The light rail leading to Corporate Plaza was wrapped in neon lights, which had already been battered and broken by "Current Theft," which had swept through most of Heywood.
Sparks kept falling from the tubes. The lights, once uniform and coordinated, though never particularly pleasing to the eye, had become scattered and shattered.
In contrast, the sky had been claimed by something else that was uniformly coordinated.
Charged Particle Cannon shells, their warheads heated to over 1,500 degrees Celsius.
The surfaces heated by the electromagnetic coils were made of plasma, with temperatures exceeding 3,000 degrees Celsius, though there wasn't much of it. As the warheads skimmed through the air and the plasma dissipated, it ionized the air, leaving behind faint blue trails.
But compared to the heated metal, those faint blue trails were nothing-
The warheads all glowed a dazzling orange-red. On such a strange night, they looked a little like streetlights.
Of course, they only looked like streetlights to those who had activated their Sandevistan.
A total of six Charged Particle Cannon shells shot out from between the crisscrossing overpasses, each one landing on the route the Iron Tide had to take.
Along with the falling shells came some powerful rockets, grenades, and bullets, as well as a full eight modified Centaur Exoskeletons-
The first batch purchased by NPCD had supposedly contained thirty-six units, but the first armored division had only been equipped with six, and those wouldn't even finish training and enter service until sometime in the coming month.
Yet these mercenaries had eight of them at the ready. They could have pinned NCPD's armored division to the ground.
It was like rain.
A rain of iron.
In the slowed-down world, the people equipped with Sandevistan were the first to react, adjusting their stances. But the differences in