave after wave, with no end in sight no matter how many they killed.
On top of that, after continuous fierce fighting, many players were approaching their limits, both in their characters' condition and their own mental state.
In the end, they failed to hold off this assault. Once the first Giant broke through, it was like a slit cut into a piece of cloth: the Giant forces