You tell me, is it one arm or not!

Desert guards stand tall on the desolate desert.

They are the first line of defense protecting Set's earthly god's country.

Shedding their mortal bodies, their souls were reshaped. When they materialized again, they became warriors, two and a half meters tall, clad in golden armor, wearing helmets shaped like various animals.

Now, their armor is stained with a viscous fluid, whether it should be called blood or not. It's the Chaos Devils', their own, layer upon layer, sticking to the gleaming golden armor.

Another wave of enemies attacks. Thousands of Chaos Devils, no two alike, surge forward like a turbid tide from afar.

Among the Chaos Devils, a larger Chaos Chieftain of a Thousand lets out a long roar towards the sky. The peacock-feather-like structures on its body unfurl, revealing themselves to be a horrifying array of bone spurs.

Vast amounts of chaotic energy erupt from the gaps between the bone spurs, further muddling this land.

Behind it, amidst the rumbling earth, the Chaos Devils rapidly swing their various limbs, charging towards the Set Army's defense line.

Behind the desert guards, Underworld guardians wearing golden jackal helmets raise their golden scepters. Beams of gloomy cold light shoot towards the Chaos Devils. The interval between each shot is no more than two seconds. The attacks are not lightning-fast but possess a distinct rhythm. Each shot inflicts considerable damage on a Chaos Devil, with chunks of flesh and blood, stone-like fragments, and metal shrapnel disintegrating from their bodies.

However, such attacks are ineffective against the towering figure standing in the desert.

He is like a sun fallen to earth.

He is the eternally unquenchable Fireman.

Countless fireballs, large and small, erupt in all directions indiscriminately. Anyone within five hundred meters of him is subjected to a violent meteor shower of fire.

Desert