At that moment, beyond the defenses at the bridge entrance, gunfire still rang out without pause, and increasingly violent explosions were drawing closer step by step. At the same time, a chaotic yet heavy rumble of rapid footsteps rose from outside the doors.
Even the relentless explosions could not completely drown out the sound.
More enemies were indeed closing in. Judging by the footsteps, it wouldn't be strange if more than a hundred trolls had arrived.
Marshal Elwin clearly saw more than ten streaks of gunfire already cutting into the room.
The fierce firefight had reached its boiling point, and judging by the situation, it was only a matter of time—indeed, a very short time—before it turned into brutal hand-to-hand combat.
No... that was already happening. Colonel Myron, who had just sent a long-bearded fae esper flying with an axe blow, swung his thermal blade and cut down several combat robots as they sprinted and leaped through the doors. He looked like a mighty war god, his presence lifting the spirits of the soldiers around him.
But at that moment, the long-bearded fae esper came through the upper edge of the armored door again in his ghostly form. He took human shape once more and pounced, fighting like a man with nothing to lose.
With that kind of ferocity, he seemed nothing like a long-bearded fae. He was more like a troll.
The two espers collided, sending out a boiling gust of air that nearly knocked the soldiers around them off their feet.
So it wasn't just the robots. Quite a few of the smaller invaders climbed over the armored door as well. They only came up to an adult man's chest, wore specially made powered armor, and had smoke rising from the simple thrusters on their backs.
The captain,