Blood flowed into rivers.
Death was happening everywhere in Desert City. Situations like that of the young Archer and the female Priest could be seen everywhere.
Despair was spreading in people's hearts.
Demons were torn up by the enemy demons, humans were obliterated by the pikes of those devils, undeads were crushed to pieces, and the bodies of magical beasts were piled up in a pool of blood.
Among them, there were also countless dead devils and enemy demons.
The smell of death pervaded the air.
The artillery on the walls had been broken, and the last bit ammunition had been blasted into the devil's camp. The gunners' bodies lay on the edge of the artillery, their hands still clutching the ignition torch, and their blood extinguished the flames little by little.
The city gates had been broken in and the defense on the city walls had also been lost.
In only thirty minutes, the whole city looked beyond recognition.
