The violent explosion sent flames and shock waves surging skyward. Under the intense heat and pressure, the thick carapaces of those Heavy Armor Demon Soldiers were torn apart like paper, their severed limbs flying dozens of meters.
The explosion rivaled a Fireball Spell unleashed at full power by a fourth order archmage!
Yet the squad leader merely drew another identical metal tube from his back, loaded it expertly, and took aim again.
Across the battlefield, the Technology Corps on the flank became the most dazzling presence.
The enchanted storm of metal woven by rifles and machine guns cut down the charging low-order Demon Clan troops in swathes, like wheat before a scythe.
The Elves threw hand grenades as though they were "alchemical bombs," each one blasting a clearing of death in the Demon Clan ranks.
By comparison, although the traditional archers' arcing volleys remained elegant and deadly, their efficiency paled before the Technology Corps.
Many archers even stopped shooting, staring slack-jawed at their allies on the flank.
"My heavens... just what sort of monsters did General Adrian bring back?"
"Th-this is Great Xia's weaponry?"
"That rate of fire... that power... Goddess of Nature above, what have we been fighting with all this time?"
Elder Valerius stood atop the city wall, his face livid as he watched it all.
He had originally come to watch Adrian and those "iron lumps" make fools of themselves.
In his mind, how could such crude creations possibly compare to the combat arts and magic the Elves had passed down for a thousand years?
Yet the sight before him was like a resounding slap across his face.
That torrent of steel made of bullets displayed a savage, efficient, utterly uncompromising beauty of destruction.
It was not as dazzling as magic, but it was deadlier and colder.