At a time like this, only a miracle could turn things around.
Otherwise, no one could reverse the tide. The Imperial Army's collapse was imminent.
The immense pressure on the flank weighed heavily on Azrael, too, though he was stationed in the rear.
Yet at this critical moment, Alvin—the legion's supreme frontline commander—had vanished.
Azrael believed the Lion King's First Guardian Knight would never flee in the face of battle.
But with the situation as it was... how could they possibly resolve it?
"If there's really no other way..." Afkar, Chapter Master of the Sons of the Forest, former Fallen Angel, and Knight Commander of the Blade Legion, suddenly stepped forward. A look of grim resolve crossed his face. "I can lead the Sons of the Forest and use the Lion King's 'Forest' to carry heavy cyclone torpedoes and detonate them right beneath that Daemon Titan."
It might have been their only option.
But the odds of success were still minuscule—almost zero.
Though people commonly called these colossal constructs "Titans," that name had led many to misunderstand what they really were.
A Titan might be called a "Titan," but its true designation should be—Titan Legion!
A vast force built around Titans, much like the carrier battle groups of Terra's nations in the distant 3K Era.
A full Titan Legion included a great many supporting forces, among them the Diet Guard, the Legio Cybernetica, and the Knight Legions.
That was why, even with the Sons of the Forest all being elite warriors, even though they were Angels of the Emperor,
demigods in the eyes of mortals, they still couldn't possibly accomplish such a mission against a force this vast.
Send the Lion King?
No. Azrael immediately banished the thought from his mind.
He was even frightened that he had entertained such