The Vanoss Crew, a band of very dangerous, slightly chaotic, and extremely hilarious group of lovable, and hatable but yet smart idiots who always mainly loved playing video games together for CONTENT.
They are consists of Seven individuals. Their L...
As black clouds enveloped the sky and blocked the sunlight from shining down upon the land, above it was the Beast Empire's mighty Airfleets.
Flying through the sea of clouds were over tens of large Airships, Warships, Battleships of the Beastmen Empire with over thousand of beastmens within them wearing thick metallic armor that weighed over a couple of tons.
Panther General: We are close to the Capital.
Flying at the front of the airfleets was the bigger one and within it is hundreds of Elite Beastmen Soldiers and two Beastmen Generals that stood in front of the decks looking at the horizon.
A humanoid black Panther and a Mendrill.
Panther General:
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(He has large scar in his face while he also has a beard visible in his face)
Panther General's Armor:
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Presently, both of their faces were incomparably dark.
The Legion commander, the Panther General had an especially terrifying expression as the large scar on his face became even more glaring.
As he stood there, a boundless bloodlust exuded from his body.
The bloodlust was so powerful that the other Beastmen Soldiers near him including the Mendrill Beastmen General standing next to him was trembling uncontrollably.
Almost as if they were staring at death itself.
Watching the scene from further back, with his head straight, Tyler softly said in a deep voice.
Wildcat: How long do we have left?
Walking next to him, wearing a large metallic armor that covered most of his body was Vanoss who calmly said.
