Chapter 127: The March of Iron
The heavy iron doors of the military courtyard stood wide open.
I marched out of the central keep with my elite pack directly behind me. The morning air was sharp and filled with the thick scent of burning coal.
I completely suppressed the dark magenta aura of my newly awakened Law. I kept the Venom of Desire locked deep inside my core.
I did not want my soldiers distracted by unnatural lust. Today required absolute discipline and unbreakable focus.
I looked out over the massive stone courtyard.
Thousands of soldiers stood in perfect and rigid formations. They wore thick canvas uniforms layered with protective iron plating.
Every single soldier held a Model 47 Arcane Assault Rifle proudly across their chest. Heavy artillery crews stood beside rows of massive steam tanks.
The iron war machines idled loudly and blew thick clouds of white vapor into the morning sky.
