The military's grand formation stretched on like a dragon, marching ceaselessly toward the outside of the city gates.
The end of the line was nowhere in sight.
Baiyu stood in front of the city gate, watching this magnificent troop, feeling a surge of emotions.
This is the elite army of the East Prosperity Imperial.
Most of them are composed of martial artists, and there are many cyborgs, mechanical armors, and so on.
As for the battlefield logistics team composed of regular soldiers, it is several times larger than the regular combat units.
"Such a military force, even if the Demon Race and the Shell People Race allied armies joined forces, they would surely be annihilated,"
Qiu Yun said confidently next to him.
Baiyu nodded in agreement. Indeed, such a vast army, all elite, Baiyu could hardly imagine what military force could stand against it.
Unless there is a power that can sway the entire battlefield.
This kind of level.
