Inside the control room, blinding red lights flashed frantically, accompanied by a continuous wail of shrill alarms. On the light screen, the blue dots representing allied forces were extinguishing in cascading waves. At the front lines of the battlefield, steel and flesh ground against each other in a brutal meat grinder, piling wreckage into mountains.
The twelve PX-1B main battle Golems that Allen had just brought off the assembly line were like fragile toys in the face of the endless sea of modified Magical Beasts. A giant crocodile clamped its jaws around the waist of a PX-1B, its metallic teeth vibrating at high speeds. With a teeth-on-edge screech of tearing metal, the Golem was snapped in half. Its Energy Storage exploded into a blinding ball of blue fire. The defense line was already riddled with holes.
