A massive steel shell obliterated a Behemoth right in front of Ronan. The supersonic impact turned the towering monster into a cloud of red mist and splintered bone. Blood rained down on the mercenary commander and coated his boiled leather armor. Ronan wiped the gore from his scarred face and evaluated the s*******r unfolding across the valley. The Ashguard artillery was systematically vaporizing the mythic vanguard before the creatures could even reach the dry moat.
Ronan realized the beasts were nothing more than cannon fodder. Malakor was feeding the giant monsters to the steam machines simply to exhaust their ammunition. The Silent Brotherhood would face the same brutal execution if they remained in the open field. The heavy pneumatic cannons fired in a synchronized rhythm that shook
