The Cyclops's warhammer and Battle Armor were not Enchanted Equipment. Green's equipment Manufacturing Plant in Landon City could not yet enchant objects that large. But when that two-ton iron hammer swung, its power was beyond doubt. Even a full-fledged Transcendent could only dodge and retreat from such a blow. Anyone foolish enough to meet it head-on would be reduced to pulp.
As four Cyclopes climbed the walls of Edis Prison and two more charged through the breach in its gate, the siege lost all suspense.
Of course, there had been little suspense from the start. The nobles and capitalists who had fled here had merely convinced themselves otherwise, while a few people with ulterior motives had fanned the flames and lured so many of them to Edis Prison.
Green stood at the rear, watching the Undead Army pour into Edis Prison. A rare trace of a smile appeared on his habitually expressionless face.
But he was not smiling because the fortress before him had fallen. He was smiling at the Psychic Energy balance in the Graveyard, whose numbers were shooting upward.
At that moment, the balance seemed to be riding a rocket. With slaughter on the scale of a war, it climbed by leaps and bounds.
A lieutenant colonel from the Anomalies Bureau came over, stood at attention, and saluted. After whispering a few words to Green, he received a nod.
The lieutenant colonel saluted and withdrew. A moment later, he returned with a middle-aged man sporting a generous belly.
If any member of Stinnard City's upper crust had been there, they would have recognized him at once: Viscount Bolton, the renowned mining capitalist. Under Marquis Bell's wing, he was the Marquis's agent and confidant, and he had also been making eyes at the Revolutionary Army in secret.
This time,