The next instant, an immense psychic shock poured down on the legion.
The Bald Commander at the very front raised his door-sized greatsword, trying to defend himself.
But against that force, it did nothing.
The greatsword snapped instantly. Within a tenth of a second, his heavy breastplate collapsed inward, pressing against his spine.
Then came the sharp cracks of breaking bones...
"How... is this possible..."
Even at the moment of his death, the Bald Commander still did not understand what had happened.
As a High Sequence Beyonder of the Warrior Pathway, his body should have been tougher than anything else. Why had this happened?
But no one could answer his question anymore, nor could he ever learn the answer.
Then, starting from that point, the spiritual barrier formed by the combined strength of numerous Beyonders shattered on the spot.
Vice Admiral Victor's hand froze in midair, still holding his binoculars.
Through them, he saw that the vanguard battalion's former position had become a crater more than fifty meters across.
There were no intact bodies at the bottom, only a paste of earth mixed with flesh and blood.
The physical toughness those High Sequence Beyonders took such pride in was flimsier than tofu before this force.
Amid the bloody sludge, clumps of hostless Beyonder Characteristics wriggled aimlessly like worms, trying to gather together again.
"Hiss—"
Scalding exhaust vented from the gaps in the Zaku's armor. White steam mingled with gunsmoke, enveloping the entire battlefield.
Its crimson mono-eye swiveled toward the ordinary soldiers in the distance...
Deathly silence fell over the imperial positions.
The ordinary soldiers in the trenches could no longer even hold their guns. Their knees buckled, and they dropped straight into the muddy water, yellow liquid seeping from beneath their crotches.
Those had been Beyonders.
As far as they