The end of destruction often came in an instant.
But before that, it needed despair so prolonged its end could not be seen as a prelude.
As the nine Armored Giants, shrouded in flames within the storm formed by the Spirit of the Movement, advanced step by step, the Praiser's expression began to twitch. Involuntarily, he took a step back—
But beneath his feet, the hundred-legged, thousand-eyed beast had never obeyed his command. It did not retreat.
In truth, bound by the Sorrowful Rope, it had long since been unable to move. It could only convulse in terror as the gleam of iron drew closer and closer to its face.
Several soldiers of the Iron Legion raised their wolf-headed warhammers and Burning Axes. Their movements suddenly stalled for a moment. After exchanging glances and recalling Huai Shi's orders, they lowered their weapons.
Then... they drew little knives from the ejection sheaths on their legs.
As the hundred-meter bodies crouched down, blades no larger than fingernails aimed at the beast's violently twitching face and slowly approached.
Behind them, the hundred-armed skeleton roared. Thick blood sprayed from the gaps in its body, guiding a vast tide of walking corpses into a counterattack. But from the gigantic flame-jet backpacks came the heavy echo of Metal Fuel surging.
Everything was swiftly buried beneath flames shooting into the sky.
The skeleton flew into a rage. Countless vicious, venomous curse rays shot from the skulls all over its body. Curses and Death Poison sufficient to wither an entire city flew toward Lattice 1-7 at point-blank range.
And then, there was no then.
?
Lattice 1-7 lowered his head blankly, looking at the fuel gauge on the dashboard, which had suddenly filled to the point of nearly overflowing.
He did not understand what had happened.
He merely