Chapter 361: Rending strike

Two groups of 30+ people each were facing off against one another in what looked like a runway. There were wrecked, still burning remains of small ships along one side.

Energy blasts from ranged weapons and sword lights shot from one place to another, occasionally followed by an ear-piercing scream.

"Stay close! Watch your fire!"

"Yes sir!"

"Yes sir!"

A bearded man shouted at a group of ship crew members while swinging his gigantic ax in front of him, pushing away a few beastmen that were trying to break through their lines.

The man looked no older than 40. He had a muscular build and would remind anyone of the Vikings back from earth, especially with his current attire which left him topless, exposing numerous scars and tattoos. There was a glass bottle in his right hand which he would take a sip from every few seconds.