Fighting for Peace?

At this moment, outside the high walls of Twilight Land, a brutal battle had already begun.

The guards racing along the walls skillfully operated machine guns of every kind, lavishly expending bullets fresh off the production line to form firing positions and unleash a satisfying barrage.

With that Metallurgy Master from the Russian Union, the Paradise Guard's equipment had undergone another upgrade in less than half a day.

With Twilight Land's terrifying productivity, as long as they had the technology, production would never cease.

Titan III Exoskeleton Power Armor, the Russian Union Suppression Troops' signature weapon; Vulture-type Anti-Armor Shotguns capable of breaking through the defenses of high-ranking Ascenders; Belobog GACB473 city-defense autocannons... even Svarog II Ground-to-Ground Missiles rolled off the production line endlessly, like eggs laid by a hen.

Once the enormous Steel Moths rose into the sky, dark storm clouds swiftly shrouded Twilight Land. Beneath the dim light, countless bolts of lightning emerged from within, endlessly turning winged Swarm creatures into charred husks that fell like torrential rain.

They had once been the hope entrusted to a new era, weather-control tools that the Changer of Ten Thousand Forms had taken pride in. After being fully transformed by Hell, they had become true weapons of war.

During the War of All Realms, under the Workshop Master's lavish investment, tens of thousands of Iron Moths had once soared above the Sea of Titans, locking down the heavens.

Soon, as the Charlemagne Paladins returned drenched in blood, another mutated angel was dragged into the molten steel furnace. It shrieked miserably as it burned, cruelly broken down by steel into its smallest components, then flowed along the assembly line as countless arms began precise reprocessing.

At last, atop a slowly rising platform, a reborn Steel Spider lifted its slender legs and joined the