A gentle breeze swept across the battlefield strewn with corpses and blood, instantly filling the side that had suffered devastating losses with an indescribable shock and terror.
The general in ornate armor, a man around fifty, was trembling uncontrollably.
As a military commander who had fought his sworn enemy for half his life, he had seen Dragon's Descendants awaken and enter battle, slaughtering hundreds or thousands of ordinary soldiers in an instant. He had also witnessed the madness of modified warriors after awakening, indiscriminately attacking friend and foe alike, and tearing open human bellies to eat their internal organs.
For a time, the aging general had believed that nothing in the world could stir his heart anymore—not even death.
But now, he finally realized that he had been wrong...
Terribly wrong!
The thunderous roar of the artillery and the sight of firearms cutting down cavalry and infantry like wheat were ten thousand times more horrifying than any Dragon's Descendants or modified warriors.
The latter could indeed play a crucial role in important battles, but their numbers were ultimately limited, and they were extremely prone to losing control and going berserk after awakening.
But what about firearms and artillery?
Ordinary soldiers alone could use and operate them. Anyone who was not a fool could understand what it meant for these weapons to be deployed on a large scale and how they would transform warfare.
"G-General, I don't think there's any need for us to suppress the rebellion anymore. The most important thing now is figuring out how to escape from this vicious army, then report the enemy's weapons and tactics to the Royal Court Meeting," the somewhat younger adjutant reminded him with a grave expression.
Although their earlier "probe" had cost them a great many valuable cavalrymen and infantrymen, such losses