General Roktor, who commanded the army of the Fabirang Union, immediately made a command.

“Advance forward!”

As Roktor pulled the reins, the rubber powered mechanical horse made a creaking sound as it turned. If the Platys had created somewhat wild and bizarre contraptions using rubber powered mechanisms, what the Dwarves of the Fabirang Union had made were exquisite works of art, imitations of things that actually exist.

However, the command to advance wasn’t made fast enough. No, by the time the Moving Castle appeared, it was already too late.

The pouring cannonballs struck the saw blade tanks of the Platys and the cavalry led by Roktor. The cannonballs shattered the wooden rubber-powered machines, and the remaining kinetic energy bounced toward the soldiers of the Fabirang Union, who were all flesh and blood.

Some were hit in the face by cannonballs and ended up buried, while others got part of their flesh torn from a simple graze.

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