Faced with the Thrace army's dense artillery bombardment relying on sheer numbers of cannons, the Kingdom of Cassandra was caught off guard, suffering significant losses.
After all, each mage was exceptionally precious, and spells couldn't be squandered like cannonballs; they required communication with the Magic Web and consumed the mage's mental energy to cast.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The artillery fire still roared.
The Therest positions were shrouded in smoke, and everywhere
on the towering city walls appeared craters from the bombardment, and cannonballs fell into the crowd, smashing the unprepared Cassandra soldiers into paste; even some titan demigods were gravely injured as a result.
"Dodge! Dodge!"
"Spread out! Don't gather together!"
"How can there be so many iron balls?"
"Where did they get so many spellcasters?"
"No, those are not spellcasters!"