As for that legion, it has long disappeared into the ruins...
On the watchtower at the edge of the ruins, Dismas put down his telescope and handed it to the others, cursing under his breath.
"Damn it, a bunch of useless fools! Pretending to be stronger than they are? Now we have to clean up after them again."
The hero of Hamlet had already received the message and came to observe. As the sunlight tore through the darkness, he seemed to understand the situation at the front line.
The Lord repeatedly emphasized not to let too many people die, their side had been warning them endlessly about how vicious the skeletons at night were, but still, no one listened.
So weak yet so eager to play, what power do you have to mimic the legion?
"Let's go, make sure everyone brings plenty of Corpse Decomposition Spores, otherwise, it won't be enough."
Balistan was practical; quickly clearing the corpses was the most important thing to not affect the Lord's plans.
