Allen finished his Meditation.
In his Sea of Spirit, the twenty-second Rune of the fifth Core Matrix had just stabilized.
His main consciousness returned to his body, but he had no intention of resting.
On the sand table before him, the red dots of light representing the first wave of the beast tide had been completely wiped out. But a dark red flood remained, endless and unrelenting, coming in wave after wave like the ocean.
"The combat data compiled so far has been processed," Jarvis's voice rang out in his mind.
"Is it ready?" Allen walked over to the sand table. "Then let's calculate our deadline."
"Using the full combat strength of the current five legions as a baseline, factoring in the formation speed of the Sixth Legion, the three percent daily replenishment rate for ammunition production, and the consumption rate of mining resource reserves."
