To demonstrate the devastating power of artillery, Allen had seven three-deck sailing warships bombard the distant city from the bay continuously for a full half hour.
By the time the blackened, scorching cannon barrels ceased firing cannonballs, the fortress city on the border had basically been reduced to ruins.
Nearly every structure over two meters tall—including the docks, City Wall, towers, barracks, and even civilian houses—had collapsed under the cannon fire. Only a few blood-covered, dazed survivors wandered aimlessly through the broken ruins.
Their eyes were hollow and lifeless, as though their souls had already died, leaving behind nothing but flesh and empty shells.
As for the male warriors driven to the very front of the docks before the battle, fewer than twenty were still alive.
More than half of them had only barely held on until now thanks to the powerful Regeneration Ability they gained after awakening.
The rest had curled themselves into balls, reducing their height and bulk to narrowly escape disaster.
In comparison, slightly more female warriors wielding Claymores had survived. Around forty had escaped the terrifying bombardment and were now hiding amid the ruins, staring fearfully at the distant fleet.
Without a doubt, for women accustomed to fighting bloody battles with cold weapons, such era-spanning artillery was absolutely a weapon fit only for demons.
More importantly, all of those cannons had been set up out at sea, still a considerable distance from shore. Even if a rare few could move fast enough to evade cannonballs, they could not charge directly at them.
In the end, they could only become targets constantly dodging and weaving.
As for that general, he had been killed during the second round of bombardment. The tower he had occupied had collapsed with a roar, and by now even his corpse was probably