But numbers actually don't matter.
When the gap in individual strength is too great, quibbling over numerical differences is meaningless.
"Advance!"
This time, King Gilgamesh didn't waste words. With a grand gesture, he opened the city gates, and the Uruk soldiers formed neat squares, assembling at the fastest speed outside the city.
Every armored Uruk warrior showed not a trace of fear on their faces.
What could be seen on their faces was only determination, decisiveness, anger, and resolution.
Not waiting for Gilgamesh to call names, this time the four melee-type Heroic Spirits were very proactive, quickly descending from the city walls.
"Caster, Archer, Assassin."
After Milien and the others left.
On the city wall, Gilgamesh smiled and called out the classes of Yi Lin, Yanfeng Gongzheng, and Bol.
"Heroic Spirits from the future, cast aside your reservations, and fight for Uruk!"
Yi Lin glanced at Gilgamesh and didn't say much.
