Inside the control room, blinding red lights flashed manically, and piercing alarms blared in a continuous shriek.
On the light screen, the blue dots representing friendly units were extinguishing in droves, like a waterfall.
At the front lines, steel and flesh ground against each other, and wreckage piled up into mountains.
The twelve PX-1B primary Golems that Allen had just deployed were like fragile toys before the massive tide of modified Magical Beasts.
A giant crocodile clamped its jaws around a PX-1B's waist. Its metal teeth vibrated at high speed, and with a grating tear of metal, the Golem was bitten in half. Its Energy Storage exploded in a burst of blinding blue fire.
The defensive line was riddled with holes.
The immense Beast Tide poured through the gaps. Under the command of the Black Wizard, the seven thousand modified Magical Beasts split into two streams, like a black mudslide.
