The scene was so fiery that I could feel the battlefield's heat, but I was sure that not everyone enjoyed the scene. Anyone who once stood on a battlefield would never enjoy such a sight. Many allied troops were injured, and one had to keep swinging one's sword or spear at the enemy troops. 0

A cacophonous din of screams and groans pervaded the battlefield. The pungent and foul smell lingering in the air was making it hard to breathe. The troops were covered in both sweat and blood, and they could no longer differentiate between foes and allies.0

The battlefield was scary to ordinary people, and they'd never want to go back to a battlefield, but there were people who enjoyed the gory battlefield. The brigade scums, psychopathic murderers, and retired or veteran mercenaries addicted to war enjoyed moments like this. I honestly couldn’t understand what it felt like to be addicted to war, but I felt like I was starting to understand it as I stared at the Red Mercenary Guild.0

‘They’re definitely special.’0

- Let’s go, my brothers!0

- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!0

- Let’s fight,...0