The Dragon Vein Goblins were filled with frenzy, stomping the pedal to the floor, letting out a sharp scream.
"For the Ashen Emperor!"
"Crush them—"
The earth trembled, dust flew, and the steel behemoth roared in fury, spewing forth billowing steam, then accelerated toward the Dwarf Heavy Infantry.
The steam tank, over three meters tall, grew larger in the dwarves' vision, like a small mountain rolling toward them, carrying an indescribable, terrifying presence.
"This is—"
"Moradin above..."
Faced with such a sight, even the steadfast Dwarf Heavy Infantry couldn't help widening their mouths, their voices trembling faintly.
Against this steel behemoth, even thick and heavy armor could do little to bring the dwarves a sense of security. After all, they remained as flesh and blood.
"Do not falter, do not fear! Never take a step back! Hold the Path of Tempering to the death!"
"For Aivendel!"
