Blood-red clouds pressed down heavily from the sky, blocking the dazzling sunlight from this infernal hell.
The air above the boundless soil was thick with the stench of blood.
For any human who steps into this place, just one breath is enough to make their stomach churn and their mind go blank.
The corpses of countless monsters were piled up into several small hills, their scattered remains covering this desolate land.
Countless demi-humans wearing animal masks stood atop these monster corpses.
They licked their paws or the daggers in their hands, lay prone with their tails held high and their eyes gleaming with fanaticism.
Some demi-humans collected materials from the dead monsters, putting them in their bags or casually playing with them.
The various colors blended together and formed a viscous black liquid that flowed slowly across the land.
Covered in sticky, damp, bloody mud, they converged into muddy rivers.
A majestic tiger-man stood tall, his massive body treading step by step over the chaotic pile of monster corpses.
It was as if they were surveying their own territory.
Its brows furrowed, and its ferocious light compressed into two sharp beams of malevolent energy, piercing straight into the monster a hundred meters away.
Its thick muscles were clearly defined, and its orange hair danced in the air with the scent of blood, like a huge wall of fire burning beneath a cloud of blood.
The low growls emanating from his body from time to time sounded like drumbeats, causing the surrounding space to tremble involuntarily.
If a weak monster were to stand in front of it, it would probably die instantly from its imposing aura.
It turned its head and looked at the densely packed corpses of monsters in all directions.
There was almost no trace of any surviving monsters around here.
Satisfied, it resumed its inspection of other areas.
As for the seriously wounded soldiers and adventurers, that was not its responsibility.
In this terrible war, they were all buried in the vast expanse of monster corpses.
Feeling his broken body being dragged along, his flesh rubbing against the cold body of the monster, he even began to vaguely see the blood-red shadows in the sky.
Someone rescued them from the blood-soaked pile of corpses, causing them to raise their heads in a daze.
Unexpectedly, they discovered that these rescuers were a group of slender girls wearing masks.
Their heads are decorated with unique animal ears.
Clearly, they are all demi-humans.
However, the warriors, trapped in a vortex of death, were too preoccupied to even consider why the demi-humans had appeared there.
They could only feel the friction between their bodies and the cold corpses, staring blankly at the sea of blood and mountains of corpses, crying out in despair.
"Why? Why did you rescue me...? I should have died here..."
"Kill me..."
"At least if I die here, I can receive the honor of dying in battle... I don't want to live anymore..."
These people, trapped in the grip of death, murmured words of despair.
The emptiness in their eyes and the stiffness in their bodies revealed their inner collapse and despair.
Those adventurers who were missing limbs were even more disheartened and fell silent like stones sunk in the sea.
The surviving soldiers can at least hope for government subsidies, but what else can they count on?
As adventurers, they are like clowns walking a tightrope of life.
Once you slip up, there is no going back.
Now, they are physically disabled, and even if they recover, they will never be able to fight again.
I'd rather be dead.
However, the soldiers and adventurers could only helplessly watch as the medical team carried them away.
Meanwhile, the demi-humans who came to the rescue traversed the blood-red earth, converging on a bear-man as massive as a mountain.
"Mr. Helnarson, we have rescued 340 wounded people, including 300 seriously injured and more than 20 slightly injured."
"The rest committed suicide during the rescue process."
This is just a portion of the wounded that were recovered from the battlefield.
After a monster horde invasion, only these living people remained on the entire battlefield.
It is easy to imagine just how intense this war was.
Those who had been rescued raised their heads after hearing the reports from the demi-humans.
Almost anyone whose eyes are still intact can see it.
That was the enormous bear-man standing on the ground, tall and robust, seemingly without end.
His every breath was filled with heavy force, and even from several meters away, one could feel the astonishing pressure.
Their eyes widened, their mouths gaped, and their faces showed obvious terror.
What is that... a monster?
Those warriors or adventurers who did not die on the battlefield were immediately struck by the bear-man's awe upon surviving.
Meanwhile, Hera, whose clothes were stained red with blood, sat quietly on a wooden chair, letting the catgirl beside her bandage her wounds.
In one open eye, intricate patterns flowed, swirling rapidly like countless blooming roses.
"Thanks."
Hearing Hera's thanks, the catgirl who was bandaging Hera remained expressionless and focused on continuing her work.
Hera looked at the little kitten and fell into deep thought.
It can be confirmed that this suddenly appearing support team is basically composed of demi-humans like this catgirl.
Although they all wore masks, they were shrouded in mystery.
However, the animal ears swaying on their heads still gave them away.
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