Hundreds of thousands of troops in the Mobile Fortress Unit opened fire at once.
Their skills blasted apart the white mist over the First Domain for a moment.
Beams of cannon fire pierced the mist, following precalibrated coordinates toward the First Domain's ruling district.
That was where the First Domain's rich and powerful lived, including the Round Table Meeting's hall.
Statues stood in forests, estates stretched one after another, and nobles' clubs dotted that vast expanse.
Not far away, the filthy, damp Civilian District was crammed into a corner of the Safe Zone.
All the firepower ignored those low, dilapidated houses and fell on the area where the powerful lived.
Shields lit up across the entire ruling district. This was the defense line Count Taylor had spent years preparing for the First Domain's nobles, formed by fusing several Tier Four Artifacts.
But never mind Tier Four Artifacts-even a Tier Five Artifact could not possibly withstand this strike.
The shields had barely appeared before the Eighth Domain's massed attacks blasted them apart.
At that moment, countless nobles looked up at the sky.
They rushed out of banquet halls with wineglasses still in hand, or stood on terraces in their dressing gowns, bewilderment on their faces.
These people were still enjoying their extravagant lives, as though this were just another ordinary day.
Anyone in the First Domain who understood the current crisis had already taken the initiative and moved out, fully prepared for battle. Those left inside the Safe Zone were nothing but fools who could not grasp the state of the war, or incompetents.
Even though all the nobles of the Round Table Meeting had mobilized today and taken the First Domain's elite troops with them, these people still sensed no danger whatsoever.
After all, the strongest nobles on Earth had