"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The ground shook violently.
The Siege Behemoths, nearly a hundred meters tall, lumbered forward, trampling the low-order demons that failed to dodge out of their path into pulp.
Their enormous bodies formed a moving wall of despair.
In the distance, a blazing streak came screaming from the direction of the Portal.
A 155 mm laser-guided armor-piercing shell!
"Clang-!"
The shell slammed into a Siege Behemoth's bone armor, bursting into a shower of blinding sparks.
The thick bone armor was instantly pierced and blasted open, cracks spreading around the hole as black blood seeped out.
The behemoth let out a roar of pain.
"Keep charging, you brainless fool!"
At Wolaz's merciless urging, the behemoth merely staggered before enduring the pain and pressing forward.
Such was the physique of a peak fourth-order magical beast: by sacrificing agility, it gained defense comparable to the fifth order and a terrifying health pool.
In past wars, only high-order magic and divine spells could effectively injure them, making them the best troops for breaking through fortifications.
But now, those "iron spears" raining from the sky left them in agony.
It was worth mentioning that the Demon Clan had an incredibly strict hierarchy. Even if Wolaz ordered it to its death, it would not dare utter a single complaint.
They swung the enormous stone hammers and bone axes in their hands, clumsily trying to block the shellfire, but with little effect.
On the Treant Gorut's shoulder, a platoon leader shouted,
"Where are the Thermobaric Bombs? Try one on that big fellow! Watch the distance-don't hit our own!"
At his words, a soldier shouldered a man-portable launcher. After confirming that no enemy flying units nearby would block the shot, he aimed at a distant Siege Behemoth.
If it were intercepted at close range and exploded,