The crimson Demon Flame flew from his hand and struck a chariot like a meteor.
Boom!
The flames brimming with demonic power exploded outright.
Armor that could withstand ordinary flintlock rifle fire and ignore the flames of the Otherkind shattered in the explosion. The soldiers inside were burned to charcoal before they could even scream, and the entire chariot fell apart.
At the sight of the destroyed chariot, Naiyier and the handful of Otherkind finally came to their senses.
Their faces were pale, their eyes filled with shock.
"This, this..."
"Impossible!"
"How is that possible?!"
The Otherkind who had been holding the white flag high with such arrogance could no longer speak coherently.
The others around him trembled like leaves.
Something instilled in them since childhood, something they had dismissed as an absurd legend, had become reality. The shock it brought was truly beyond imagining.
Especially when they stood on the opposite side of that legend-the terror alone was enough to consume them in an instant.
Naiyier was trembling too.
As a hybrid of Otherkind and human, he also knew the legend of the "Emperor." He had once chanted those words himself.
But he had never believed it was real.
He had even mocked the Otherkind and hybrids who clung to that ridiculous belief.
But now...
Looking at the figure atop the black warhorse with crimson eyes, Naiyier shuddered.
He seemed to sense unmistakable killing intent!
But he did not want to die!
He still had so many ambitions left unfulfilled!
How could he die like this?
No, he would not die!
The one who died would be his opponent!
The thought that sprang into his mind made the flesh on Naiyier's face quiver. He roared savagely, "Fire the cannons! Aim at him and fire!"
His roar carried far across