On the ground, the wreckage of the self-regulating sentry cannons was still giving off wisps of bluish smoke.
Benjamin led several Black Giant Priests through the outer perimeter, where the factory's security zone had been blasted beyond recognition.
The metal floor beneath their feet was littered with scorch marks where it had been melted through, and the air still carried the searing smell left by high-energy weapon fire.
Above the factory, the Tentacle Tree Civilization's warships still hovered in place.
Their shipborne close-in defense cannons continuously pinpointed and eliminated the occasional self-regulating cannon that emerged along the perimeter. Pale blue beams tore through the air, turning the cannons into scrap metal midair the instant they launched from their underground silos.
When the Tentacle Tree commander in charge of clearing the area saw Benjamin, he immediately reported through the communications channel. "Report! The enemy's main resistance has weakened. Estimated clearing time: one and a half standard hours."
Benjamin thought that was too slow. Without the slightest hesitation, he casually waved a hand.
The next moment, several Level Six Black Giants behind him stepped straight over the security line the Tentacle Tree Civilization had just drawn.
The vertical mouths in their chests snapped open, surging energy condensing within into a crimson tide compressed to the limit. Then it swept out in a fan-shaped barrage. Boom!!!
The last rows of self-regulating cannons around the factory, along with their launch silos, were blasted into molten slag. Metal fragments and melted rune components scattered in every direction.
Only after confirming that no more self-regulating cannons would emerge to attack did Benjamin step forward.
A massive metal gate several meters thick blocked the factory's main entrance. The alloy surface was etched with dense energy-channeling patterns, while a row of disabled shield generators remained on either side