The second option was to use the Heterodox Technology from the Ancient Black Box... Even as a Mechanical Sage, the risk of doing so went far beyond facing attacks from his peers within the Mechanical Order.
If this Heterodox Technology were to spiral out of his control, no one knew what the consequences would be.
But in this death game—this race against time—he had no other choice.
Time flowed on.
Forty-two minutes had passed since Matthias and his group departed.
Even with reinforcements in the upper port—fresh troops led by Stearns, company commander of the Death Battle Group's Second Company—and Reinhardt holding the line, Raphael, who was overseeing the entire situation, could already sense the defensive lines at the various Barge Ports beginning to collapse.
An endless tide of Demons.
Dwindling defenders.
Ammunition reserves running low.
And the ten consecutive aid requests Senior Think Tank Albert had sent to the front-line command had all gone unanswered.
