The high-energy rays radiating from near-earth orbit dried up the clouds, fortress torpedoes roared as they crashed onto the plains, billowing smoke enveloped the mountains and valleys, and a body as tall and majestic as a demigod hero from ancient myths fell from the sky, disintegrating into pieces in the concentrated fire.
The cultists gathered around the high-level priest immediately lost their morale, scattering in chaos.
The Brass Knights charged towards the position, the force field greatswords in their hands glimmering with a dim glow, while two tall figures maneuvered around the battlefield, harvesting the cultists who miraculously broke through the siege like specters.
Xu Jiali opened the helmet visor of his power armor, his eyelids twitching slightly, watching the scene unfolding before him as the marine soldiers behind him still tensely gripped their rifles, bodies hidden behind force field shields.
