"They've stopped! Those rebel machines are shutting down! Come on, brothers! Take them out while we can!"
On the chaotic streets of Chardo Port, the shout from Great White Shark marked the beginning of a new counterattack. This time, though, as the players hacked at the rebellious machines with bestial fervor, they wouldn't have to worry about those goddamned explosive fists.
With the Machine Brain destroyed, every calculation orb in Chardo Port had shut down in an instant. Without the orbs to control them, the rebel machines were, in practical terms, dead.
Murphy had just left the Creation Grounds' Calculation Unit and climbed to the surface when he saw the players under his command tearing into the mechanical bastards like a pack of wolves.
Those things had given them plenty of trouble just moments ago. The newbies in particular had been helpless to damage them effectively with their swords and knives, given their lack of strength and inadequate equipment.
The good news, however, was that Transia's calculation orbs and dragoons hadn't been affected much by the mechanical rebellion Old Bach had set off. The reason was probably that all of Transia's calculation orbs had been handmade by Old Flywheel.
He'd made them to prove he was better than Minx, so the internal structures and psionic-factor arrangements of his orbs differed from those of Chardo Port's original models.
Put simply, it was like having different kinds of power adapters for different systems. The same program couldn't easily break into both.
That was why, on the outer-wall battlefield, where the situation remained precarious, the dragoons brought by the Transians were still wreaking havoc among the gnolls' siege forces.
At the mechanically operated city gate, more than a dozen dragoons had formed an impregnable line with their steel bodies. Working together with reinforcements