For a time, steel clashed against steel, producing deafening roars.
Beams of ammunition crisscrossed through the air, lighting up the night sky.
Explosions rose and fell in succession, each one accompanied by flying metal fragments.
Everyone watching the livestream was terrified.
This was the power of modern artillery.
If an Ordinary Person stayed on the battlefield, it would be no different from being in hell.
The moment they were exposed, death was certain.
Vast industrial capacity could afford to spend tons of shells just to blow up a handful of people.
And for now, the Emperor's side still held an advantage.
An advantage in ammunition and logistics.
Although the incense fire faction had turned a large number of Robots, it did not have enough ammunition.
They could only use what the Robots carried themselves.
Thus, the war between the two sides was destined to be a one-time affair.
Once the incense fire faction lost, it would have to go into hiding again.
It did not have the means to fight a second battle.
The Royal Guards' Robot Commander directed the battle from the battlefield.
The Super Computer rapidly analyzed the battlefield situation.
Its orders were transmitted to every unit through wireless signals.
Discover, destroy, discover again, destroy again.
If discovered, relocate immediately.
If the enemy got close enough for melee combat, take them down together.
It was that simple.
At that moment, the Emperor noticed something unusual in the livestream.
He saw a somewhat special Robot.
It was one of his own.
Its body was enormous, yet it moved with exceptional agility across the battlefield.
It wielded a chainsaw. The rapidly spinning blade carved streaks of light through the night.
It seemed able to pinpoint enemy positions. Every charge brought it accurately close to an enemy.
Whenever the chainsaw swung,