"Birrus's third line of defense has been breached!"
"Sir Raval's battalion is requesting reinforcements!"
"Enemy aerial units have appeared near Sphinx Spire—"
"They're at twelve o'clock!"
Veronica's face was cold.
The female Legion Commander gestured toward the Heavy Crossbowmen from Yadi not far away. The officer saluted her, then led the heavily armored crossbowmen toward the top of the fortress.
Purple arcs of light periodically illuminated the horizon, vanishing in a flash but shining brightly enough to light up the entire massive battlefield.
Bright spots appeared one after another, outlining the pale-blue web behind them—a curtain of light more than a dozen kilometers wide. Behind it, the colossal object that had completely risen from underground hung suspended in midair, its surface flashing with a metallic sheen like a hexagonal prism stretching thousands of meters in every direction.
And that was the Tower of Babel.
Under the backdrop of the enormous tower, the crisscrossing mountains of Alqash looked no more than a miniature tabletop model, while the human defensive system resembled nothing more than lines of dust.
As for the human soldiers relying on those fortresses to resist, they were so tiny they were almost invisible.
Yet even the smallest beings could still stain the entire land with color when their numbers were enough to fill the whole valley. On one side of the undulating mountains were the red positions of the Crusians; on the other was a surging purple ocean advancing forward, the two sides interlocking like jagged teeth.
Veronica was watching from afar as the Heavy Crossbowmen advanced up the walkway along the city wall.
At this distance, the more than sixty crossbowmen were as tiny as a writhing black line. Nightmare Insects screamed down from the sky, forcing the crossbowmen to stop and raise their tower shields. From