30 minutes ago.
Germany's situation was not bad.
Dozens of S-Class monsters, Green Dragons, had appeared, but they had prepared for many things through Roman Dmitry's training.
They knew from the beginning that it would not be an easy fight.
Even as they watched their soldiers being swept away in an instant, the German commanders shouted with unshaken expressions.
“Stay calm!”
“Time is on our side. Even if we only have to hold out for four hours, no, until His Majesty, Emperor Roman Dmitry, appears, we will surely win.”
“Fill the gaps! The moment you let your guard down, Berlin will be laid to waste!”
The soldiers moved in perfect unison.
At their center was Germany’s S-Class Hunter, a being known as Michael of the Iron Fortress.
[Activate Turrets.]
Whoong.
Clank, clank.
On the castle walls.
The turrets installed for anti-air defense transformed into 'magical weapons' as Michael's Mana seeped into them.
Their number reached a thousand.
There were once people who said installing so many turrets in Berlin was excessive, but facing the Great Calamity, the Germans clenched their fists, convinced their past judgment was correct.
The existence of Michael.
He granted them the power to fight against the Green Dragons.
Boom! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat.
The turrets spat fire like mad.