Inside the Abandoned Underground City.
Lin Mo had just finished inscribing the first ring of Spatial Runes when three powerful holy auras approached from afar.
Three Seventh-Order Holy Human Race Mages, temporarily transferred from the wormhole defense line, had arrived.
Their footsteps fell on shattered flagstones, their cloaks snapping in the currents spilling out of the portal.
Through the Spatial Gate rimmed with blue light, the three immediately saw the carnage at the Kona Landing Zone.
Missiles climbed on trails of flame, electric arcs rained down, the Demon Tide battered the defensive line, and Pangu Mechas turned amid a sea of fire to fire their cannons.
One of the older mages withdrew his gaze, his expression darkening slightly as he approached Lin Mo.
"Holy Son, did you summon us?"
Lin Mo raised a hand and cast Purification magic on himself, then said:
"Yes. I'll need your help next."
"You've seen the situation. We need to open a few more portals. The bigger, the better, and the sooner, the better."
He pointed toward the area cleared beforehand beside them, speaking rapidly.
"The front line doesn't have enough weapons and equipment. The portals are holding us back."
"Payment will follow the usual arrangements. You won't be shortchanged."
The three seventh-order mages exchanged glances and nodded.
The older mage pressed a hand to his chest, his voice solemn.
"As you wish, Holy Son."
Lin Mo was a Holy Son personally recognized by the Pope.
Asking them to open a few portals hardly required sitting down at a negotiating table and haggling for three hundred rounds.
Besides, if the assault on the Kona Satellite failed, Blue Star or Terra would be the Demon Clan's next target.
They understood that much clearly enough.
The three spread out at once, each choosing a position for the