Dawn finally tore through the thick, leaden clouds, and dark golden sunlight spilled over the devastated central plains.
The acrid smell of gunpowder mingled with the heavy stench of blood as the cold wind drove it into everyone's nostrils.
Across a hundred li of scorched earth, tens of millions of Demon Clan corpses lay piled like mountains, forming a vision of purgatory.
Outside Great Xia's Fief.
Soldier Wang Qiang operated his Exoskeleton, its hydraulic drive shafts humming faintly.
He pointed, and two Quadruped Robotic Dogs beside him immediately strode forward on alloy legs, precisely clamped onto the severed limbs of a first-order Hellhound, and dragged them into a tracked recovery vehicle behind them.
On the Great Xia army's side, the soldiers only needed to operate machinery to automatically sort the spoils near the Fief before transport vehicles hauled them away.
They even had time to take out individual rations and replenish their strength.
Demon Clan corpses generally had considerable mass. A normal person as tall as one of these corpses weighed around seventy-five kilograms.
A Demon Clan corpse, however, weighed over two hundred and fifty kilograms, more than three times as much as a human.
Without Exoskeleton assistance, the Great Xia people could only have relied on machinery such as loaders and forklifts to clear them away.
Speaking of which, compared with the warriors of Terra's various races, Great Xia soldiers were physically weaker by far more than a little...
By contrast, several kilometers away, the Terra Allied Army's position presented an entirely different scene.
It bustled with activity, like an enormous construction site.
Over a hundred meters underground.
Bang!
Thorin the Dwarf kicked apart a charred rock blocking the way, sending fragments flying.
He gripped his Rune Warhammer and looked around.
He had been lucky enough to escape serious