God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Chapter 2245: The Fall of the Beast Ancestor

"The wounded should retreat to the city."

As the order was issued, human monks quickly took action. They set up healing locations in the city. These locations were well-organized and provided a safe and comfortable environment for the injured.

People from various major forces also responded. They took out their treasured healing pills without hesitation. These pills were carefully refined and had powerful healing effects.

Not only that, some alchemists also personally came out to treat everyone's injuries.

They used their superb alchemy skills and rich experience to ensure that the injured received timely and effective treatment.

The human race gradually regained its rhythm, and the originally chaotic situation began to be brought under control.

The battle also became smoother, the human monks cooperated more tacitly, and their attacks became more precise and powerful.

Especially on the front-line battlefield, under the leadership of strong men from various forces, the human race has demonstrated powerful combat effectiveness.

They were no longer just passively resisting the attacks of the beasts, but began to take the initiative to attack and push the tide back.

The human race's front line continued to advance towards the Endless Mountains, bringing tremendous pressure to the orcs.

Under the counterattack of the human race, the beastman was obviously unable to hold on.

The beasts that kept rushing forward were forced back in the face of the powerful offensive of the human race.

The orcs' attack was effectively contained and their morale suffered a severe blow.

"Go out and kill these beasts."

The shout of a powerful human warrior rang out on the battlefield. The sound was like thunder, inspiring the fighting spirit of the human monks.

Soon after, more powerful human warriors responded, and their shouts rose one after another, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

The teleportation formation in the city never went out from beginning to end, and it continuously teleported more human monks to the battlefield.

These newly joined monks were full of energy. They quickly joined the battle and injected new strength into the human race's counterattack.

The battle has proceeded to this point, and it can be said that the situation has been basically determined, and it is unlikely that there will be any unexpected changes.

The orcs missed their only chance to win, which gave the humans enough time to react and organize an effective resistance.

Now, the situation faced by the orcs is very serious. Not only are they finding it difficult to advance, but they are being forced to retreat again and again by the humans.

Behind the beastmen, the extraterritorial demon was trying his best to display his abilities.

Although waves of beasts were gathering in front of it like a tide, it had already tried its best.

It transformed into eight demonic shadows, each of which was concentrating on refining the blood for the beastmen in order to enhance their combat effectiveness.

In this way, these orcs can rush into the battlefield and join the battle in the shortest time possible.

However, despite the desperate efforts of the extraterritorial demon, its speed was still far inferior to that of humans.

The human race's response was swift and effective, and the situation on the battlefield did not change fundamentally due to the orcs' reinforcements.

Looking at all this, the extraterritorial demon was filled with resentment and anger, and he couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it."

This demon from outside the realm took a huge risk to break into the fairyland, not to suffer the bitter consequences of failure.

With its strength and ability, it was fully confident of inflicting heavy damage to the human race, but now it and the beastmen have failed.

This huge contrast made it feel extremely annoyed and frustrated.

The failure of this battle made the meaning of this alien demon entering the fairyland meaningless.

Not only that, even the many beastmen nearby began to have various different ideas.

Especially the leaders of the beast tribe, they knew the inside story very well, and there was a hint of hostility in their eyes when they looked at this extraterritorial demon.

After all, the reason why this battle broke out was entirely because of the instigation of this extraterritorial demon, which is why the beast ancestors resolutely chose to take action.

Before this, this guy boasted about this battle to the skies, and vowed that he would win without a doubt and without any surprises.

However, reality gave them a resounding slap in the face. The situation on the battlefield took a shocking turn and the orcs are now completely at a disadvantage.

Looking at this extraterritorial demon again, it now looks like a donkey at the end of its rope, and it has absolutely no ability to reverse this defeat.

The beastmen were bewitched by it, but ended up with such a fate. Naturally, all the beastmen leaders would inevitably feel regret in their hearts.

It is no exaggeration to say that at this moment, every member of the orc tribe knows that there is no chance of winning this battle. However, no orc is willing to face this cruel reality.

After all, all orcs are well aware of the consequences of failure.

At present, all they are doing is nothing more than their last dying struggle.

Those orcs with bloodshot eyes full of murderous intent, although they had no fear in their hearts, still rushed towards the battlefield blindly like a group of headless flies.

However, what substantial changes could such actions bring to the war situation? At most, it would only delay the arrival of failure.

All this was in vain. The fact that the beastmen were unwilling to admit was finally ruthlessly revealed a few days later with the earth-shaking roar of the beast.

This roar came from the ancestor of the beast tribe - the Beast Ancestor, and the voice revealed endless unwillingness and fear.

"Beast Ancestor..."

Hearing the roar, many beastmen in unison turned their gazes in the direction where the roar came from. In an instant, their faces turned as pale as paper, as if they had seen the end of the world.

A beast ancestor has fallen.

At this point in the battle, even the Beast Ancestor had been killed. One can imagine the blow this had dealt to the Beast Tribe.

The morale of those beasts who still maintained their sanity and had not had their blood refined by this extraterritorial demon suddenly became extremely low.

There was no sense at all that they still had the slightest desire to fight.

The death of the Beast Ancestor was like the collapse of faith for many beastmen.

Even the Beast Ancestor died on the battlefield. Do they still have a chance of winning this battle?

"It's over, it's over."

"This battle is doomed to fail."

Look, pessimistic murmurs can be heard from many beastmen, and some beastmen are even twitching softly.

On the other hand, after realizing that the Beast Ancestor had been killed, the morale of the human race was even higher and had reached its peak.

Facing the herd of beasts in front of him, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, only a strong desire to fight.

Although these beasts are numerous, they are just fish on the chopping board and will be killed sooner or later.