While Lucas was having trouble with his energy core, the battle against the half-kobold monster was becoming more bloody.
The combined troops of Vulcan and Garandel which numbered around eighty thousand were almost reduced by half in just half an hour.
Tens of thousands of corpses were strewn across the grasslands, painting the greenery with red. It was a gruesome scene that made everyone feel uncomfortable.
However, the battle must continue.
At this moment, Vulcan's armor had already been torn apart so he was forced to discard it. With his upper body exposed, he received numerous cuts and bruises which left him teetering on the edge.
He had expended a huge portion of his mana and he could barely stand on his feet.
"Commander, are you alright?" An elven warrior rushed to his side and placed his arm around Vulcan's waist to keep him from falling.
Breathing heavily, Vulcan replied in a weak voice. "As you can see, I'm no longer in the best condition to fight."
