Blood-colored clouds weighed down heavily from above, locking the dazzling sunlight out of the monster purgatory.

The air above the boundless soil was filled with the strong smell of blood.

For humans who set foot in this place, just one breath is enough to make their stomachs tumble and their minds go into chaos.

The corpses of countless monsters were piled up into hills, and their scattered corpses covered the barren land.

Countless subhumans in animal masks stood on top of the monster corpses.

They licked their paws, or the daggers they held in their hands, their bodies prostrate with their tails raised high, and their eyes glinted with frenzy.

There are also subhumans who collect materials from the dead monsters and play with them in their bags or hands.

The various colors blended together and turned into a sticky black that flowed slowly across the earth.

With sticky, damp bloody mud, it converges into rivers of mud.

A majestic tiger man stood tall and strong, stepping step by step over the corpses of the demonic beasts.

It's like you're patrolling your territory.

Its brows furrowed, and its hideous fierce light compressed into two sharp auras, which went straight into the demonic beast a hundred meters away.

The thick muscles were well-defined, and the orange hair flew in the air with the breath of blood, like a huge wall of fire burning under a blood cloud.

The low roar that emanated from his body from time to time was like a burst of drums, causing the surrounding space to tremble involuntarily.

If there were weak monsters standing in front of it, I am afraid that they would all die suddenly on the spot in this momentum.

It turned its head and looked at the dense corpses of demonic beasts in all directions.

There is almost no surviving aura of monsters around here.

Satisfied, it began to look around again.

As for the soldiers and adventurers who were seriously wounded one by one, it was not the responsibility of it.

In this terrible war, they were all buried in the vast expanse of monster corpses piled up.

Feeling his broken body being dragged by someone, the flesh and blood rubbing against the cold body of the demonic beast, and even began to faintly see the blood-colored shadow in the sky.

Someone rescued them from the bloody corpses, causing them to look up in a trance.

Unexpectedly, I found that these rescuers were a group of slender girls wearing masks.

The top of their heads is adorned with distinctive animal ears.

Obviously, it's all subhuman.

However, the warriors trapped in the vortex of death are no longer able to think about why the subhumans are here.

They could only feel the friction between their bodies and the cold corpses, staring blankly at the mountain of blood corpses, crying out loud in despair.

"Why? Why did you rescue me..... I should have died here..."

"Kill me....."

"At least by dying here, I can get the honor of dying in battle..... I don't want to live anymore....."

Words of despair murmured from the mouths of these people who were deep in death.

The emptiness in their eyes and the stiffness of their bodies all reveal inner collapse and despair.

And those adventurers who lacked arms and legs were even more disheartened, as silent as sinking sea stones.

The surviving servicemen can still expect state subsidies, but what can they expect?

As adventurers themselves, they are clowns walking on the tightrope of life.

Once you stumble, you will never recover.

And now, even if they are physically disabled, even if they are restored, they will no longer be able to fight.

It's better to die.

However, the soldiers and adventurers could only watch powerlessly as the medical team carried them away.

And the rescued subhumans shuttled through the blood-colored land, converging towards a bear man as strong as a mountain.

"Mr. Haynarthan, we have saved 340 wounded, of which 300 are seriously injured and more than 20 are lightly wounded."

"The rest committed suicide in the rescue process."

This is just some of the wounded who have been sorted out by cleaning up the battlefield.

A wave of monsters invaded, and only these living people remained in the entire battlefield.

One can imagine how fierce this war really is.

And the injured who were rescued also raised their heads after hearing the report of the sub-people.

Almost anyone who has not yet had eye damage can see it.

The tall bear man standing on the ground seemed to be as big as if there was no end in sight.

Every breath he took was filled with heavy power, and even from a distance of several meters, he could feel the amazing feeling of oppression.

Their eyes widened, their mouths opened, and their faces showed obvious horror.

What is that..... Monsters?

These warriors or adventurers who did not die on the battlefield were shocked by a little bear man as soon as they survived.

At this time, Hera, whose clothes had been stained red with blood, was sitting quietly on a wooden chair, letting the cat lady on the side bandage her wounds.

An open pupil flowed with heavy patterns, like countless blooming roses.

"Thank you."

Hearing Hera's thanks, the cat lady who was bandaging Hera was expressionless and concentrated on continuing the work at hand.

Hera looked at the little cat lady and fell into deep thought slightly.

What can be confirmed is that this support team that suddenly appeared is basically composed of subhumans like this cat lady.

Although they all wear masks, they are shrouded in a veil of mystery.

However, the swaying animal ears above their heads reveal their true identities.

Of course, these subhumans probably didn't intend to hide in the first place.

After all, in this team, there is also a particularly powerful tiger man.

It was almost indistinguishable from a tiger walking upright, a bloodthirsty beast.

It is fearless on the battlefield and hunts monsters with recklessness.

Even the number of monsters it killed was the largest, and the rampant beast tide seemed to be completely unable to stop its advance.

Powerful and even gave Hera a feeling.

Perhaps, even she is no match for the tiger man.

However, it was obviously impossible for a single tiger man to withstand the staggering tide of beasts.

Around it, dense sub-people cooperate tacitly.

Traps and encirclement, guerrilla attrition, simply do everything.

With such cooperation, as well as the personal ability of the tiger man, it was perfect to block the attack of this beast tide.

And most importantly......

Hera looked up at the massive bear-man.

Although he has never entered the battlefield, he has always followed the direction of the battlefield.

In his broad palm, he pinched a few stones all the time.

Wherever there was danger in danger, he would reach out and throw the stone into it.

The beast tide that was originally compact would collapse and disperse just a moment after it made a move.

It's like......

The adult body of the beast tribe is specially kept in captivity for a large number of prey.

And watch over the young beasts around so that they can train to hunt without getting hurt.

This bear-man is doing just that.

This rout battlefield has been specially organized into a training ground for those sub-people.

This kind of easy-going attitude, she has only seen in Victor once.

What kind of force can have such a well-trained team of subhumans?

Hera had vaguely guessed.

But soon, the speculation was settled.

Some adventurers stumbled towards her.

They had weeping expressions on their faces, and their bodies were stained with the blood of various demonic beasts.

From afar, he shouted to Hera:

"Boss! Are you alright? ”

"Boss! How's it going? ”

Although they still had the blood of the beasts on their hands, the ornate and solid armor robes were instantly recognizable.

They are certainly different from other adventurers.

Very rich for sure.

Hera recognized several of the big men running towards her.

These people are all sent to Breston by the Beast Guild to be the core backbone members of the Clevenner family's guard caravan.

He was also Hera's former comrade-in-arms.

The moment she saw them, a hint of surprise flashed in Hera's eyes.

"Pal Qiu, why did you come back?"

"What about Walter? Didn't he come back with you? ”

In the face of Hera's inquiry, several big men looked at each other.

Finally, Parr explained:

"Mr. Victor informed us of the situation on the southern front, and we came back to support with Steward Helnerthan."

Helnathan Butler?

Hearing this name, Hera subconsciously raised her head and looked at the huge bear man in the distance.

And Parr continued:

"As for Walter, he now works for the Breston Weather Office."

The salary that can be earned by working there is very high, far more than they are the reckless people who deliver them.

Everyone is very envious of this.

"But in fact, Walter also wants to come to support, but as a fourth-order mage, he needs time to chant magic."

"In addition, he was old and physically exhausted, and he was afraid of slowing down our trip, so he didn't come in the end......"

Before the strong men could finish speaking, there was a brief silence around them.

The real reason why Walter didn't come back, they didn't say much.

Hera looked at them, but only smiled and said nothing.

The reason is well known to everyone.

Walter is human, and even if he is a mage, he is very old.

Belongs to the 'old man' among the mages.

It's hard to find a stable job in Blesson and spend your old age simply.

The former comrades-in-arms were also unwilling to let Walter return to a remote and dangerous place.

So in the end, they were originally scheduled to come back together to support, and they secretly left Walter behind and followed the brigade to the south alone.

Hera looked at them and knew in her heart.

The return of several key members has explained the origin of this sub-human team.

Mr. Victor, knowing of the possible rout of the Southern Front, sent reinforcements in advance.

What does this mean?

"Mr. Victor must be concerned about my safety."

She felt a sense of happiness rise in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel a lot more relieved.

Even the shrugged shoulders gradually let go, and the body was about to collapse to the cat lady behind her.

It's just that several big men in front of her looked at each other, and finally didn't say the reason why 'Mr. Victor received money from the eldest prince'.

Listening to the chatter not far behind him, Helnathan also turned around and walked slowly towards the adventurers of the Beast Guild.

He walked up to Hera, and a deep voice rang out:

"You're the leader of the Beast Guild, Hera, aren't you?"

Hera listened to the bearman's voice and nodded.

"I'm Helnathan, the housekeeper of the Clavenner family."