The commander of the Silver Wing Legion muttered to himself, "It's no wonder that bunch of bumpkins can stand against the Abyssal Scourge's embryo."
The man was dressed in a silver-white military uniform, with overly high cheekbones, a somewhat sharp chin, and a very slender figure, his complexion unnaturally pale.
The most peculiar feature was the sharp crimson horns growing on his head.
Horn continued to observe the situation on the shore.
"What kind of contract did the Ark Leader sign with those warriors to make them willingly sell their lives?"
He carefully observed the Sun Warriors' fighting styles, muttering under his breath.
The fighting style of those creatures was truly frightening, and Horn instinctively disliked the flames rising from their bodies.
Fortunately, their numbers were limited.
Judging from the collected intelligence, arming fifty warriors was the limit for the Ark Kingdom.
"Commander, the second round of shelling is ready."
