The Devil of Devils
Roar!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Slaughter them all!"
Invaderon's believers roared with reckless enthusiasm as they raised their weapons and cheered on. A good majority of them had modified bodies. They weren't entirely human. Their bone structure had been upgraded, with parts of different creatures systematically weaved into their frame.
A middle-aged man rushed at the forefront, his mouth fully open as he roared manically, with his spittle spraying everywhere. His eyes mechanically scanned through the deserted place, observing a fort installed farther away.
His eyes widened as he observed a glint from atop the fortress wall, quickly clenching his hand into a fist as a bone axe head protruded out. He grunted and slammed into the ground, cleaving the sand into two to form a small trench and leapt into it.