The general thought.
Soon, like a tide, Mysterious Evil swarmed and constantly battered their towering cliffs.
Countless Mysterious Evil fell.
And countless more Mysterious Evil surged forward.
One by one, the warriors defending the city fell, and others took their place, fighting fiercely.
Many Awakeners died in battle, however, seeing the gradually thinning wave of Mysterious Evil, a smile appeared on the blood-covered face of the general.
In the distance, within the city, the mythicals observing the battles in various places also smiled.
They had safely survived the first sudden wave.
Next, as during the second tidal period, as long as they were careful and well-prepared, it should not be difficult to get through.
As for the apocalypse? How could that be possible?
The Evil God never cared about these tiny insects; it's just that the future living conditions are getting tougher, but tough as it may be, they still have to survive.
"Hmm?"
