Over 3,200 Magical Beasts had already breached the 200-kilometer defense perimeter.
They no longer maintained their previous fan-shaped formation. Seven squadrons of Storm Falcons had spent thirty-six hours on non-stop bombing runs, utterly obliterating the core forces within the Magical Beast horde.
Without high-level Magical Beasts to command them, this army of stragglers was like a splatter of mud, trickling toward Zone 18.
But to Allen, still a First-level Wizard, these were not entirely harmless specks of mud.
Over three thousand yellow dots represented ordinary Magical Beasts, among which were two hundred twenty individuals with Magic Power fluctuations exceeding 1,000. Eight orange dots were the "tough nuts" that had luckily survived the airstrikes.
"Jarvis, have the sixth sub-thread take command of inner-circle combat operations. Once target prioritization is complete, begin guiding strikes immediately."
