Hiss, hiss, hiss—
Rorschach, as strands of pitch-black shadow rapidly returned to his massive body, spotted the Temporal Remnant at once. It was as large as a Warhound-class Titan.
Even he had not expected the so-called Temporal Remnant to take on such a shocking form.
At that moment, Rorschach instinctively tightened his huge hand around the Scythe of Blood and immediately warned everyone around him.
He repeatedly signaled for the Battle Knights of the Order Knights to withdraw at once, hoping to reduce casualties and sacrifices.
After all, Temporal Remnants were not only immune to Psychic Attacks; their resistance to physical attacks was also terrifyingly high.
Even if every Battle Knight present were replaced with Astartes, they might not achieve much in a direct confrontation.
Yet Rorschach's warning seemed to have had no effect whatsoever.
Squad after squad of Battle Knights swiftly re-formed their ranks, then launched a Combat Charge at the enormous Temporal Remnant under sharp commands!
A barrage of artillery fire and boulders that had already fallen silent also came hurtling toward the Temporal Remnant with terrifying shrieks!
Boom, boom, boom—
At that moment, a massive figure clad in heavy armor strode through the raging snowstorm and arrived beside Rorschach.
Rorschach did not even need to turn his gaze to sense the other's arrival.
"The large fused monster before us—or the Temporal Remnant, as you call it—is uncommon. Based on the countless response efforts we have accumulated over more than a decade, the disaster level of a Mist Invasion has been roughly divided into four grades."
With a solemn expression, Lion El'Jonson slowly spoke to Rorschach through the bitter wind and snow.
"Grade One consists of isolated individuals with missing limbs. A Combat Squad of experienced Battle Knights is sufficient to deal with them. This is the trouble