"Forty-five-degree elevation, northwest."
"Wind direction… no need to worry about the wind direction."
At the front of the Demon Legion, Big Brother Metal Slime lowered his simple telescope and began to command.
"Hmph!"
The gunners solemnly raised their small Gel hands in a salute. Then, with a SQUISH SQUISH, they bounced to their designated positions and began working together to adjust the two pitch-black cannon turrets, each the size of a Slime Wooden House.
"HNNNGH!!"
With the combined effort of the Metallic Slime Gunners, the heavy turret bases let out a colossal rumble and began to turn slowly.
The cannon muzzles tilted steadily upward, aiming for the most concentrated area of Magic Defense on the Greystone Bastion.
Gazing at the pitch-black cannon muzzle on the Earth Elemental Giant's chest, and the two equally strange black-steel turrets behind it, the Blood Race on the city walls felt an inexplicable sense of panic.
