Before they knew it, the Demon Clan's charge had long since stopped. Seemingly aware that the battle was lost, they no longer wasted their troops.
Only Demon Clan corpses remained on the beach and the sea, their dark red blood discoloring even the ocean.
The sea breeze carried the smell of charred flesh and blood across the coastal positions, but no one cared anymore.
From within the enormous Portal came perfectly synchronized metallic footsteps, heavy and rhythmic.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Formation after formation of Great Xia soldiers clad in Exoskeleton armor marched onto this otherworldly continent, heads high and chests out, their goose steps imposing.
The Standard-Issue Rifles in their hands gleamed with a metallic sheen. No one could see their expressions beneath their visors, only their deadly air.
An hour later, the infantry formations had finished passing through.
An army of unmanned Mechanical Dogs poured out of the Portal.
These four-legged machines carried machine guns on their backs and ammunition crates mounted on both sides. Moving swiftly, they converged into a moving metal formation and silently headed toward their designated areas.
Last came an endless convoy of logistics vehicles, loaded with ammunition, food, and medical supplies, slowly driving out.
On a distant hillside, Kael, Balin, Elder Muyu, Grom, and the others were utterly dumbfounded.
Their mouths hung open, their throats dry, and they could not utter a word.
The sight before them made them feel like natives entering a city.
"Are... are these soldiers Great Xia's elite forces or ordinary soldiers?" Even the Centaur Grom's voice trembled.
He had never seen such presence, such spirited bearing and absolute obedience to orders.
The Dwarf Balin's great beard quivered incessantly as he stared fixedly at the soldiers in Exoskeleton armor, then looked at the Mechanical Dogs.
"Oh, God of Craftsmen, do