Wickliffe found it difficult to comprehend what was happening before his eyes, but whether he understood it or not, this unimaginable scene was unfolding across this fallen land, changing the course of countless lives.
The Holy Sunset Legion, which had chosen to launch a landing operation in the dark winter night, was like a massive boulder suddenly rising from the black tide. Facing the raging waves, it halted a situation that had nearly become irreversible and began to turn the tide across the entire battlefield bit by bit.
Hundreds upon thousands of fully armed White Knights and Nuns stepped onto the battlefield, using heavy burners and Holy Light impact cannons to clear out the remaining monsters near the Steel Cathedral. Heavy tanks rolling out of the cathedral armory swiftly formed an additional barrier before the cathedral and Fort Farm. These tanks had all undergone special modifications: their main guns had been replaced with more powerful burners, and even stronger Shield Devices had been embedded beneath their Armor Plates—this additional power consumption gave these vehicles poorer endurance than their standard-model counterparts, but clearly, the legion's Tech Priests had already accounted for that—
The spire atop the cathedral opened, its heavy Steel Armor retracting into the roof below. Inside the exposed spire was an enormous Magic Power Crystal, and the entire cathedral transformed into the Magic Net Hub of the battlefield. Powerful magic began to cover the defensive line. Whether it was the tanks forming the barrier or the White Knights and Nuns clearing away the remaining enemies, every Rune Device upon them shone brighter than before.
A White Knight who carried no burner, but bore a heavy warhammer over his shoulder, emerged from the darkness. He passed through the blazing flames and the remains left behind by the Aberrants, heading straight