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Primal Fury Owl was injured, a sensation it hadn't experienced for a very long time within its lengthy existence.

It was a divine being, how could it get hurt?

Yet now, the sensation of hundreds of artillery shells raining down on its body was extremely distinct.

It felt a hint of panic, but this emotion was overwhelmed by an even greater rage.

These humans, they were courting death!

After embracing Hell's Abyss to become a god, its slight spiritual awareness had now turned into true wisdom. It wasn't brainless, it was capable of thought.

However, since it originally was just a primitive beast, after becoming an Evil God, its mind was completely washed by the stormy Spiritual Energy of Hell's Abyss, filled with only violent and destructive chaotic emotions.

When these factors were combined, it was obvious that although it was capable of thought, it did not like to think much. Most of the time, its actions were still guided by instinct.

At this moment, it was furious, and its first response, naturally, was to retaliate!

That was what it had longed to do, but had been unable to do so before.

The Chaos Array had opened up the connection between its Divine Realm and the real world, but not fully enough.

It couldn't wait, nor could it afford to. Its minions outside, having reached their limit in the face of the Alliance's onslaught, could not advance any further.

It had to take the initiative to step toward the real world.

And in doing so, it trapped itself between the cracks of the real world and the Storm God Kingdom.

When those humans entered and defended the Chaos Array, occupying parts of its Divine Realm, it couldn't even attack owing to the conflicting laws within the crevice, other than futilely creating ordinary Storm Beasts around the humans. Enjoy more content from empire

But now, those humans had come close enough to it, and its power could finally cast off the veils of reality and Hell's Abyss to directly impact those daring and offensive humans!

And when that barrage of artillery fire came from the sky, although the artillery positions were far from it, not within 'attack range', the active assault initiated by humans had established a causal connection, breaking through the veil of reality, allowing it to reach across boundless distances to harm the ordinary warriors.

Even though it was injured, it could finally unleash its boundless fury upon those despicable mortals!

Very well, then die!

The clouds in the sky grew denser, and the terrifying lightning, which had only been posturing in the sky, finally struck down!

Its target was those artillery pieces!

With its massive claw reaching up to the sky, lightning bolts, following its will, fell from the sky in multitude, striking down upon the artillery positions!

At least seven artillery pieces were destroyed in the electric blaze; at least thirty Alliance gunners perished under the lightning!

It took another deep breath, its wide mouth aimed at the armored troops charging toward it. A dense storm began to condense within its gaping maw, and a terrible Storm Bullet was about to form.

However, in the end, it was unable to spit it out.

The Storm Bullet had been forming in its mouth for half a minute. But during that half-minute, the artillery position, which had already suffered from the lightning strike, did not cease fire out of fear.

In half a minute, the remaining artillery pieces continued to fire at full speed.

The 155mm howitzers made by the Alliance could fire eight rounds a minute in rapid-fire mode once the firing coordinates were set.

In half a minute, nearly two thousand shells from five hundred artillery pieces rained down upon it.

It realized it might have underestimated the threat of the artillery.

Even a single grenade to it felt just like the bite of a mosquito, but taking on two thousand grenades was like being bitten two thousand times, and that was too much to bear.

It was left reeling from the bombardments, and even the storm cannon it had in its mouth lost control, exploding within and spraying out its divine blood.

Even greater rage surged within its heart.

As the artillery continued to pound it relentlessly, it summoned lightning, once again striking the artillery positions with another round.

This barrage was even more ferocious than the earlier ones, destroying over a dozen more cannons.

At the same time, it erected a storm wall in front of itself as a shield.

This storm wall indeed served to block the barrage, allowing it a brief respite from the constant hammering injuries. However, under the relentless artillery fire, the wall appeared to be on the verge of collapse, and it had no choice but to reinforce it.

The storm wall held, but the lightning it hurled at the artillery positions weakened in turn.

And yet, these were just the gunners.

The bigger forces of the Alliance Army had yet to arrive.

Before that, two armored assault columns had already reached a position five kilometers from it. While it was entangled with the artillery, the armor was closing in.

In fact, at this distance, the main and secondary guns of the tanks were already making their presence felt.

Of course, if that were all, it would have been manageable.

While the caliber of the Lion main cannons wasn't as large as the 155mm howitzers, the power of their 125mm railguns firing armor-piercing rounds was even more tremendous. Moreover, the Lions were also equipped with 'Reflector' laser guns as secondary armaments that lay flat on them, which were also terrifyingly powerful.

However, despite their strength, there were only 18 Lion tanks; their limited numbers were still an issue.

But get a little closer, and the machine guns and heavy grenade launchers of the hundreds of armored vehicles could unleash their wrath.

Get even closer, and tens of thousands of infantry would also join the fray, their light weapons, squad rocket launchers, and heavy grenade launchers provided at the company level would all come into play.

Single weapons might not inflict strong enough damage, but even the most ordinary G9 squad machine gun could spew out hundreds of bullets per minute; a regular G9 rifle could also empty a whole magazine within a few seconds.

The ammunition brought up could hardly sustain such a rate of fire.

But that wasn't a big concern.

If all the ammunition carried by the soldiers were to be fired, it would be nearly ten million rounds, plus the bombardment from various weapons; if the additional supplies from the support trucks were also expended, that number could increase by several times more.

Evil God?

What about the Evil God?

Could the Evil God withstand all that?

Using the storm wall to fend off the artillery while watching the humans' army slowly approaching, and even as hundreds of Wind Falcon Fighters suddenly appeared in the sky and took advantage of a temporary breach in the storm wall to fire dozens of missiles, smearing its face with explosions...

The Primal Fury Owl, whose brain hadn't been used in a very long time, finally came online.

It began to seriously consider...

Maybe, just let this one go?

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Heh, finished writing this afternoon