The sound of battle cries was deafening. The defenders of the second turret had resolved to inflict maximum damage on the enemy before succumbing.
Ulm had a natural talent for shooting, probably honed from frequently using bows and slings as a shepherd, but on this battlefield, mere marksmanship had lost its significance.
Those gigantic entities, advancing with shields as large as walls, moved across the rugged mountain path as if it were flat ground, leaping over numerous obstacles—Ulm realized this was due to a strange device on their backs that could emit flames.
Even the bullets, laced with white crystal powder—high-end goods capable of blasting a body to bits—only caused slight ripples when hitting their shields.
"This won't work, their defense is too strong. Ulm Knight, bring me that secret weapon I mentioned earlier."
Hearing this, Ulm unhesitatingly dove into the cavern behind him and sprinted down the dark passageway.
