"Damn it! The frequency isn't matching!"
"It's charging too slowly! Increase the input of Magic Crystal Stones!"
"Forget the frequency! Overload it and activate it now! Hurry!"
WHOOM—
A pale golden curtain of light erupted from the tip of the tower, spreading outward like an inverted, wobbling bowl.
But it was too slow.
For the reapers streaking across the sky at high speed, it was like a tortoise trying to block a hailstorm with its shell.
Ola lay prone on Stuka's back, watching the slowly closing curtain of light below.
'Looks like the master down there is pretty shy, trying to draw the curtains already?'
He laughed maniacally over the public channel.
"All units, don't go easy on them! Unload the rest of the goods! Before that tortoise shell closes up!"
"SKREEE—!"
Stuka let out a sharp cry, and with a beat of its wings, executed a beautiful barrel roll in the air.
The last few dozen bombs were released.
