Allen cut off the communication with Victor and took a deep breath.
He knew it was time to settle the score with that Second-level Black Wizard.
Azure Magic Power danced at his fingertips as Allen fluidly carved spatial coordinates onto the outer shells of the five Golems.
"Move out," he commanded.
Two Demon Eye Model IIIs, two Shadow Assassins, and Freedom Gundam Unit 1 rushed out of the workshop. They scattered into the Black Stone Gobi, maintaining a twenty-kilometer distance from one another. One hundred kilometers west of the main workshop, they quietly formed a semi-circular pocket formation.
Almost at the exact moment the Golems took their positions, the sole remaining Demon Eye Model IV high in the sky transmitted an ear-piercing alarm.
On the radar, a Magic Source so dense it appeared pitch-black was surging forward at a frantic pace.
