On the ground, freed from the effects of the oppressive aura, the Demon Clan army advanced once more in a dark tide under the command of the High-Ranking Demon Clan.
Eight thousand meters!
Five thousand meters!
Behind the Old Wolf King's tribal positions, rows of ferocious steel beasts roared.
Tanks, Infantry Fighting Vehicles, Self-Propelled Artillery, Box-Launcher Rocket Vehicles...
At the commander's order.
"Fire!"
Boom, boom, boom, boom-!
Over a hundred large-caliber artillery pieces roared at once.
The thunder of shells leaving their barrels swelled into a symphony of destruction.
Over a hundred Artillery Shells and Rockets streaked across the sky, trailing long tongues of flame.
Like meteors, they passed over the charging Demon Clan vanguard and slammed precisely into the densest middle and rear sections of the army.
The next second.
The earth was torn up!
Unending explosions bloomed across the plain like flowers of death.
Every blossoming lotus of flame claimed hundreds or thousands of Demon Clan lives.
Earth and rubble mingled with severed limbs as they were flung hundreds of meters into the air, then rained back down.
Large swaths of the Demon Clan's dense central formation were instantly cleared.
Chaos began to spread.
And this was merely the appetizer.
"Roar!"
At the front, thousands of Bearman warriors over three meters tall roared.
They crouched low, steady as mountains, and the Six-Barrel Gatling autocannons in their hands began spinning furiously.
Whirr-rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!
Flames spat from the muzzles, and a metal storm instantly took shape, tracer rounds clearly marking the direction of their sweeping fire.
The barrage immediately formed an impassable line of death.
The Lesser Demons and Hellhounds charging at the front seemed to be torn apart by invisible giant hands, instantly dissolving into clouds of bloody mist.
Hard bones and thick flesh were as fragile as paper before