Dimensional Descent

BANG! BANG!

The grenade erupted, blasting bits and pieces of dirt, hot air and shrapnel in every direction.

A massive cloud of white shot up from the core of the explosion. But, before anyone could even sigh a breath of relief, an ice guard shot out from the dust cloud, gliding across ice of its own creation like a silent assassin.

'Shit.'

Joel brandished his halberd, the trigger of his rifle echoing a hollow click.

He tossed the useless gun to the side, gathering his courage as his hands gripped his weapon's polearm.

Milan pulled a heavy shield from his back, slamming it hard against the iced grounds and standing shoulder to shoulder to Raj.

Raj moved to bite off another grenade's pin, only to see the remaining 11 ice guards shoot out from the cloud of smoke. What was the point? The grenades were useless anyway…

"ROOOOOOARRR!!"

Another roar shook the battlefield.

The Variant Invalid stalked forward. By this point, the engineers had only just reached the gate once again. As for the troops who could only move on foot, they were still over 50 meters away. Unfortunately, in these conditions, many of them were having trouble finding stable ground to stand on.

The white wolf crouched, its powerful limbs shattering the ice beneath its feet.

BANG!

this new world order, there were many sights the common people could have never dreamed of seeing in the past that they could experience now. Watching

shadow seemed to swallow

the halberd in his hands while Milan and Raj looked toward their shields.

heard a rain of bullets coming from their back, only to look and find that at least a dozen of the almost hundred troops they had led the vanguard with hadn't retreated

the same teammates he had shared a field with for so many years. One of them was even a rookie of barely 15 years old. However, he didn't even

the ice guards had

it snapped in two before he

into the slippery ground as they tried to

they tried to form a line of defense, they were sent flying back

BANG!

It didn't even spare a glance toward Milan and the others as it looked toward the wall, a toothy,

as though all the bones in their body had been broken. They struggled to stand, looking toward

with such leaping ability, couldn't it have claimed the

from above,

"Close the gates!"

but it was clear by now that Miles had shown enough mercy. Even if his enemies wanted to use this to

As long as the optics were in his favor,

now, the trucks had already crossed through the Gates. The only ones lagging behind were the running soldiers who had had to retreat by

felt a bout of despair while those who felt they still had a chance pushed their bodies to the limits, driving themselves forward as fast

for even the most coordinated of men to slip and fall. And, where there was

BANG!

it back. As for those who were close, they banged on the steely gates with despair ringing from

dull thuds. The Gates were too think and too solid. Even if one stood on the opposite

even attempting to stop them. It raised its head haughtily, emitting the air of a