Washington had also been reduced to ruins.
The war here was more brutal than anywhere else.
The entire District of Columbia had been reduced to craters, and even Virginia had fallen amid the flames of war.
The two sides engaged in a true firepower confrontation. Orbital weapons, plasma cannons, and even nuclear bombs had blasted the twenty-thousand-square-kilometer battlefield into a wasteland.
The combat zone gradually spread across an area of one hundred thousand square kilometers.
On the battlefield, towering air armaments moved through the smoke like giants, blocking the enemy.
Meanwhile, Arcanists constantly sent explosions and asteroids crashing down from the sky, slaughtering Society members.
Best Controllers darted through the smoke. Hundreds of thousands of women with wings on their backs soared through the air, battling the Arcane Oligarchy's aircraft.
With a hundred thousand dead and their morale utterly shattered, the American troops shouted encouragement to the angels. They had no fighting strength left.
At first, the American troops had been quite tough, clashing head-on with the Arcane Oligarchy.
But they soon experienced the despair of being suppressed in weapons and equipment.
Arcanists wore protective suits that could withstand light weapons and intense radiation. They also carried laser guns capable of piercing tank armor.
They also had hand cannons with power comparable to cruise missiles. They took fifteen seconds to charge, had a range of twenty thousand meters, could level a base with a single shot, and had a kill radius of 1.5 square kilometers!
In other words, every fifteen seconds, they could fire an energy shell bound by a strong magnetic field. Its explosive power was equivalent to six hundred kilograms of high explosives.
Although some weapons on Earth were more powerful, these hand cannons were only equivalent to medium-sized missiles.
But missiles were not individual weapons. For the