The Allied Legion naturally did not rely solely on slave creatures as its offensive force; it also had heavy firepower coverage.
Thick energy beams, suffocating in their sheer size, tore through the sky like thunderbolts cast by gods and smashed down upon the Iron Curtain Wall with brutal precision.
With every hit, the supposedly indestructible black wall shuddered violently, while the heavy defensive runes across its surface flashed madly, flickering in and out.
The directly struck areas instantly turned crimson as stone melted and vaporized, leaving behind enormous, horrifying craters and spiderweb-like cracks.
The defenders sheltering behind them often vanished into ash along with that section of the wall. Even Awakened would die if they failed to react in time.
But the Iron Curtain Wall truly lived up to its reputation. It was not a lifeless object; immense energy seemed to circulate within it. Though damaged areas could not recover instantly, its structure stubbornly maintained its overall integrity without collapsing.
Moreover, craftsmen among the Awakened, as well as those with restoration abilities, were always assigned to repair the damaged sections of the wall.
Above the battlefield, the energy turbulence had become violent enough to be visible to the naked eye. Lingering magical lights of every color, exploding fireballs, and streaking energy beams intertwined into a scene of destruction.
Even from so far away, the dull, unceasing impact of the bombardment could be felt through the magical projection.
Countless lives vanished every second.
Duke watched it all in silence. His heart stirred little; he only gained a deeper understanding of the nature of war.
This was a Plane War, a collision between civilizations. There was no right or wrong, only survival and conquest.
And he, along with everyone in the observation post, was merely a tiny footnote in this immense war,