Death Knights

On the Feather Race's frontal battlefield.

The linear distribution of the supply routes had stretched the combat zone between the Feather Race and the Divine Crown Knights Legion into a long, narrow strip spanning twenty kilometers. The Feather Race's forces were concentrated at four defensive points, each supporting and watching over the others.

Having received the order to retreat, the commander of the Divine Crown Knights Legion could only have his troops disengage in an orderly fashion. He dared not let disorder throw his own ranks into chaos or give the enemy an opening to exploit.

Several heavily laden trucks roared up beside the Bone Model formation. Their cargo-bed panels dropped open, revealing supply crates stacked to the brim. Feather Race warriors jumped aboard and swiftly began unloading.

"Look sharp, all of you! Fill the Bone Models' ammunition bays, now!" the commander of the Bone Machine Second Battalion bellowed. "The enemy has already started retreating. The order to pursue could come at any moment!"

"Yes, sir!" everyone answered in unison.

The Bone Model war machines were formidable in combat, but their ammunition consumption was correspondingly enormous. In the brief engagement just now, each Bone Model had spewed out nearly a ton of ammunition. Empty casings and discarded packaging had piled up in little mountains nearby, a sight that pained the Feather Race warriors to no end.

"If all this were turned into gold coins, and I were the enemy, I might as well just sell them my life," a Feather Race officer muttered as he hauled supplies.

"But I heard it costs them very little to mass-produce this stuff," another officer said. "Apparently, all this ammunition is only three or four days' output from their base's factory!"

The muttering officer's eyes widened. "They can make over a thousand shells a