The fire rain that filled the sky was like a star river falling from the Nine Skies.
The rainwater on the ground evaporated, the steel melted, and the earth was roasted black.
In the face of that deadly high temperature, no living thing could survive.
Not even the Red Soil.
That was a more direct damage than radioactive dust.
Gazing at the burning earth ahead, the Ten Thousand Leader Wolfe of the 36th ten thousand troops squinted slightly, and a faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth, though it quickly faded away.
Even if he had no doubt that the Southern Legion would ultimately secure that final victory, it was difficult to interpret the current battle as a victory.
Faced with the combined siege of three ten thousand troops, the opposing side managed to cut off their supply lines despite suffering high losses.
The critical thing is, this was just an armored team of a thousand from the Alliance!
