Just as death fell from the sky.
Destruction descended.
The heavily guarded underground plaza was attacked from an unexpected angle. The anti-aircraft guns aimed at the entrance did not even have time to turn before the crisscrossing machine-gun fire swept through, and the specters had already vanished without a trace.
Then, they were right at hand!
The slaughter began from the most vulnerable center.
From the shadows, hateful iron crows spread their wings one after another. Their iron feathers were like blades, and the surging Crow Tide formed a storm of destruction. Wherever the tide passed, everything was torn apart amid flames and explosions.
"Flamethrowers! Hurry, bring out the flamethrowers—"
In the plaza, the commanding captain turned and shouted, but his head immediately rolled from his shoulders. Then, the flamethrower that had just been raised was blown apart by a slash through the air.
Flames surged like an enraged torrent.
And from within the fire, that cold, solemn figure that could not be burned away burst forth, clutching Wolf Beast Iron Hammer as he descended from above.
Shockwaves and blood spread outward.
When the machine guns controlled by the defense system finally caught up with that figure, the Crow Tide in the sky abruptly contracted, turning into countless iron shards that slashed into the vast torrent of metal.
All one could see were sparks bursting continuously through the air as the red-hot bullets warped and twisted, falling to the ground with sharp hisses.
Irises bloomed silently, taking root in steel and spreading through the flowing blood. Their fragrance diffused everywhere—still lingering at the tip of the nose even through gas masks, bringing a refreshing, soul-stirring death.
The garrison troops fell without a sound.
Like wheat in a gale.
And when the defensive machine guns were finally twisted into ruin beneath