Crack～
The gauntlet, shimmering with alchemy secret patterns, clenched, and the skull that had just been pulled from the body, still attached to a segment of the spine, was crushed instantly, scattering like shattered fruit all over the ground.
Strands of crimson rose and gathered into a blood mist in mid-air, untouched by the wind—this was a battlefield littered with corpses, or rather, a slaughterhouse, filled with bodies crushed by absolute force, flesh and bone debris covering the ground.
"These barbarians are becoming more active lately."
A tall figure clad in magic-guided kinetic energy armor walked across the now silent battlefield, inspecting corpses for any survivors. The Dragon-men Battle Group moved like living metal mountains, exuding an aura of inviolable intimidation.
It seemed like there was no power on earth that could halt their advance; any creature foolish enough to try was mercilessly crushed. Such was indeed the case.
