Allen's brow was furrowed as he stared at the crystalline remains scattering across the wasteland.
The path of that Lion-Eagle Winged Beast's surprise attack had been too precise. It had completely ignored the outer positions and decoys, heading straight for the Magma Lake Workshop. 'It must have been a Black Wizard's will controlling it from behind the scenes.'
But there was no way to verify that now.
"Flame Fiends, increase patrols around the Magma Lake Workshop," Allen ordered.
[Command confirmed.]
The Flame Fiends couldn't fly, making them helpless against Flying Magical Beasts, and the Freedom Gundam squadron was now down to just seven units.
Two were guarding the main workshop, while five were out on patrol, taking down the tougher targets.
Moreover, there was currently no spare production capacity or time to replace their losses. The formation of the Sixth Legion had already taken up all available resources.
'The situation is looking dire.'
