A scarlet scene unfolded before the eyes.
Fragments of limbs covered the ground.
It gave a strong visual impact.
The air was thick with the scent of blood, almost as if the entire city had been soaked in it.
The war was won, easily and calmly.
The casualties were pathetically small, with only a few hundred Cold-blooded Cavalry whose armor was severely damaged, but none were killed.
In an ordinary battlefield, even a slight loss might cause casualties, but in this Fantasy World...
As long as the armor wasn't shattered, no harm would come, this trait made the army invincible.
After calming his mind, Lear rode the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King straight to the temple in the central area of Bear Claw Fortress.
Focusing his gaze, he saw a tall statue of a Giant Bear inside the temple.
Since it was an abandoned area, the guards of the Heart of the Wild naturally hadn't deployed Ultimate Soldiers for defense.
At this moment, the temple was his to command.
