"Fire Meteors! They're Fire Meteors—!"
"Damn it! The enemy has a Diamond Level Great Mage!"
"No… at this scale… it might even be Purple Crystal Level!"
The Ratmen screamed, running chaotically across the battlefield, only returning to the trenches under the threats and bribes of the battlefield supervision officers.
However, at this moment, even the supervision officers were extremely anxious. If their families weren't held by Lord Shrek, they would have probably run faster than these Slave Rats.
In the impoverished understanding of the Ratmen, only the legendary High Rank Mages could create such a terrifying spectacle.
However, the truth was otherwise.
This was not magic at all but the crystallization of industry and alchemy—the Gutaf Kingdom's Organ Rocket Launcher!
At the forested foothills, on the temporary artillery position, rows of hive-shaped wooden crates aimed at the sky, with wisping blue smoke emanating from their barrels.
