Standing on a makeshift watchtower, Harvin gazed into the distance at the three-layer fortress.
This fortress was comprised of five protruding angles and, unlike typical contiguous walls, it was discontinuous.
In the patrol passage on the fortress, soldiers in uniform held long spears and holy guns, patrolling back and forth along the wall.
Each protruding corner had a dedicated gun platform for firing without blind spots.
The nearly two-meter-thick walls were exceptionally solid, made of unknown materials.
Thinking of this, Harvin couldn't help but click his tongue.
After yesterday's defeat, although he believed Alex's meddling played a part, the real reason was the sturdy walls and the relentless firing.
Harvin's face revealed a confused yet angry expression as he still remembered the scene.
On the khaki walls were dense shooting ports, each with iron pipes sticking out, with sharp whistling sounds echoing intermittently.
