The neat gunfire rang out, a dense rain of bullets whistling towards him. Bologue didn't have time to complain about why his private storage was like an armory. The Rhombus Shield spun at high speed around him, the sound of collisions and the dazzling sparks never-ending.
Under Bologue's command, the Rhombus Shield was not just a high-speed rotating defense array; as Bologue approached, it shredded the approaching enemies into pieces like a meat grinder or millstone.
"The intruders have broken through our encirclement."
A hoarse, distorted voice rang out again. Bologue looked towards the voice, and this time it wasn't the previous monster speaking, but another one.
It was half-kneeling behind a fallen desk, using it as cover, holding an iron pencil case, and muttering to it.
An unspeakable eeriness arose again. Bologue realized that these monsters seemed to be mimicking the Field Staff, wearing crisp uniforms, their movements coordinated and well-trained.
