A powerful orc, nearly two meters tall, leaped directly from another griffin into the shield wall. He brandished a spiked club, roughly the size of a human, and began to lash out at the enemies around him like a madman. The sounds of shields shattering, bones breaking, and screams filled the air.

Those heavy infantrymen wielding giant shields, once touched by that spiked club, were like kites with broken strings, thrown into the air and then fell to the ground, smashing into piles of unrecognizable flesh and blood.

In the pitch-black night sky, several more werewolves, their forms concealed, leaped down. They silently scaled the rooftops, reaching the enemy's rear, then used the chaos to their advantage, jumping into the ranks of the musketeers, finally reaping lives with their sharp claws and razor-sharp jaws. In moments, they had shattered the enemy's formation into disarray.

Immediately afterwards, lizardmen, minotaurs, harpies, dwarves... one after another, creatures that had only appeared in myths and legends landed in the camp of the North Island Knights.

These suddenly joined forces, numbering less than fifty, yet they displayed an overwhelming advantage against an army of nearly a thousand mercenaries and rebels, completely turning the tide of the battle.

The hastily assembled rebels, faced with this monstrous army, could not muster the slightest will to resist, and they dropped their weapons and collapsed in disarray.

Edgar and Jerry stared in disbelief as a long-eared elven woman gathered a fireball in her hands and blasted an enemy supply wagon into countless fragments.

Above the two, a silver-haired Valkyrie, dressed in close-fitting riding armor and wearing a feathered crown, slowly descended on a griffin.

When Little Jerry saw the newcomer, his face lit up with joy, and he shouted, "Big Boss!"

Looking at the devastation of the camp, Ivy gripped her spear tightly in anger and shouted, "Everyone in the camp who can still move, stand up! Pick up your weapons and slaughter these uninvited bastards!"

Holding a warbow, Ackerman drew the bowstring taut and fired an arrow. The arrow pierced the breastplates of two heavy infantrymen and, still with considerable force, pierced the forehead of a musketeer.

He shouted to the Crusader warriors around him: "Orc squads, advance in formation! Werewolf squads, flank and encircle! Tauren and Lizardmen, hold the left and right flanks! Elves, move into the center of the formation and attack the enemy forces that are holding out in groups!"

Ivy put her finger to her lips and whistled, then said, "Valkyrie squads two and three, return to the fleet and continue transporting the remaining Crusader soldiers into the city! First squad, follow me!"

Soon, this army, composed of Valkyries, Crusaders, and Northern Island Warriors, stormed into the streets of Twilight City, crushing all enemies in its path, and began marching towards the port area.