"Damn, who the hell is attacking us?" Duke Brightflame said with frustration.
Then, the next moment, his eyes widened to the size of saucers as he looked at the army and muttered,
"What in the heavens...?"
Duke Brightflame exclaimed when he saw that they were surrounded by an army made up of what seemed to be iron giants.
Never in his entire life had he seen such an army. From what he could tell, there were soldiers inside the giant constructs.
Then a thought suddenly popped into his head.
'Is this some kind of armor... no, they are far too large.'
He was left speechless by the sight, but whatever they were, they certainly had hostile intentions toward them.
The next moment, the undead leader, who was watching his army get cut down and reduced to cinders, could no longer control his anger and was about to make a move. Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine as a massive shadow loomed over them.
He looked up, and his pupils constricted to the size of needles.
"Shit!"
