In Titan's language, Kamlan meant the guardian of the sky.
In a certain corner of this wasteland, Kamlan was the name of a capital city as well as the name of a king.
"For the honor of Kamlan!"
This battle cry was nothing new, but it greatly boosted the morale of the Cloud Giants behind him.
Under the command of Kamlan, the Cloud Giants' army unhesitatingly clashed with the Evil Gods' army.
War, battle, death. The Cloud Giants who claimed to be immortal behaved like waves crashing into a beach. Apart from the sound of something shattering, nothing else was left behind.
In front of tens of thousands of Evil God's minions and demons, even the powerful Cloud Giant was like a giant statue crawling with man-eating ants. The only thing it could choose was to fall in the direction of its fall, which was to take one more step forward or face its homeland.
"… They won't be able to last much longer."
The Cloud Giants' country, Kamlan, was a fairytale country in the mountains and clouds. This was the first time he appeared in front of the world in an incredibly heroic manner.
The Cloud Giants weren't strong? No, they were very strong. Their natural strength stat was three times or even thirty times that of ordinary humans. Their gigantic bodies gave them astonishing strength and endurance. They also had Titan's bloodline, which gave them plenty of intelligence and magical armor. Plus, their long lifespans made them a perfect species.
Plus, they also had various magical weapons and war machines passed down from their ancestors. Such an army was just like an ancient epic. It wouldn't be embarrassing even if they were thrown into the ancient Great War of Gods and Demons … But obviously, this wasn't the ancient era.
A physical body would tire, bleed, and die in front of an endless amount of biochemical magical creatures. The steel battle axe tore a magical creature in half, and the two halves of flesh and blood directly pounced on the Cloud Giant Warrior.
It wasn't that the so-called Cloud Giants weren't strong. Kamlan's Cloud Giant Warrior army was unstoppable in the Aishi's previous Holy Wars, but …
"They're three hundred years too late."
The changes in the past few hundred years, the changes in the past few hundred years after stopping the Holy War and opening the Dimensional Door, were probably even more excessive than the previous few tens of thousands of years.
Previously, Eich had said that ancient warriors and immemorial God Equipment were truly amazing, and that all sorts of secret weapons could be relied on archeology. But now, Eich even labeled products and items as "immemorial". That would mean that they were either cursing the immemorial antiques or truly selling immemorial antiques.
Now, at this moment, in the battlefield where the Evil Gods of the Universe and the Aishi battleships and the Magic Armor Legions were fighting, a group of "Primeval Warriors" holding battle axes and wearing leather and plate armor had appeared. It really made people wonder if they had walked into the wrong place.
In the end, it wasn't that the warriors weren't fierce enough, but that they had come to the wrong battlefield.
The giant's arrows couldn't compare to heavy cannons and bio-lasers in terms of range. Their outdated defensive equipment was basically the same as running around naked in this era. The only thing that stood out was the giant's ability to summon lightning bolts.
"I've already held on for a long time, but …"
Rorschach had mixed feelings as he looked at the battlefield where the power was cut off. He turned around to take a look.
The small mage towers on the battleships were still shining with the light of arcane magic. Any flying magical creatures that got close were instantly killed.
On the deck of the battleships, there were also mage magic armors rising and falling under the protection of other magic armors. They were there to recharge their mana pools. Spellcasters' magic armors had an almost unlimited supply of mana. Without a doubt, they were the core of the battlefield.
"… Nowadays, how many spellcasters on the battlefield are still relying on their own mana to cast spells?"
Even if one used one's knee to think, the giants, who were out of date, would soon collapse on the battlefield if they didn't receive any reinforcements.
It wasn't a big deal if they collapsed (it wouldn't be of much use anyway), but it was highly likely that the things they were hiding would be exposed. For example, the giants' kingdom, or the secrets of the Lightning Elemental Plane.
After a short communication, four battleships left the battleships. They were going to reinforce their allies.
"Heh heh, the great enemy of the legends, the giants, and the most powerful branch of the giants, the Cloud Giant. They were existences that could fight against dragons in melee, but they've become a burden? How ironic. However, some things, some strength, will never change. "
Rorschach looked at the core of the battlefield with complex emotions. There were two one-on-one battles. Existences that were comparable to Main Gods would always be considered super existences, no matter if it was in ancient times or modern times.
The Aishi People's battleships instinctively distanced themselves from the battlefield. It would be fine if they collided or were hit by a stray bullet and died mysteriously, but it would be a huge loss if their battleships fell.
However, everyone knew that they were the true main characters of the battlefield. Whoever obtained victory first would be able to easily crush the "mortal trash" on the ground.
Finn and Titan's calls for reinforcements were still ringing in Rorschach's head. Meanwhile, Wood Titan's situation was even worse. If this continued, everyone knew that he would be finished. However, how should he interfere and break out of this situation … Rorschach knew that even if he used the entire Federation's military strength, it probably wouldn't be of much use.
"… How ironic. The battlefield's format and participants are completely different from before. The average combat strength has increased by at least three generations. However, the final deciding factor of victory on the battlefield is still individual combat strength."
[False proposition. Such a battlefield has only happened a few times in the past. Main Gods wouldn't be able to casually descend upon the Aishi People. Even ordinary Gods wouldn't descend upon the Aishi People in such an exaggerated manner. Instead, they would often die one after another, giving away their Divine Concepts, Divine Thrones, and Divine Kingdoms, helping out one lucky person after another.]
"Heh, so we're lucky that we made it in time? We made it in time for a major battle that we might not even encounter in the Holy War? "
Rorschach joked as he walked to the helipad.
There, a half-kneeling snow-colored magical armor opened its cockpit and waited for him.
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