"Dead End" and Chaos

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Beams crisscrossed, plasma splashed, the ground shook without end, and the howling hot wind turned into a hurricane.

Even the "sky" of the underground space was gradually brought to a boil by cannon fire, lasers, and plasma, making everyone nearly suspect that the metal dome overhead might collapse at any moment.

The members of the adventuring party stood with their mouths agape. Their shock had long since turned to numbness, and they had already lost track of how many volleys the artillery positions had fired.

They only knew that, within a radius of dozens of kilometers ahead, the river of magical light that had been the main target, the mountains and hills, the glowing plants, and the various Energy-Devouring Beasts had mostly been reduced to dust beneath the concentrated bombardment.

The deep craters before them were already a hundred times denser than the lunar craters on the Moon's surface!

"Hmm, the results of the first live test are acceptable."

Quite satisfied with the first battle's results, Evan waved away the lingering smell of gunpowder around him and lightly snapped his fingers.

Snap!

Only then did the long-unceasing roar begin to gradually die down.

Even if their own armory could achieve self-sufficiency across the entire industrial chain, with even the raw materials fully supplied by their own duchy's Territorial Domain—

The logistical expenditure of this battle alone was enough to fight a high-intensity local war between nations.

Yet Evan merely patted the longsword at his waist and smiled faintly.

No matter how costly it was, it was still far, far cheaper than swinging it one more time.

How did that saying go again? Ah, no middlemen taking a cut!

As the dust and smoke in their field of vision gradually dispersed—

That "Moon God" had been locked onto