Steel Grew Entrails

Under the Tower Spirit's fully automated control, hundreds of millions of gun turrets directly unleashed a blazing, parallel barrage into the sky.

At that moment, the sky of the Mechanical Realm seemed to have become infinitely low. The howling shells had barely left their barrels before flying beyond the Sorcery Garden.

The next moment.

Thunder rumbled like a tide across the gray oceanic surface of the Thousand-Faced Moon, while flames soared into the heavens.

Unlike the cast-iron cannons of the same era, which could only rely on impact force to destroy their targets, the enchanted shells crafted by alchemists combined flames, shockwaves, shrapnel, mana, and other offensive effects.

Their destructive power stood unparalleled in the Material World.

Countless heads of creatures in the gray sea wailed as they turned to ashes.

Originally, only miracle-like powers such as Dreamscape Cruise and the Turin Grand Library could allow matter to exist within the spirit realm.

Yet at this moment, the Mechanical Realm and the Thousand-Faced Moon, suspended in the void,

seemed like two powerful battleships engaged in a boarding battle at sea. The rules of the world had already been rewritten by these beings of immense mystery, and matter and spirit had blended together within the space they occupied.

Rumble...

The terrifying bombardment did not pause for even a moment.

Not only were those horrifying heads being obliterated, but even the vast gray sea itself kept boiling and churning beneath the bombardment of hundreds of millions of gun turrets, gradually turning into harmless smoke and dust before dispersing.

As for the issue of every cannon shot costing a fortune—enough to give even the world's richest man a headache—it was now completely irrelevant.

At this moment, atop the central tower floating in midair,

an elderly man with white hair and a gaunt frame