But none of that really mattered. Their soldiers were all riflemen wearing cloth armor.
When it came to melee combat, those cannon fodder on the other side fell apart at the first touch. They could hold their own in a firefight, and their morale held up in bayonet charges, but their fighting ability was just too poor. His own men were all armored, and they won every bayonet fight.
But the Blood Ghosts and vampires were a real nuisance.
They fired arrows, killing a great many people.
At the same time, they kept dodging shots from the Magic Masters in the sky.
It had made the men of this Infantry Battalion afraid to charge.
But then someone appeared who truly changed the course of the battle.
A Blade rushed onto the battlefield, moving with incredible speed.
He sprinted, slid into tackles, and shot down enemies.
It was like he was putting on a demonstration of what it meant for the ranks to be worlds apart.
The Magic shield on his body could withstand several bullets. As long as it wasn't shattered in an instant, he could stop and recast it in just over a second, giving himself a fresh shield.
Add to that his terrifying speed.
He changed the tide of the battle outright.
It was as if an Iron Pilot had entered a World War I battlefield.
All he was missing was a jetpack for a second jump.
But it wasn't that he was exceptionally powerful. It was just that the enemy was too weak.
The vampires and Blood Ghosts on the other side were much more cautious than the Blade.
They never dared expose themselves for long.
Otherwise, they would be treated to artillery fire, followed by mortars and suppressing fire.
If they ran around like the Blade,