"We're almost at Roder."
"So this is Soloma, the so-called world's greatest power. They're not so tough."
"What right do these heretics have to stand against the Priest? They're doomed to fail."
After raiding the Soloma Empire's border, the cultists of Fahe Country's Fire Worship Cult were now advancing on Roder, the nearest densely populated city.
Their main target for this attack was this very city.
Though they spoke of Soloma with contempt, the cultists knew it was impossible to defeat the Empire in a single blow.
Their mission was simply to strike Roder and make Soloma pay the price for the earlier assassination.
The cultists drove on, a convoy of over a thousand vehicles advancing along the highway. Before long, they spotted a modern metropolis in the distance, a forest of skyscrapers.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed from the front of the convoy. The vehicles behind saw thick smoke billowing ahead and ground to a halt.
"What's going on?"
