"Kill!"
Karlo let out a roar, commanding his soldiers to surge forward, as the guard line of the Overlord Tower teetered on the brink of collapse. His eyes, filled with excitement, were bloodshot and bulging almost like a fish's, his gaze seemed to pierce through the building's barriers, envisioning the Overlord high above.
Karlo's heart throbbed uncontrollably; he was the first. He would be the first Beastman to storm the Overlord Tower and slay the Overlord. He would be the victor of the night!!
Of course… speed was essential! The first to advance was closest to victory, but also in the greatest danger, as he had to face not only the Overlord Tower's defense but also watch out for other Beastmen rushing from behind, preventing a pincer attack. But what did danger count for to a Beastman?!
"Charge! Crush through!!"