Tens of thousands of large-caliber armor-piercing shells wove a net of certain death, while several man-portable rockets trailed flames and slammed into Yaxes's chest.
Flames soared, and gunsmoke instantly swallowed that massive figure.
Mars dug his fingers into the desktop, veins bulging on the backs of his hands.
Die, damn you!
All of you, die!
But the next second, his expression froze in disbelief.
The smoke cleared, and Yaxes stood tall and proud.
The armor-piercing shells that could rip through steel plates had all turned to scrap against the barrier, clattering to the ground like rain.
Yaxes picked up a scorching warhead and laughed aloud.
"So weak it's a joke!"
It slowly drew the Greatsword from its back, dark-red, solidified demonic energy leaping wildly.
"Bipeds, are you ready to receive the Abyss's blessing?"
Before its words had faded, the Greatsword slashed down!
A crescent of black sword energy dozens of meters long cleaved into the position with a sonic boom.
The bulletproof steel plates were flimsier than paper. The three armored vehicles in the front row, along with the soldiers inside, were instantly split in two.
There was no bloodshed. The searing demonic energy burned flesh and blood straight into charcoal.
But this was merely the appetizer.
The Portal blazed, and endless low-order members of the Demon Clan poured out like a black tide bursting through a breached dam!
Corroders dripping powerful acid, Heavy Armor Demon Soldiers waving four arms, Hellhounds with mouths full of fangs...
They packed the entire plaza.
They pressed forward over the corpses of their own kind. Bullets hitting their bodies raised, at most, a few sprays of black blood, instead fully igniting their bloodthirsty instincts.
The defensive line was torn apart in an instant! This was a slaughter across an insurmountable gap, with no uncertainty