"Whoosh-"
With a dull report, a shell left the barrel and traced a high arc over the entire battlefield, landing precisely in the rear of the Demon Clan army.
That was where the Demon Clan's Liches and ranged units were gathered.
"Boom!!!"
An explosion erupted, instantly blasting the Demon Clan units preparing to cast protective barriers into the sky.
Atop the head of the Treant in the middle, the vehicle-mounted laser weapon was also showing its might, precisely targeting the Demon Clan's flying units.
Its insufficient power prevented instant kills, but the effects of its irradiation were already enough.
Every target struck by the beam darted about as if its backside were on fire, utterly incapable of fighting.
The inconceivable sight left every Elf and demon who saw it briefly stunned.
"Th-this... this..." Elder Valerius stood on the city wall, pointing at the Treants, his lips trembling, unable to form a complete sentence.
He felt as though his entire worldview had been shattered in that instant, then pinned to the ground and ground into the dirt over and over.
Mounting Tanks on Treants to serve as artillery platforms?
He had to admit, what a stroke of genius!
The idea had originated during a training session a few days earlier.
While Adrian led the Technology Corps in familiarizing themselves with these Great Xia weapons, their delight at the weapons' tremendous power had been accompanied by the same awkward problem the Holy Human Race faced-the fuel ran out too quickly.
"General, without that fuel called 'diesel,' these big steel things can't move!" an Elf in charge of logistics reported with a miserable expression.
What were they supposed to do?
Request another purchase from Great Xia?
*Report to the Queen that they needed to commit more resources before they had even demonstrated their