Swords made from cold magical steel flashed through the air, men wearing armor stormed the island intending to finish their orders.

“Squad five and three go encircle the area! Do not let the Brick Bears escape!” Daval a high-ranking and experienced B+ Hunter ordered, “Everyone else, follow me to slaughter the rest!”

With his black Dragon Wyvern Armor and Silver Tongue Grand Axe, he was leading the charge of Section 8.

His Class [Decapitator] granted him great strength to match these Brick Bears.

The Brick Bears were actually stronger than them, but the thing was that they lack coordination. Their Leader, the Silver Razor Bear was too preoccupied facing twenty Hunters.

Daval rushed to the Silver Razor Bear and with all that he had decapitated its unknowing self. He grabbed its head and raised it up high, roaring as he announced his victory!

“KILL THE REST!”

He instructed as more than two dozen Hunters left to take care of the escaping Brick Bears. They encountered some minor daemons here and there but all of them died under their blades.

The Hunters going after the Brick Bears neared their targets and as they were about to pounce at them to finish off this job, several figures intervened.

The Brick Bears were surprised by this intervention. But as they grit their teeth, the Brick Bears roared, “We do not need your help, Ogres! Get out of here!”

Luck looked over his shoulders and shook his head, “Get over your pride and accept this goodwill.”

Scarface stood by Luck’s side and readied himself, “If you die now your people’s death would all be for naught. Do not let your pride cloud your judgement.”

The Brick Bears gritted their teeth, they did not heed the Ogres’ words and continued running, instead they stood with the Ogres, saying, “If we have you as our reinforcement then we’ll fight as well.”

A fight between humans started at the Neutral Area near Section 4 and Section 8.

The Ogres and the Brick Bears were helping one another.

It was not just the Brick Bears who received help, however.

The Dracas from Section 7 were welcomed by Combat Pixies as they were crossing a river as was helped out in escaping.

In Section 6, the remnants of the Werewolves were found by a daemon wearing a black cloak.

News of this however did not even reach the ears of the humans for those who saw it were all killed. Ogres wielding weapons appeared seemingly out of nowhere and killed them all.

Three Dozen Combat Pixies overwhelmed and killed the hunters.

This would be reported to the higher ups but all that they will think of it would be that they were killed in action. In this wide scale operation death was bound to happen after all.

But even if they were to investigate a certain lass would interne and send them false notions.

Back in the Village where a myriad of daemon races gathered Lilith also had a lot of different HNP and through them she would make reports and erase their tracks as much as possible.

She led them to believe that her forces had nothing to do with the recent events of death.

Inside a dark room, her giggles echoed across the island.

“Harpies from Section 2 has arrive seeking asylum!”

Lilith heard from outside.

She stood up and just prepared her best amicable and innocent smile.

It was time to put on a performance.

That night, however, Lilith was thinking of an eventual event.

She waved her hand and Dhampy appeared beside her, “What is it Boss?”

“Call Everyone, I have something to tell them, make sure the Pixies and their evolution variants appear.” She sighed while looking at the moon, “I didn’t think another moon would bleed this fast.”