"What kind of weapon is that?!"
"How are we supposed to beat a monster like that?!"
The surviving King's Army soldiers had plunged completely into the depths of panic. The color drained from their faces, their pupils constricted violently with sheer terror, and they could barely hold on to their weapons.
These battle-hardened veterans had forged wills of steel through countless life-and-death struggles, yet now it was as if an invisible hand had seized them by the throat. Even their breathing trembled.
The Coastal Defense Cannons they had bought at great expense from the Underworld black market—those war behemoths they had once taken pride in, claiming they could pierce any armor—were as fragile as sandcastles built by children before that blazing laser, shattering at the slightest touch.
Overwhelming terror, like an icy tide, instantly washed away the ferocity and bloodlust they had accumulated through years of warfare.
Many soldiers could no longer maintain their composure. They hurled down their rifles and fled madly toward the plains behind them like startled rabbits.
Incoherent screams poured from their mouths, as though death-dealing demons were chasing them from behind. Even the commanders' hoarse roars went unheard as they focused only on escaping this battlefield of despair with all their strength.
"What are you panicking for?! Stop right there!!"
The Armored Battalion commander in the rear had bloodshot eyes, veins bulging across his forehead. He abruptly drew the gleaming saber at his waist and, with a single stroke, cut down the fastest fleeing soldier on the spot.
Blood splattered across his twisted face, but he paid it no heed as he howled with all his strength:
"Armored unit, attack!! Ram that hunk of iron over!! Tear it into a pile of scrap!!"
At the commander's roar, fifty heavily armored soldiers immediately raised their massive