The slaughter is spreading.
All around were shouts of killing, the ground littered with the injured and corpses. The beastmen were frantically defending against these invaders, but it was to no avail. The enemy's bodies were not very strong, but they wielded sharp and bizarre weapons. The former was blade-shaped, easily tearing apart the skin of the tribesmen, while the latter was a black iron tube that shot out bursts of light and fire, instantly incapacitating proud warriors.
"Roar!"
A wild roar resounded as an armored beastman charged forward. In its sight appeared a beautiful figure, an exceptionally beautiful face. She wore a martial arts uniform, like a stubborn snow lotus, standing on the blood-soaked ground. She seemed to be scared stiff, so the beastman thought.
Woman!
