When the seventh Tree God Emissary fell from the sky, the Evil Spirit army began to retreat!
Charlotte gave the order to abandon the pursuit. The Gandis Mountains were simply too treacherous; ordinary soldiers and Land Dreadnoughts could not cross them. Although Centurions could attempt the crossing, without the protection of Land Dreadnoughts, a Centurion's true combat power was only equivalent to a low-to-mid-tier Transcendent. They held no overwhelming advantage.
As for the Saint Ranks under Charlotte's command, he was even less willing to use them in a pursuit battle!
An ancient military maxim from the great eastern nation said: do not pursue a desperate foe!
Well, Charlotte simply could not bear to lose such precious combat power as Saint Ranks.
The operators of the Land Dreadnoughts and the pilots of the Centurions climbed out of their iron cans one after another.
Even Old Continent-style tanks forged through Magic Alchemy still could not solve the problem of heat dissipation. The insides of the Land Dreadnoughts were sweltering, and this world had no air conditioning, so the operators could only tough it out. Charlotte had considered assigning every Land Dreadnought a member proficient in wind or ice magic, but Transcendents were scarce to begin with. It was nearly impossible to designate Transcendents of a particular type, and there simply were not enough people.
After crawling out of the Land Dreadnoughts, the operators desperately guzzled water. They were so overheated that some were even sticking out their tongues.
The Centurion pilots were slightly better off, but due to technical limitations, operating a Centurion with both legs put tremendous strain on their thighs. Every one of them had sore legs and was vigorously massaging them. Some even took off their boots to stretch their extremely damp feet.
The long-term combat endurance of Land