War of Conquest

This was a conquest.

Both sides were weapons once used to conquer the world: on one side, humans and the weapons they wielded; on the other, the weapons humans had created.

Although he knew there was no chance of victory, victory was not the point. Both sides were displaying humanity's will to conquer—to conquer the earth, conquer the sky, conquer the world. Everything they did existed for that purpose. And now, it was time for the old to give way to the new. The conquerors of the past would display their prestige and achievements to the conquerors of the future. Could the latter show their pride and prove their worth?

"---------!"

Accompanied by a thunderous roar that made even the sky tremble, an enormous shell shot from the Macro Cannon's barrel. The boundless sea of sand immediately surged like a gigantic wave, erupting skyward and joining together in a vast expanse. Countless soldiers screamed as they were flung into the air, then vanished into thin air.

A single strike had annihilated several thousand soldiers. It was hard to believe that such terrifying power had been created by humans.

"Interesting. Is this the weapon wielded by the people of the future?"

Yet in the face of this overwhelming power, enough to make anyone shrink back, the Conqueror King wore an excited expression.

"As expected of a weapon capable of conquering the sea of stars. What kind of existence could the enemies be that require such a weapon to conquer them? Just thinking about it makes my blood boil!"

Riding his beloved steed, he raced forward, completely ignoring the enormous shell as it roared over his head. The Conqueror King laughed heartily. It was not the despair and collapse of facing an invincible enemy, but the expectations and satisfaction of a conqueror