"The runes can't hold much longer! Quick, get back!"
The Blood Beast slammed into the western wall of Mushroom Capital once more. The few remaining runes still functioning made one last struggle, then went out completely.
Without the runes' reinforcement, the wall's bricks shifted out of place and cracked apart in an instant.
Boom—!
An entire section of the wall collapsed from the middle, and shattered stone and dust poured down like a waterfall, swallowing the Puji on top who had not yet managed to withdraw.
After fulfilling its mission, the battered Blood Beast dissolved across the ground.
In the distance, Darean let out a long breath.
Even without any interference, destroying this wall by himself over the course of more than a day had still drained a great deal of his energy.
Fortunately, what remained would be much simpler.
Darean raised his hand, just about to order his eager subordinates to charge in through the breach, but then he suddenly stopped.
His ears twitched slightly, and he looked in puzzlement toward the dust-filled breach. Something was approaching.
The sounds gradually grew clearer.
"Aaaaaah—!"
"Kill me! Anyone, please, just kill me!"
"Mercy— Wuwuwu— I've already repented— Please— Mercy—"
Amid howls filled with agony, the Puji walked out of the billowing smoke and dust, carrying several Blood Clan members who had been strung high up on flagpoles.
After emerging, they lined up neatly to either side and planted the flagpoles outside the blood curtain Darean had raised.
The sight made the Blood Clan members, who had been excited only a moment ago that they had finally cracked open Mushroom Capital's turtle shell, open their eyes wide in fury.
"It's Randall! And Viscount Castor!" Some Blood Scions even recognized the identities of the materials on a few of the flags.
"Damn it,