Gron surged straight toward the Royal City's palace with the might of an entire army behind him.
An abrupt shift from defense to offense hardly seemed reasonable.
But Gron believed he had already eliminated one of the enemies with the god-given item.
The best choice now was to exploit that opening before the enemy realized anything was wrong, expanding his advantage as much as possible.
The soldiers, frustrated by their defensive position within the city walls, had finally found a chance to attack. They, too, needed to unleash their fury.
Following in the footsteps of the Sunfire God's Chosen of God, they roared as they advanced. The battle had taken a turn.
Since the king himself was utterly defenseless and relied solely on seven machines to deal with outside threats, at least one had to remain behind to guard him.
Then there was Unit Two, which had been defeated beneath the city walls, as well as Number Seven and the machine sent out to probe the enemy even earlier.
The mere three machines remaining in the inner city instantly went from attackers to hunted prey.
A tiny dagger could paralyze them instantly with the lightest touch. It was utterly incomprehensible, but that was the reality.
This attack targeted the soul, making it impossible to defend against, especially for machines that no longer even possessed independent awareness.
The Expedition Army's first target was the artillery unit that kept pinning them down with long-range fire.
Whenever they encountered it, they could only take a beating without fighting back. Now everyone knew it had to be the first to fall in their counterattack.
Number Six carried a multibarreled cannon on its back. Its four legs could anchor it to any surface, allowing it to fire from any position.
But to maximize its firepower,