"Which battle is this?"
Bologue gazed upon the vast battlefield, shells falling like torrential rain, countless bodies rolling into the trenches, swiftly buried by the dust thrown up.
A strange, deep, and bizarre sound came, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, echoing like thunder in the crevices of the valley.
Something was approaching, numbering in the billions, as numerous as oxen; Bologue saw them, amidst the rolling black smoke, a sprawling dark cloud was sweeping across the battlefield, like the Death God spreading plague.
It wasn't a dark cloud, but a swarm of flies flapping their wings, emitting a high-frequency drone, crawling over the rotting corpses, laying eggs in the decaying flesh, with countless white maggots crawling over the bodies.
