"Power Angel!"
Meng Chao reflexively blurted out a name that sounded especially terrifying even amid the flames of the apocalypse.
In the Dragon City Civilization of his previous life, terminology from the Earth Era had been used to classify the Holy Light Faction's Ultimate Weapons.
The magical puppets known as "Power Angels" specifically referred to heavyweight opponents that were enormous, slow to attack, clumsy in movement, yet possessed devastating destructive power.
To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, a Power Angel was like the Holy Light Faction's Train Cannon.
Though it was ill-suited for close-quarters combat where bayonets met in blood, it was perfect for tearing down cities and strongholds, laying waste to dozens of miles.
Deep within Meng Chao's mind still lingered images from his previous life of Power Angels firing at full force and instantly melting dozens of Dragon City tanks and armored vehicles into scrap metal.
Presumably, this colossal thing had been transported from the outside world at tremendous cost by the Holy Light Army three thousand years ago, all to blast open the gates of the Holy Mountain Temple.
Who knew how great a price the mages and Holy Light Priests of that era had paid to guide this Power Angel safely through the complex and ever-changing environment of the Holy Mountain Depths.
However, what made Meng Chao's scalp crawl the most was not the Power Angel's conventional methods of attack.
Meng Chao knew very well that, like a Train Cannon, a Power Angel stored enormous quantities of ammunition and high-energy substances within itself in order to unleash earth-shattering destructive power. It was practically a mobile arsenal after another.
After three thousand years of corrosion, judging from the Power Angel's battle-scarred, hole-riddled state, heaven knew what its insides had corroded into, how much ammunition and high-energy material