"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, sir."
"The first time, ten uses. The second time, one. And according to energy monitoring, the glove remained under low load throughout. No obvious backlash fluctuations or signs of energy disruption were detected."
"What about that community's defense system?"
"It's unbelievably complex. It's as if they had prepared at least three countermeasures for every possible method of attack we might use. Even by the most conservative estimate, that would have required at least a month of targeted planning and deployment."
Raphael fell silent.
A month.
In other words, long before they had officially moved against Lohr Morik, the man had already been building a fortress for his people.
Their two attacks had been less like probes and more like following a script written by their opponent, as though every step had been arranged and anticipated.
What infuriated him even more was their strategic failure.
This entire plan to seize the Antichrist's power had been built on the premise that the stronger the glove's power, the greater the backlash.
They had deliberately used mid-level attacks to force Wu Heng to use the glove, hoping quantitative change would trigger qualitative change and cause the backlash to accumulate until it reached the threshold of losing control.
But now?
Wu Heng had used the glove only to the barest extent, combined with environmental advantages prepared in advance, and casually resolved the crisis. He had even turned around and harvested their combat forces as materials.
It felt like carefully setting a trap, only for the prey not to fall into it, then casually dismantle it and sell it for scrap before turning back with a smile and asking, "Got any more?"
"He's mocking us," Raphael said slowly. "Using the lowest cost to achieve the greatest result, while showing us that even