At the edge of the giant pit, the setting sun was as red as blood, casting its light over severed limbs, broken arms, and bleached bones scattered across the ground like a cruel painting of war.
These remains had once belonged to brave soldiers of the Noxus Empire. They had fought for their nation's honor, only to be reduced to nothing beneath the Machine God Light Cannon of the Supreme Imperial Arms.
The Noxian generals stood on high ground, staring solemnly at the ruins. Their faces were filled with shock and despair, as though they had witnessed the Empire's end.
They had once believed that their powerful army and superior equipment would be enough to conquer anything.
Yet the scene before them made them realize that they were facing an enemy beyond imagination.
The Machine God known as the Supreme Imperial Arms looked even more terrifying beneath the sunlight.
It stood in the middle of the battlefield like an enormous mountain. Crimson light cannons shot from its chest, each attack like the Grim Reaper's scythe, mercilessly harvesting lives.
"Can we... can we really not win?"
A young general asked in a trembling voice.
"The power of this Machine God has already exceeded our imagination."
Another general spoke in a deep voice.
"We never imagined that the Empire would possess such a powerful trump card."
Their voices were full of helplessness and despair.
"We thought the Empire had already reached the end of the road. Did not expect them to still have a trump card like this..."
A general muttered, his voice filled with disbelief and despair.
They knew that before such an enemy, their army and their nation seemed so small and powerless.
"Fuck, what the hell did these guys do? The power of a single light cannon is practically