I wanted to be as close as possible to Sejax and Coglin. As long as it is the place where they fought, the Shurima people will not live long. I saw Sejax take down a dozen people with his huge polearms, but didn't find Cogelin. Under the push and impact of the crowd, I quickly lost Sejax.

I shouted his name, but my shouts were drowned out by the battle cry.

Someone hit me, someone pulled me, someone grabbed my face, whether it was an Acacia or a Shurima, I don't know.

A spear stabbed me in the heart, but the tip of the spear slipped through my breastplate and scratched my arm. I remember the sensation of pain, but I don't remember anything else. I chiseled my sword into a screaming face. He fell, and I continued onward, fear and wild euphoria making me fearless. I yelled, swinging my sword like a madman.

Tricks are pointless. I'm just a butcher chopping meat.

I saw people who were stronger than me in martial arts being killed. I kept running, lost in a whirlpool of flesh and bones. As long as it's an exposed neck or back, I'll cut it off. I found cruel pleasure in killing. No matter how it ends today, I will hold my head high in the ranks of warriors. More arrows flew overhead, and our troops began to cheer like hymns of freedom.

The Shurima were scattered.

At first it was just a slave warrior who turned and fled, but his panic soon spread like wildfire, and soon the whole position began to retreat down the hillside.

In the days leading up to this moment, Sejax had told me that the most dangerous moment for a warrior was when the legion was broken. Because this is where the real killing begins.

We tore apart the shattered Shurima, spears piercing their unsuspecting backs, tomahawks splitting skulls. The enemies no longer resisted, but trampled on each other and fled desperately. The bloodshed was horrifying, and hundreds of people were killed in this massacre, but I was deeply intoxicated.

At this time, I saw Sejax again. He stood firmly, his polearm beside him. "Stop," he shouted. "Stop"

I wanted to curse him for his cowardice. We are already in the throes of the Shurima who are fleeing from the desert.

Little did I know at the time that Sejax had actually seen how dangerous our situation was.

"Retreat," he shouted, and everyone else who had seen the same sight as him began to shout along.

At first, our army did not want to listen to him, was obsessed with victory and wanted to rush to the end. We want to kill every enemy and take revenge on those who have taken over our land for hundreds of years.

I didn't see the danger at the time, but I quickly understood.

Screams were heard from the front of the front, and blood spurted into the air. The severed palm flew backwards, spinning like a drifting stone. The corpse followed, being lifted into the air like gravel.

Screams and cries of fear erupted suddenly, and the hymn of freedom came to an abrupt end.

The Celestial warriors entered the battlefield.

Three Celestial warriors rushed into our line; Some walk like humans, others crawl like wild beasts. All of them are equipped with huge weapons that cannot be lifted by humans, and they are unstoppable and invincible. They barged in, killing a dozen people with each swing. The people of Acacia were crushed to pieces by their blades, trampled hard, or torn into bloody strips of cloth.

"Withdraw," Sejax shouted. "Withdraw the walls"

No one could penetrate the armor of the Celestial warriors, and their brutality and bestiality kept me immobile. The spears snapped against their steely skin, and their roaring roar sent my fear deep into my bones. One of them was draped in jagged wings and had a vulture-like beak. It let out a piercing crow and leaped into the air, its claws spewing blue flames. I watched my compatriots burn to ashes, and I could only cry out helplessly.

We had just rejoiced in the illusion of victory and glory, and now all ideas were smashed like glasses. In its place was a premonition of extreme fear and torment, an unimaginable retribution of a cruel tyrant at all extremes.

I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and I subconsciously raised my blood-stained sword.

"Hurry up, Azha," Sejax said as he dragged me back. "The battle isn't over yet"

I was dragged by his strong hand, and I could barely keep up. We withdrew to the place where we had been first arrayed, and I wept silently. Our line was broken and we lost today.

But the Celestial warriors stood among the dead corpses everywhere, and did not even bother to pursue.

"You said we had weapons," I cried. "Why not?"

"They're kicking off," Sejax said. "Look"

What happened next was incomprehensible to me. No mortal has ever seen anything like it.

Several bright lights erupted from the tent. Huge arcs of purple energy tore through the sky and crashed to the ground like giant waves. The force of the impact knocked everyone to the ground. I covered my ears with my hands, and a deafening scream seemed to tear the air apart.

I clung to the war-torn land, and the cries continued to burrow into my skull, as if the whole world was howling in terror. I rolled to my side and retched, feeling sick in my stomach as if I had been stabbed with a knife. The blue sky, which had been fine just a moment ago, has now turned to the color of the bruises. The unnatural twilight took over the sky, and the lingering flickering aftermath was imprinted in the depths of my mind.

Sharp fangs, sharp claws, bloody mouths, omniscient eyes

Such a horrific sight made me sob weakly.

Of all the things that were taken away, this was the only one that I willingly handed over.

The light of the nightmare, the evil and ugly blue-purple, covered the world, overwhelming from top to bottom, and at the same time blooming upwards from below. I got up and slowly looked around, watching the end of the world.

The Shurima all retreated away from the city, frightened by the strange power unleashed by our priest. My enemies are being wiped out, and I know I should celebrate triumph, but this is not a victory that any sane person would celebrate.

This is the end times.

An abyss of purple blood flowed between the Shurima people, and I saw their ivory-skinned generals entangled in whip-like strips of substance. She wields a frenzied blade to save herself, but the power we unleash is unmatched for her. The pulsating shimmer gradually spread throughout her body, enveloping her like an ugly cocoon.

As far as I could see, the same slender strips burst out of the earth all around me, even emerging out of the air, grabbing mortal bodies, men and women alike. I saw a Shurima crawling on the ground with his hands, his body as if dissolved, engulfed by the tentacles of evil energy.

I began to hope, I began to pray that this destruction had been planned a long time ago.