Hiss!
The transport aircraft came to a complete stop on the ground. With a crack, its hatch opened. Mechanical equipment moved back and forth across the flat Ironblood airfield, while in the distance, a city scarred beyond recognition and mountains and forests wreathed in smoke could vaguely be seen.
Amid chaotic, clamorous cries urging everyone onward, Anna stepped down from the transport aircraft. The synthetic beasts behind her seemed to sense the Abyssal will to slaughter lurking within this world. They let out muffled roars, heavy with repression.
"I am the commander here. We are currently under invasion by the Abyssal Devil Race. Due south..."
Rumble!
Before the Ironblood commander could finish speaking, the wreckage of a massive warship suddenly crashed onto the airfield not far from them. It struck several mechanical transport units and more than a dozen Ironblood Warriors. Blazing flames surged into the sky, while countless metal fragments scattered down like celestial maidens strewing flowers. Instinctively raising a Wizard Shield, Anna shouted coldly, "I need a guide familiar with the terrain!"
The tall Ironblood commander made a universal hand signal and summoned an Ironblood Warrior from nearby. He then ran toward another Wizard delta-wing fighter that had just landed, while the transport aircraft that had brought Anna rose into the air once more and flew toward the Space Fortress in the void beyond the World Garment's laws.
Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!
Dozens of dark shadows that blotted out the sky dove down from afar at astonishing speed. Those familiar roars and that crushing pressure belonged to the creatures standing at the very top of the Abyssal food chain—the Abyssal Demon Dragons.
Their demonic flame bone wings spread over thirty meters wide. Every inch of their skin seemed hundreds of times tougher than steel, made of Black Gold.