A fierce battle raged on in front of the fortress.

Haramark’s heavy infantry unit consisting only of seasoned veterans that survived the frontlines for many years was skillfully resisting the enemy’s charge.

The front row drove their shields into the ground while the second row placed their shields on top, creating an impregnable iron wall.

However, the ones trying to breach the line weren’t easy to deal with either.

Parasites spurred on by the enraged Medusas rammed into the spears and desperately tried to climb over the shield wall.

As an undead wolf used the pile of corpses to fling its body over the wall, Jan Sanctus stabbed out with a spear and hurled it away before shouting.

“Resist! Resist with all you've got! Remember that the moment there’s a gap between the shields, we’re all dead!”

As he was roaring encouragements, he felt an unusual commotion behind him and turned around.

The Earthlings were running towards them.

"The Earthling bastards are coming! Resist just a little more!"

"Fuck! They sure took their sweet time!"

A veteran soldier that was desperately holding on to his shield shouted out. A few of the soldiers around him with scrunched up faces let out grim smiles.

They couldn’t burst into laughter since they were in a life or death situation, but they were seasoned enough to be able to joke around in the face of death.

"Don’t open your mouths! Save your energy!"

Jan Sanctus, who rebuked them quickly, turned his...