277 Mess

The spear gave birth to a bright pillar that destroyed everything it touched. The cannon was three-meter tall and had a barrel larger than a man's head. A container of mana stood under it, and a series of round gears allowed it to tilt left, right, up, and down. Yet, the red-purple glow destroyed half of its structure, turning the weapon into nothing more than a pile of metal.

Khan's group had remained relatively hidden from the entirety of the enemy army. Multiple trucks had crashed on the trench or other spots of the frontlines, and the defensive formation of Stal covered a vast part of the area. Yet, the red-purple pillar claimed everyone's attention, especially after they could witness the result of the spell's destruction.

The chaos of the battlefield took a deep breath during that second of amazement. Khan could hear the world gasping and hesitating to inspect his spell before going back to its messy state.