Ian, the beast tide is coming!
Upon hearing Marquis Barton's words, Ian was briefly confused, because he had not figured out what exactly a "beast tide" was.
But he quickly understood what the other meant and widened his eyes. "You mean the demons have controlled the Magic Beast populations in those abyssal caverns?"
Exactly. It could not quite be called control, but all those Magic Beast populations had gone mad.
Marquis Barton's words made Ian frown.
The Golden Plains had been formed during the Calamity of Falling Skies, when mantle lava surged up somewhere on the Terra Continent and was about to become a Dark Rock Event, only to be suppressed by the Ascendants of that era. Thus, there were an enormous number of rare metal veins here, as well as many special Magic Beast populations that depended on those veins for survival.
For example, within the Nine-Spiral Abyss lay an entire intact underground ecosystem and five large Magic Beast nests. It was an area designated by the Empire as a key ecological observation site.
Beyond that, the Golden Plains contained many abyssal caverns, with Magic Beasts too numerous to count. It was also one of Southern Ridge's major sources of Magic Beast materials.
But clearly, the people of the Blazing Flame Lands would not cherish the Empire's ecological resources. They had certainly used some method to manipulate the Magic Beast populations into serving as their "vanguard" in their assault on Southern Ridge.
"So soon?"
Ian's expression turned grave. He had actually anticipated this possibility long ago, but he had not expected the Blazing Flame Lands to control Magic Beasts so quickly—only one day had passed, yet they had already created a beast tide?
What kind of technology was this?
Without the slightest hesitation, Ian directly requested outside assistance and