The Mirror Dimension was a peculiar place. The laws of physics were drastically altered here, and Quinjets and helicopters that relied on electromagnetic force fields and aerodynamic lift could not enter. Otherwise, they would lose control the instant they entered, with a high chance of crashing.
By the twentieth minute of the battle, the Sky Hammer Soldiers, deprived of air support, were gradually starting to struggle. These so-called demons moved quickly and viciously, and the key was that they seemed impossible to kill off completely.
The last missile on Mark's armor exploded amid the horde of demons. Tony had run out of all his heavy ammunition, and the Repulsor Cannon was only moderately effective against demons.
His Iron Man suit was covered in scratches and dents, leaving him in a sorry state.
"Tell me, are you just standing here solving the problem—" Tony flew over Harry's head, but before he could finish, a Giant Demon punched him in the leg, instantly disabling his engine.
Tony fell from the sky, shook his head, and took in the scene around him:
Twisted CMC armor leaked red and white fluids, mangled human limbs lay scattered across the ground, and soldiers who had only one hand left still held their positions everywhere.
When the men at the front ran out of ammunition, volunteers brought them ammo and supplies. When someone fell, Medics risked enemy fire to drag him into the trenches for treatment. The Titans in the rear used heavy firepower to fill the gaps until he could stand again or retreat.
People charged one after another toward death, all so they could hold the ground beneath their feet.
This was what a real front line was like: a meat grinder of flesh and blood. It reminded him of being kidnapped in Afghanistan, but