Varian watched indifferently as the two hundred thousand strong Abyssal army scattered in fear.
Even if they were far away from him on the planetoid, the Abyssals had no sense of security.
They didn't care about the countless corpses on the ground as they moved away from the frontlines and rushed back to their bases.
The human army that was on the verge of being slaughtered only just finished reorganizing.
By the time Varian arrived, the level 8s were conducting a massacre and only 60% of the human army remained.
The commanders of the army looked at Varian with a complicated emotion and turned their gazes to face their enemy.
Even now, the Abyssals army was twice their twice.
This was the perfect time to return to their bases and consolidate the defense.
Yet.
"Charge! Kill every goddamn son of a bitch!"
The human army actually started chasing after the Abyssals and launched an offense.