Explosions erupted one after another, swallowing the Centaurs galloping like the wind in raging flames.
Countless small mushroom clouds, each about three meters across, rose over the battlefield!
They billowed up in waves, each new cloud engulfing the last...
The explosions continued. The force of more than ten thousand Sparrow Rockets exceeded even the combined firepower of all the Enchanted Cannons that had fired before.
In an instant, this flank became the focus of the entire battlefield. Everyone who could see it turned to look, whether in shock, fear, bewilderment, or stunned disbelief.
Mushroom clouds rose one after another, merging into a thick bank of black smoke. Not a single Centaur emerged from it.
Everyone who witnessed the scene, including the five Calamity-Rank Strong Ones in the sky, was stunned.
They, too, had ways to wipe out ten thousand people in an instant, but those were Calamity-Rank ultimate attacks. They had never imagined that Marine Armors, each piloted by someone no stronger than Formal Rank, could cause such destruction.
On the battlefield, the Marine Armor Legion was still skimming over the ground at breakneck speed.
Their Steam Cores ran at full power. From above, each five-person squad formed an arrowhead, and the squads combined into an even larger arrowhead charging toward the human heavy cavalry behind the Centaurs.
The human heavy cavalry had intended to follow the Centaurs and pick off the survivors. Once the Centaurs scattered the enemy, they would charge in and deal another blow.
Instead, the mighty Centaur force had been wiped out in the blink of an eye!
The human heavy cavalry commander stared in disbelief. Then he saw those devilish tin cans, their thick Mecha breastplates painted with skulls or Kobolds, charge into the smoke left by the explosions and burst out the other side.