Under the relentless firepower of the Arcane Cannons.
The puppets continued to advance inch by inch.
Over 8 billion puppets used their bodies as a wall, shielding against the rain of bombardment.
At first, the soldiers of the Moonlight Empire wore confident smiles, believing their enemy was marching to their death.
However, as time passed, they noticed that the enemy didn't diminish in number.
As they fell, it seemed another one would come at their back.
"Is this what the Field Marshal said?" Johnson muttured gloomily.
He had long noticed that something was wrong with the enemy.
Instead of spreading out and using their numerical advantage, the enemy used the puppets like disposable garbage.
This should have been a suicidal move.
However, after he noticed the enemy's trump card, Johnson could only conclude that the enemy was stupidly strong.
Immortality!
It's the indestructible puppets.
