At the ambush point on the flank, Oser seemed frozen on his saddle.
He had already drawn his sword, ready to lead the Silver Fang Knight Order down from the highlands whenever the Seventeenth Legion broke free from the mire, to cut off their rear.
But when he saw with his own eyes those hundred steam war machines push through the fog side by side, firing simultaneously, erasing nearly a thousand Black Steel Knights from existence.
His sword was held high in the air, but he couldn't swing it down.
"What... what kind of monstrous thing is this..."
Oser's throat tightened, and thirty years of experience became completely invalid.
The appearance of such things is not a tactical advantage, but a rift in the entire era.
He had never seen a weapon that didn't need Fighting Energy, without incantations, and not reliant on a commander's orders to cause such large-scale destruction.
That wasn't a siege engine, it didn't even seem like Magic.
