Anse No. 6 Arsenal—this had once been a beautiful, peaceful place.
Green grass and rivers complemented one another. Anse Type 5 Tanks rolled off the arsenal's production lines and were transported to the front lines, into what seemed like an endless bloody war against the witches. Severely wounded Anse servants were shipped back to the arsenal and turned into parts of Anse Type 5 Tanks.
Oh, and there were the spike cages hanging high overhead.
And that memorable shallow lake stocked with crocodiles.
But now, this place had become a wasteland.
The entire land had undergone massive desertification. Countless radioactive crystalline formations had been driven into the ground, while pools of green flesh covered what had once been grassland.
All of this stemmed from the terrifying effects of the arcane nuclear bomb. High-intensity arcane radiation could stimulate flesh into mutation and cause life to wither away. Meanwhile, the crystal dust produced by the explosion brought about the affliction known as [Black Flesh Crystallization], allowing radiation sickness to continuously spread contamination through crystallization and inflict even greater suffering.
The arcane nuclear bomb's lethal radius was only one and a half kilometers, but its radiation range was more than a thousand times greater.
This vicious weapon had not been designed to kill enemies, but to [injure] them. Put simply, it could drain the enemy's supplies and living forces to the greatest extent possible. After all, wounded people needed treatment and recuperation before they could return to battle. Its main purpose could be said to be creating supply difficulties.
Fortunately, the Greater Anse Elves were cold-blooded and ruthless. Any infected creature was shot on the spot. Otherwise, they might truly have fallen for the witches' scheme!
Amid these desertified ruins, poorly equipped Anse servant troops were searching for the culprit.
Rustle, rustle,