Pers once again lay flat on the ground, pressing his cheek tightly against the surface, to confirm that the quivering he felt on his face was not an illusion.
Immediately, his gaze became somewhat bewildered.
He did not know what had happened.
Nor did he know what it meant.
Billder, who had a background as a security consultant, however, changed his expression.
He thought of a possibility.
Right away, Billder yelled and grabbed Roslor, sprinting forward.
Without hesitation, Pers instinctively followed and ran forward.
Two to three seconds after the three of them left their spot, the ground where they had been standing collapsed.
Amidst the sound of mechanical chains and turning gears, the road that was supposed to be tarmac cracked open straight through.
Slits as large as the palm of a hand quickly spread in every direction.
Accompanied by the distinctive boom of metal, a three-hundred-meter-long fissure suddenly appeared on the ground.
Massive streams of air gushed out from beneath the ground.
The fierce wind that was created blew the fleeing Billder, Roslor, and Pers off their feet.
But, the three of them felt nothing of it.
They stared wide-eyed at the massive object rising from beneath the ground!
Just the caliber was big enough to fit three adults, with a hundred-meter-long barrel and a base so exaggeratively large it was bigger than a football field, all part of this massive cannon.
And many electronic components were twinkling on its base, indicating that the giant cannon was already activated.
At the sight of this massive cannon, no one would doubt its power.
Just as no one would doubt the purpose of this giant cannon.
It was not meant to face mere warplanes or tanks.
But to destroy the enemy's bastion in one strike!
Pers was completely lost for words.
His thoughts were nearly at a standstill.
He could not fathom that such a massive cannon had been under his feet just moments before.
Yet, what astonished the 'Contactee' even more continued to unfold.
As the electronic components on the base of the giant cannon lit up one after another, a series of clear tones sounded.
Beneath the base, a hatch suddenly opened.
A three-meter-tall robot with twin shoulder cannons, a mechanical claw for its left arm, and a gatling gun for its right arm, painted in black and red, appeared.
With a distinctively resounding step, the robot quickly moved to one side.
Following it was another just like it.
At a speed beyond human capacity, a full hundred robots lined up in two rows.
Then, jets of flame burst forth from underneath their feet, propelling them into the sky.
A hundred brilliant trails of fire charged towards the sudden invaders.
The dozens of bombers were utterly unprepared for such an interception!
Both in terms of number and firepower, they were at a disadvantage at that very moment.
The outcome, naturally, was predestined!
In ten seconds, the entire night sky lit up with brilliant flames.
The bombers, all annihilated!
Not a single one dropped its payload successfully!
Indeed, not one even truly approached the main district of Area F.
After completing their interception orders, the robots did not return but instead formed groups of four and started patrolling in formation, according to their instructions, fortifying the entirety of Area F.
Meanwhile, the massive cannon began adjusting its muzzle the moment the robot troops leaped into the sky.
After the robot troops obliterated the formation of bombers, it finished its adjustments and loading.
Or to put it another way—charging!
Bright blue light ascended from the base up to the cannon's muzzle.
Energy was converging.
Creating a phase change.
The sound of the cannon fire echoed through the night.
The earth trembled repeatedly.
The nearby ground shook as if a 4-5 magnitude earthquake had struck.
A dazzling beam of light, like a kilometer-long sword, split the night sky.
The previously empty night sky was cut wide open.
Three five-hundred-meter-long warships, merging with the darkness of night, were severed in half.
Shields, outer armor, all were useless.
Upon coming into contact with that 'special cannon shell,' they were split into two segments.
The three warships began to fall, trailed by thick smoke.
The alarm sounded wailing continuously.
One after another, the escape pods were ejected.
The robot squads that had been ready quickly swarmed them.
The war was over the instant it began.
Before anyone could regain their senses, it was over.
The cannon's barrel was red-hot, the water-cooling system began spraying a special coolant, a mist rising up and enveloping the surroundings.
Billder, Roslor, and Pers were engulfed in the dense water vapor.
But the three of them made no move.
They simply stared dumbfounded at the giant cannon in front of them.
Watching those three rapidly falling warships.
They were well aware that those three warships and the bombers were from the 'Hundred Major Families,' all sent to teach them a lesson, but what was the story with the giant cannon in front of them?
Where did they come from?
The questions kept mounting.
The answer was gradually coming to mind.
As the dense water vapor surrounded them, the three of them looked at each other's increasingly faint faces, almost saying in unison.
Besides Losa 11, they could think of no other.
"Could it really be Young Master Losa 11?"
Pers whispered softly.
He had never been optimistic about Losa 11, not just because of the rumors, but also from their subsequent interactions.
Pers never believed Losa 11 to be a person capable of achieving great things.