As the two sides closed into melee, silent cannon fire and blinding beams flashed through space, followed by a swift barrage from countless artillery arrays.
The enemy's overwhelming numbers did not mean they were primitives.
Sheltered among the Demons of Desire were over a thousand Comet-class warships and roughly fifty Catastrophe-Class warships.
The warped guns aboard those ships had also opened fire.
Volley after volley of twisted, pitch-black, blasphemous shells hurtled toward them, trailing long tails.
Silent impacts blossomed soundlessly in space, then faded away.
Defensive energy intercepted ninety-five percent of the enemy's barrage.
The remaining five percent struck the thick walls without inflicting any meaningful damage.
Yet in that brief interval, the enemy army had already swept forward.
Powerful guns fired continuously, while energy beams poured down like a meteor shower.
Vast numbers of Demons of Desire were blasted to pieces, yet still more charged madly toward the Iron Front.
In an instant, hordes of Demons of Desire covered the steel walls along the entire front.
Their sharp claws and fangs tore relentlessly at everything before them.
They beat their wings, constantly uttering demonic sounds that beguiled the mind and spewing disgusting masses of flesh from their mouths.
Thirty minutes after the massive enemy assault was detected, the two sides entered close combat.
Within moments, scales clashed with steel atop the steel walls.
Bombs and rifle fire crisscrossed the battlefield.
Under the direction of countless officers, the wide-eyed, tense soldiers rapidly rotated positions, replenished their ammunition, and cooled their searing gun barrels.
"No good! They're advancing too fast! The forward line has fallen!"
"Machine gun positions, fall back! Fall back immediately!"
The commander roared into the radio.
As the machine gun positions rapidly withdrew, their supporting fire briefly slackened.
The hordes of Demons of Desire immediately surged forward at