67 km from the South-West Sanctuary Border, the small town of Coresaw, Maelor.
Hhhmnnnnn....
BOOM!
Another one landed and blasted hundreds into unrecognizable pieces of raw flesh. Red blood mist painted the very air bloody. The smell of burnt flesh and gunpowder made him question his very purpose on this battlefield of hell.
"Run! Run! Run!"
Shouted people all around him, Maelor's own voice included.
Run, what else can a man do against a goddamn burning, exploding, never-ending, destructive machine? The Empire's soldiers were trained to defend the abomination till their very last breath, as long as they had that, anyone below Enlightened rank was just a living target dummy. The more the better!
And yet..
Maelor produced the solid golden shield with his Armor of God skill and jumped high; dozens of exploding arrows and firestick attacks landed on the shield. The cracking sound was not pleasing to his ears at all.
