Boom boom boom boom boom boom!
The ground trembled, and the sky quaked.
Along the defensive line, countless weapons fired beams of light at once. The dim heaven and earth suddenly lit up, and then countless approaching grotesque creatures died in unison.
Almost at the same time, the shoulder-fired Steel Fists pulled their triggers. Arm-thick beams violently slammed into the formations of grotesque creatures, blasting apart swathes of bodies.
The Magic Rune Cannons also began to show their power. Shell after shell slid continuously from their scorching barrels, densely raining down upon the approaching army of Demonized Creatures. Wherever they landed, they cleared everything away, like gusts of death sweeping through.
Of course, the grotesque creatures would not willingly submit to slaughter. After the creatures at the front paid a terrible price, those behind them successfully reached the defensive line and swiftly lunged inward.
Some soldiers were forced to activate the wind blades at the ends of their weapons and engage in close combat. Goring and his group, who had only just returned inside the defensive line and rested briefly, rejoined the battle as well.
Battle, battle, a battle at white-hot intensity...
Whether human or grotesque creature, everyone did their utmost to kill the other side. Only by wiping out the enemy could they survive.
In this process, life became utterly insignificant. Death was simply death, and surviving was nothing worth celebrating, because they could die at any moment afterward.
Blood sprayed both inside and outside the defensive line, while corpses piled up everywhere. Heavy panting and savage roars filled every corner. The scene looked incredibly chaotic... but upon closer inspection, one could see that the most fundamental order within that chaos had not yet collapsed: military command.
"Eighth Battalion, reinforce Defensive Line Five!"
"Reserve Sixth Battalion, replace Reserve Third