Su Mo looked at the number of gathered mobile units, then glanced again at the distant tide of Monsters in the starry sky. His brows were practically twisted into a tangled knot; the disparity in numbers between the two sides was simply too great.
With extreme gravity in his voice, he asked Tilo,
"Can we hold off the first wave?"
"Calculating interception success rate. Probability of success is less than eleven percent. There are too many of them. And our ships and personnel still can't all get into position. But Lord Su Mo, we don't have any choice now; the Monster tide is about to crash over us."
Tilo directly gave an extremely terrible estimate.
Su Mo's expression shifted, and a thought flashed through his mind. He immediately issued an order to Tilo.
"No. Our odds in a frontal confrontation are too low; we'll definitely be overrun. Order all ships to cut all chains and reposition behind the Heart of Forbidden Prison. Use the Heart of Forbidden Prison as a shield."
