The British sounded the trumpet for withdrawal.
The shattered troops retreated back to the landing ships, sparse and not even filling one cabin.
And their spirits were already on the verge of collapse, with many severely wounded having parts of their limbs already carbonized, emitting mournful wails that made the crew shudder.
Boom——
Giant steel creations walked from the ruins of New Naples towards the shore.
Behind them was only half of the King's Squad, their armor scarred and battered.
Before boarding the ship, the Iron Duke instinctively glanced back, only to hear the high-pitched howls of wolves amidst the burning ruins.
Massive werewolves slowly appeared, equally covered in wounds, blood marks mottled, their ghostly green beastly eyes reflecting a chilling glow from the embers.
"Next time, I'll crush you all."
