Green's combat-readiness order jolted all the terrified Demon-Hunting Wizards under his command back to their senses.
That terrifying particle beam attack, which had nearly pierced through the entire battlefield, was a strategic weapon capable of destroying a small world. With ease, it blasted the millions of Wizards and slave monsters in its path into ash, completely erasing every trace of their former existence from the Endless World.
Rumble! Rumble!
Two Space Fortresses were struck by the Star-Destroying Particle Cannon. One was destroyed head-on, and tens of thousands of metal fragments fell like meteor shards from the sky, trailing long flames and scattering like celestial maidens casting flowers. It seemed that every Wizard aboard the entire Space Fortress, perhaps even including the Stigmata Wizard stationed there, had been wiped out by that single shot, with not one spared.
This was purely a matter of luck, even for the stationed Stigmata Wizard.
Green could only count himself fortunate. Thankfully... that shot had not landed on him.
The other Space Fortress seemed luckier. The Star-Destroying Particle Cannon had merely grazed past several hundred meters away, yet even its residual power had melted half of the metal fortress entirely. It fused with the other half into a single metal lump and plummeted from the sky.
As for the Wizards aboard?
Even though it was merely an energy aftershock, their bodies, exposed to its might, were washed over countless times by the particle beam in an instant and completely disintegrated. Only the Stigmata Wizard stationed within let out a roar, expanding his mechanical true form and protecting his vital parts with all his strength, enduring that fatal attack.
Whoosh!
At that moment, perhaps no one else noticed the fleeting figure amid the chaotic battlefield. But Green, who had been sensing that surviving Stigmata Wizard through