In the sky, dozens of Aerial Factories glowed blue like steel hives perched above the clouds.
Their hums merged into an industrial symphony that filled the heavens.
Liquid Metal was fed precisely into production modules. Countless Mechanical Arms worked at breakneck speed, cooling and shaping it into brand-new combat units.
Drones, humanoid robots, Multi-legged Turrets...
Mechanical Constructs of every model poured from the factories like dumplings into a pot. They formed ranks in midair and joined the steel flood stretching beyond sight across the ground.
Produce. Reinforce. Produce again.
It was a perfect closed loop.
A cycle with no end in sight.
On the city wall, everyone stared in shock.
The cruel delight on Richard's face froze.
The officers behind him turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling beyond their control.
They had fought countless battles. They had seen armies overwhelm enemies by sheer numbers and watched Beast Tides charge.
But they had never seen anything this absurd.
The enemy was manufacturing troops right on the battlefield!
And from the looks of it, as long as the resources held out, that army would never run out.
"No..." a general murmured, dazed. "That's impossible... How are we supposed to fight that...?"
Outside the city, the Black-Red Figure on the Altar of Wrath, formed from pure rage, felt an unprecedented challenge.
The figure "looked" toward the factories racing overhead. Its entire black-red body of energy seethed.
It was the fury of being defied and disregarded.
"Roar!"
A roar that did not belong to the material world exploded deep within everyone's soul.
The Black-Red Figure on the throne abruptly raised an arm made of energy and aimed it at an Aerial Factory in the sky.
A Dark Red Beam, far more concentrated than the earlier shockwave, tore through space and shot forth.
Where it