Front lines, rear areas, battlefields, support units, field hospitals... Now, Lord of the Clouds' will darted swiftly through hell, evading suppression and blockades from both sides as it recklessly scattered this power.
Yet the progress was agonizingly slow.
Too slow.
No, it still wasn't enough!
At least two-fifths of the Source Matter was still sitting in his hands. There was simply no time to spend it all.
In that case, he could only waste a little more...
Lightning abruptly shifted course and lunged toward the rear of the battle line.
It raced across the wilderness.
The piercing thunder made the struggling convoy slowly raise their heads, staring in bewilderment at the lingering rifts in the sky.
But the changes that followed soon drew everyone's attention.
It was as though some enormous object was rapidly falling from the sky toward the ground not far from them.
What was that?
"Meteor!!!"
The scout at the front vigilantly raised his binoculars and shouted hoarsely, "Everyone fall back! Get dow—"
Boom!
Before he could finish, an explosive crack burst overhead.
Huge objects fell to the ground one after another, rolling about without any pattern. Their heavy bodies gleamed with metal, covered in mud and dust, nearly piling up before their eyes.
Leaving them utterly stunned...
Wait, why was standardized Type II defensive fortifications and standard external armor plating falling from the sky?
At that moment, who knew how many sets of temporary fortification components and what looked like freshly manufactured armor plates lay before them, piled into mountains.
And there was more than one mountain!
What the fuck was this?
A hallucination?
No, that couldn't be right.
One Ascender refused to believe it. He pulled down his mask, went over and bit it twice, nearly cracking a tooth. When he turned back, he nodded