Mata Cult (4-in-1)

After cursing under their breath, the two men felt an inexplicable emptiness well up from the depths of their hearts.

It had nothing to do with victory or defeat, success or failure.

It was simply the result of punching cotton.

"We ran plenty of simulations and even anticipated the possibility that our opponent would flee while piloting the Mage Tower.

But we still didn't expect it to happen so soon!

That guy is certainly decisive!"

"He made a wise choice."

That was all Roy could say about it.

Legatus said, "Right now, only the Archmage can pursue them.

But if we chase them too far, the Legendary Mage could teleport over and launch a sneak attack. This place would certainly fall, so there isn't much point.

If we don't pursue them, however, we'll inevitably have to deal with the aftermath left behind by the mages.

Those blindly loyal and fanatically loyal followers, along with the various Resistance Armies, are all troublesome.

Once a century has passed and the Planar Tide recovers, the mages may return at any time, using the Allen Starfield as a springboard.

By then, we won't have any beaches or fortresses to defend against enemies from above.

When they attack, they can also focus on destruction and wipe out the foundations we spent a century building here."

"Indeed. Destruction is always easier than construction."

Roy nodded.

"But I still feel that something isn't right."

"What doesn't seem right?" Legatus asked.

Roy said, "Logically speaking, there's no reason the higher-ups couldn't have foreseen these consequences. Why did they still choose to break through?

Could it really be only because the void tide deep in the star sea had changed, making it possible to ensure that this place could be held for a century?"

"That, I don't know."

Legatus