Lord of Mars, God of War, Guardian of Sovereignty, King of War...
Countless miracles descended amid the iron rain of shattered blades, guarding the Ascender. As the cracked bronze spear rose once more, the projection manifested by the burning star of war grew ever clearer.
Ever more immense!
Having passed through the interceptions of countless Hell Legions and covered a distance equal to the journey there, the first squad, having completed its mission first, successfully returned.
With the help of his teammates, Mars, whose combat strength had been preserved most fully, was the first to reach the battlefield.
Now, with his back against the collapsed fortress, he raised his solemn tower shield once more.
Mars roared.
Countless fragments of sharp blades and armor shuddered in the air, sweeping toward the Dragon Hunting Legion against the storm and lightning. Sparks erupted incessantly from the collisions between lightning and iron.
Amid the flashing electricity, endless streams of molten bronze and iron rained down from The Sky, solidifying into thumb-sized skulls that covered the entire battlefield.
Old men, children, men and women, giant beasts, even the myriad kinds of the Abyssal Swarm...
Each iron skull was the sole trace left behind by the countless defeated who had been harmed by the authority of war, driven to death by blades, and trampled beneath conflict.
Countless souls emerged from the void. At Mars's shout, javelins rose into the sky against gravity like torrential rain, then fell toward the enemy.
Even shattered spears that had veered off course bored deeply into the rock the instant they struck the ground, gouging terrifying holes hundreds of meters deep through earth and stone.
By himself, he stood against the storm of the Dragon Hunting Legion.
Until the storm's aftershocks faded.
Mars's single eye was crimson, while Blood and Fire