Balin, who was hurriedly fleeing, never anticipated that his intention to arrive at the American Scientific Research Station to recruit a group of subordinates and bolster his own strength would ultimately result in him retreating with his tail between his legs.
As he made his way back, he muttered curses under his breath, “What’s the big deal in this cursed United States? Is it really worth such an extravagant effort? They even stirred up his mother’s army.”
A hundred years ago, he held no fear of the military, guns and cannons posed no threat to someone of his caliber. However, after a century spent in seclusion, he recognized that the pace of technological advancement in today's world far outstripped the duration of his isolation. The firepower of modern armies is so destructive that they can raze an entire city, a capability completely beyond the reach of practitioners like himself.
He had also heard of a marshal who tragically fell to close-range defense artillery. Although the marshal could endure a few artillery strikes, he could not survive the barrage of hundreds or thousands of rounds fired per minute.
Faced with the American military, Balin chose to flee without hesitation.
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