Tanaros had no time for grief. As a true Beastman of the Purple Blood Royal Family, a craving for war was etched into his very genes.
Moreover, Tanaros himself had previously taken several Beast God Potions. The human cannon fire and the deaths of his personal guards, rather than plunging him into sorrow or fear, only ignited the frenzy deep within him.
Tanaros shoved aside the personal guard who had fallen on him and raised the scimitar in his hand.
"For the Prince! Long live the Empire!" Tanaros roared, his Silver-tier battle aura carrying the sound in all directions.
AWOO!
AWOOO!!!
Although the human artillery was terrifying, it wasn't entirely a bad thing for the Beastmen.
The first wave of attacking Beastmen numbered more than four thousand!
Although this group was concentrated, with such large numbers, very few Beastmen had directly experienced the terror of the Magic Crystal Cannons.
