Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 567.2: The Six Calamities (2)

Meanwhile, in Dragon’s Gorge, the most dreadful battle since the commencement of the war was currently unfolding.

Even typical phrases like ‘mountains of carcasses’ and ‘rivers of blood’ proved to be insufficient to describe the horrors on the battlefield. It felt as if someone was tirelessly dumping bodies into a meat grinder, spraying flesh, bones, and all sorts of bodily fluids around.

If one thing was clear amidst this chaos, it was that the Mother Goddess’ faction was fighting a desperate battle.

First and foremost, the aerial space over Dragon’s Gorge had been completely dominated by the dragons and the wingmen, whose sheer number covered the sky. This forced the Mother Goddess’ faction to fight on the ground.

On the frontlines, armored giants had just begun their third charge. The agile beastmen followed closely behind to pick off lone enemies scattered from their allies. The wingmen unceasingly bombarded the enemy with spells. From time to time, spiriteers could be spotted flitting across the battlefield.

Things had gone awry right from the start.

The neutral races that had previously submitted to the Mother Goddess suddenly turned their claws on their allies, causing a great deal of internal disturbance. The bone dragons, gargoyles, and blood clansmen were too shaken by the rebellion and failed to get into their formation in time, resulting in their quickly losing aerial supremacy to the dragons and the wingmen.

This led to a vicious cycle on the battlefield.

The dragons and the wingmen furiously bombarded the Mother Goddess’ faction, not giving them any breathing space to regroup and launch a counterattack. Casualties quickly piled up.

And that was still not the most dispiriting thing of all.

What truly chilled the hearts of those from the Mother Goddess’ faction was the situation over at the western horizon.

Hours had already passed since sunset, but the evening sun refused to descend beyond the horizon. It obstinately hung by the horizon and even showed hints of slowly rising back up. Without

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