Allen was in his workshop, performing a final check on his battle preparations.
A total of fifteen "Spider Slayers" were arranged silently in a square formation, their gleaming, cold limbs poised for action. In addition to one competition model, the group included five brand-new "Spider Slayer I" models.
In their midst, the four-meter-tall "Pacifist," PX-0, stood like a silent king, looking down upon its steel guard.
He walked a circle around PX-0, reached out, and knocked on the heavy chest plate of its mechanical body, producing a dull thud.
"Ah Fu, report the combat readiness of all units."
"Sir, all Golem units are in perfect condition. Energy reserves at 100%."
"What about the consumables replenishment?"
"Fifty grenades of various types, ten Directional Mines. Three 'Final Interpretation' High-Explosive Alchemy Bombs."
Allen nodded, his gaze sweeping over the various Scrolls and a pile of potions on the workbench.
