At the Kona Landing Zone, outside the Portal.
Lin Mo piloted the Pangu Mecha as he guarded the entrance, its six-meter steel body planted beside the Astral Teleportation Array, the two Plasma Cannons in its palms firing in succession.
White light flashed from the muzzles, and Winged Demons lunging toward the core area exploded into fragments in midair.
Two Elf Elders cast spells beside him.
The Earth Element Elder leaned on his Staff, pressing rings of dense, earthen-yellow Magic Power underground, forcibly compressing the strata into an iron plate to stop Burrowing Earth Dragons from emerging beneath the core area.
Green light flowed around the Wood Elder's fingertips. Vines broke through the gray, cracked soil and spread across the surface, their roots binding the ground below and raising a living defensive net.
Just then, an electronic voice sounded inside the Pangu Mecha.
[Master, orders from the central command.] [The existing Portal's throughput is severely insufficient. Firepower replenishment cannot keep pace with frontline consumption.] [Command recommends concentrating Terra's Seventh Order Allied Army forces at one Space Wormhole, while our Antimatter Bombs stand by to seal off the other.] [This will free up three Seventh Order Holy Human Race mages to help open a Large Portal. Your coordination is required.]
Lin Mo's gaze sharpened.
The Kona Landing Zone was like a pressure cooker pushed to its limit. The Demon Tide battered it on the ground, Winged Demons swooped from the sky, and Plasma Bugs in space were still picking off targets with bombardments.
If the Portal, this steel artery, fell even half a beat behind, the frontline could collapse on the spot.
Lin Mo did not hesitate.
"Understood. You have full authorization to handle the arrangements!"
"Also, notify the soldiers to clear a casting area for the three Seventh Order