Raymond rose to his feet. At seven and a half feet tall, he was like a moving wall, the blue cracks across his skin shimmering beneath the lights. "Understood."
"Right flank—Marcus, lead the Berserker Knights and three thousand elite demon hunters through the northern breach. Same objective."
Marcus stood. He was built similarly to Raymond, but the cracks in his skin were the color of black ice, like marks left behind by ten-thousand-year-old frozen ice.
He nodded without speaking.
"Center—Elena, Michelle, lead the magic knight order and five thousand main-force demon hunters in a frontal advance along the central route. Your mission is to deploy the Holy Light Countermeasure Array and the Purgatory Sealing Array, suppress the bastion core's energy, and cut off the angels' reinforcement routes."
Elena's crystalline hair drifted slightly. "Understood."
The spikes behind Michelle trembled. "Let them have a taste of being suppressed."
"Air division—Karim, summon high-ranking Purgatory creatures to tie down the angels' aerial forces. Leave the flying ones to your children."
Karim's amber vertical pupils narrowed, and all twelve scorpion tails rose at once. "They've been waiting a long time."
"Kyle, you'll relay battlefield intelligence in real time. I need to know the angels' movements every minute."
Kyle's figure solidified from the void, the white eye on his forehead opening. "Understood."
"Layla will handle the rear. Guard the temporary medical station and treat the wounded. Send all critically injured personnel to her."
The six eyes on the back of Layla's hand all turned toward Wu Heng. "I'll keep them alive."
"Hans, Martin, coordinate the attack pace of every unit. Hans will handle time calculations, and Martin will direct the battlefield."
Hans's fingers continued tapping against the table.
"Three hundred and twenty-seven plans. Three remain now."
The countless images flickering across the bone spurs behind Martin