Very few people on the battlefield, with the exception of the top experts, had noticed the color of the moon. Some of the stronger vampires sensed the change and looked up at the same time.

The dark race soldiers assembled quietly and waited for their new orders. They suddenly realized that their formation was rather frail. There were great numbers of them left and right, but that didn’t stop them from being strangely anxious. Some of the smarter ones noticed that there were a lot fewer officers and experts among them, so much so that there were none in some units.

Experts were the pillars of each unit. Without them, everyone knew how far these cannon fodder could go. Now that most of the experts were gone, the squads were somewhat shaken.

Some of the survivors who had retreated from the front looked back at the corpses at the second defensive line and thought, “Did they all die back there?”

On the warship, the arachne count appeared once again, limping and soaked in blood. His voice was weak and hoarse, “Sire, I’ve returned.”

“How are our casualties?”

“We’ve lost roughly a third of our forces, while the humans have lost around four thousand men.”

“Twenty thousand of our men in exchange for four thousand humans?”

The arachne count said, “Sire, most of our deaths are cannon fodder....