Time to Understand the Aliens 

"Die, green bugs!" One of the level 90 human mercenaries charged full force at three level 89 Sages, causing them to retreat immediately.

"Damned primitives! You're going to die sooner or later!" One of the attacked beings said as he flew towards the raging sea.

"Accept your death, primitive beast!" Another of those high-ranking Sages, dressed in the armor of the Mechanic Empire group, brandished a sabre-shaped weapon at a beast that was oppressing another of his companions.

"Aaaagh!"

As strong as the members of Minos' group were, they were still suffering from some enemies capable of hurting them as they fought on the outskirts of the enemy headquarters at the beginning of this second part of the North Sea battle.

"Invaders, die!" The great dragon saw the creature with a saber in his hands and didn't hesitate to move, opening his mouth as he bit down on a group of a dozen aliens between levels 87 and 89.