At Nora's command, Chloe could not help holding her breath.
She was the chief of Moth Chasing Flame and had taken part in many Transcendent battles, but this was her first time on a mortal battlefield.
Chloe tried to communicate with the self-propelled artillery. The Machine Soul responded almost instantly, and she could sense its excitement without even focusing carefully.
Steel yearned for battle.
The moment her will resonated with the Machine Soul, Chloe felt her five senses spread outward. Her body was no longer flesh trapped inside the crew compartment, but steel advancing across the battlefield.
Bullets cut through the air, while some struck her own thick armor plates, producing crisp impacts and leaving shallow scratches.
Shells screamed past, and Steam Tank fire exploded beside her. The self-propelled artillery on this side immediately answered enthusiastically with gunpowder.
Smoke billowed up, only to be shredded by the shockwaves from the explosions. Soldiers standing a little too close were sent flying. There were no obvious wounds on their bodies, yet their eyes would never open again.
Suddenly, a piercing sound that made her scalp tingle swooped down from the sky.
Chloe looked up. Within the clouds blackened by smoke, a colossal object blocked out the sunlight.
Castel's Hell-III Type armored airship. Its once-yellowed outer skin had been replaced with gleaming armor, while its shark-tooth paint job and scarlet eyes had been preserved.
It moved forward, casting its shadow and bringing death.
The bomb bays suspended beneath its hull opened, and aerial bombs rained down from the sky. The specially designed spoilers on their tail fins assisted with targeting while tearing through the air, producing a shrill howl.
It was said that the people of the Empire called it the Hell Screech.
The armored airship successfully tore open a gap in the