The blurred consciousness quickly plummeted into the Abyss.
With regret and anger, he caught a final glimpse of the scene of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's line collapsing...
The commander of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's expeditionary army—
Bakar, fell in battle!
Catching the opportunity, Cassa swiftly picked up the fallen Lizardman head from the ground and hoisted it high on her spear.
"Victory!!!"
She excitedly shouted loudly, thrusting Bakar's face towards the Armored Dragon Clan soldiers, making them clearly see those blood-stained eyes.
Fear spread like a tide.
Bakar's death was like the last straw that broke the Short-legged Dragon's back, completely crushing the Armored Dragon Clan soldiers' psychological defenses.
"Our General is dead!"
"Lord Bakar... dead?!"
"How could—!?"
They retreated in panic, unable to even hold their weapons, let alone face that blood-soaked face.
The first deserter appeared.
