The sky shook, rumbling like thunder!
The countless small battlefields, divided and carved apart, were steeped in the mingled stench of gunpowder and blood. Like a thick, clinging mire, they swallowed everyone whole.
Rows of exoskeletal armor advanced like silent statues of death. Powered weapons roared, their icy saw teeth spinning as they tore through one servant creature after another. Blood sprayed across the scorched earth, as savage as a battlefield from hell!
"Break through the blockade! Cover them with fire!"
Mental pulses flowed like electronic signals through the encrypted channels of each squad.
The vast, gloomy sky, blanketed with dark clouds, suddenly split open at one corner!
The human forces seized their chance!
Bullets flew from gun barrels, machine cannons spat flames, and a deadly flood of metal swept away huge swathes of the servant creatures surging forward like a tide.
But the lower servants were nothing more than masses of flesh and blood, so cheap they cost virtually nothing. They formed the first line of defense, meant to impede the advance.
The covering fire lasted less than thirty seconds. A dense black stream of energy quickly filled the gap, and the torn sky snapped shut. The roar of the firearms abruptly ceased as well.
"Push forward! Push forward! We have twenty minutes! We must take the position ahead!"
A field-grade officer relayed the order to every squad through Psionic Communication.
The new recruits, who had no armor to wear, charged forward equipped with only the most basic Powered Weapons.
Swords, chainsaws, battle-axes—they tore through their enemies with ancient, primitive violence!
"War. This is what real war looks like."
Near the contaminated zone in the eastern district, an airship rose into the sky. The bright, dazzling Divine Mecha insignia shone like a beacon in the night, driving back the