"Brothers, forward!"
"Destroy those hearts—victory will be ours!"
The cries of the awakeners shook the battlefield. Their faces were lit with excitement and fervor.
All of them knew very well what this moment meant. They were fighting alongside Emperor Daniel himself against a Fake God-level existence.
If they could claim even a small part in bringing down such a terrifying being, then later—when they returned to their homelands, when they sat in taverns or at banquet tables—they would be able to boast for days, even weeks, of how they had helped slay a godlike monster.
There was no need to fear death.
If they fell, they would resurrect at the designated points. If their bodies were torn apart, they would rise again and return to the fight.
So why hesitate? Why hold back?
They charged forward without restraint.
On the other side, Fleshheart's confidence began to falter.
For the first time, panic crept into its twisted mind.
It was powerful, yes, but not without weakness.
