Hammer

Superhumans of the ninth tier and above were undoubtedly extraordinary beings, but there was a clear limit to the maximum firepower an individual could produce.

Therefore, the way superhumans were deployed in war had to change as well.

They had to be used as small, elite special forces like those of the South, dropped behind enemy lines to disrupt the front.

However, neither the Empire nor the aging Sword Saint had fully realized that the times had changed. After all, they had dropped the Sword Saint into the very heart of a clash between overwhelming firepower.

That miscalculation produced horrifying results.

With even the Sword Saint having fallen, there was no force left capable of opposing the Southern Army's immense artillery firepower.

"The Sword Saint... lost?"

Every infantryman present had seen the Sword Saint stand alone against the artillery firepower.

Faced with a scene of destruction fit for a myth, where bombardment reshaped the terrain and crushed every living thing, the infantrymen could do nothing but gape.

They had never seen or heard anything like that. Even the shockwaves reaching them made their hearts tremble and their legs shake...