Right next to the Elves was the Holy Human Race's camp.
The Holy Knights still wore their signature silver-white armor, but the longswords and shields they had originally carried had all been replaced with large-caliber machine guns and automatic rifles.
The metallic texture of the firearms mingled with the sacred radiance of their magical armor, creating an indescribably strange beauty.
Most outrageous of all were the dozens of heavy tanks following behind their formation.
These tanks were all unpowered versions custom-made for them by Great Xia.
Their hulls were incredibly thick, but inside there were no engines or transmissions. They relied entirely on two burly Holy Knights serving as human engines.
Positioned one behind the other with their feet on the ground, they relied on their formidable physical strength to run inside while pushing the tanks forward.
Each turret also held a gunner responsible for aiming and firing, along with a mage who continuously applied shields and blessings to the tank.
The aerial units riding pegasi also carried backpacks packed full of bombs.
Kael watched his own magically modified armored force as he cast spells, the corners of his mouth curling upward.
Watching those heavy tanks hurtle along on leg power, Lin Mo could not help twitching the corners of his mouth twice.
He nearly broke off his chanting.
This design was just a little hard on shoes.
The Dwarf Clan's troops entered next.
Every one of these hotheaded fellows rode an armored bighorn sheep, with a battle axe or iron hammer hanging from his belt.
The weapons they held were all firearms supplied by Great Xia.
Their barrels and receivers were densely engraved with the Dwarves' unique amplification runes, which flashed with light at the slightest movement.
They had actually turned the firearms into magical equipment too.
Thorin stepped