Flevance was in a somewhat chaotic state at the moment. Soldiers from other countries filled the border regions, so firing cannons indiscriminately was not a good idea.
Even if those countries combined could not defeat Piltover, they were currently flying the banner of humanitarian aid, not terrorist attacks.
If they simply bombarded the place with cannons, their objective would be completely derailed.
"Boss, can't we give them a shot? I bet one blast would make them behave."
The Power Armor squad was already well versed in landing operations. After touching down, they immediately began carrying out their assignments.
Many North Blue nations were seeing such things for the first time. The iron men that had appeared out of nowhere startled them, but not enough to make everyone stop what they were doing.
The soldiers purging Flevance came from different countries, and their command systems had never been unified to begin with. Faced with sudden new enemies, they became even more disorganized.
With the protection of the Power Armor, those bullets could not hurt them, but the incessant clanging was rather irritating.
One Power Armor unit was adjusting the cannon mounted on its shoulder. It looked ready to fire without mercy the moment it received the order.
"They're soldiers too. They're only carrying out orders."
"We have orders from His Majesty Oran too."
"Let me finish. There's no need to kill them outright. Put away the heavy weapons and scare them first!"
"Understood."
The weapons on their bodies were merely icing on the cake. Even without them, the basic capabilities of the Power Armor would let them charge in and out of a crowd with ease.
As long as there was no swordsman capable of cutting steel, they could hold out for quite a while even under naval bombardment.
However, before