"Ah——! Ah——!"
The residents on the street simultaneously let out piercing wails.
Their faces, just freshly formed, melted like waxworks under high heat, quickly softening and collapsing, reverting to faceless lumps of flesh.
The knights suddenly regained clarity, cold sweat sliding down their backs.
Louis's voice boomed through the loudspeaker: "It's an illusion, they're just monsters envious of your human appearance.
Three hundred meters ahead, unleash full-coverage fire! Burn!"
Flames advanced along the street.
The fleshy buildings rapidly carbonized in the intense heat, a smell of burning spreading through the air.
The city lost its form in the blaze, leaving only twisted, collapsed ruins.
Just as they were about to finish clearing, the ground suddenly began to tremble.
The mist was torn open from the front, and a cavalry corps charged out from between the ruins and scorched earth.
More than three hundred stitchers linked by thorns advanced in unison.
