Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Desert Ark, serving as the stronghold's central hub, suddenly opened fire.
Highly condensed magic energy shells rained down like a meteor shower.
Lanwen Locke was quite a figure himself.
As expected of the top man of the Heretic Inquisition in Dusk Sand Province, he never hesitated when he made a move.
A few days earlier, when the army had arrived here, it was also he who had ordered them to wait and observe.
At the time, Bishop Regen had already been itching to charge into the city and rescue those church comrades.
If they had chosen to attack then, there probably would not have been even scraps left of them.
Even now, despite gathering quite a few reinforcements, they still held no advantage against the aggressive Heretic Army.
The central army raised its shields.
More than ten Magic Energy Shield generators took turns sustaining them.
Large parallel mana bottles ensured a steady supply of magic energy.
Even under enemy bombardment, they could remain relatively stable.
Faced with the tempting artillery positions.
Lanwen Locke chose to send his cavalry charging straight at them.
Yet he still had doubts in his heart.
Even after the enemy's central army noticed his intentions, they showed no sign of retreating. They had not even put away their magic energy cannons.
After confirming that the enemy's eastern and western flanks had not changed position.
A trace of unease rose within him.
Especially the eastern army, where the enormous figure of the Wasteland King stood guard.
With that in mind, he gathered seven legendary powerhouses and led four Punitive Expeditionary Force legions, totaling 240,000 men, to press forward from the flank.
If something truly happened on the eastern flank, they would be able to push in promptly.
At the very least, they would