There are three enemy strongholds visible to the naked eye—those bizarre towers.
One core, the biggest of them all, sits on the far eastern front, closest to Seoul.
Two more lie to the southeast, adjacent to the rear.
And finally, here—three in the west, toward the Yellow Sea.
Beneath the largest Outer Gates, the enemy was moving with three camps as their main axes.
“We almost lost the rear! If a Legion Commander was going to show up, I thought he’d come out of that freak tower! Do we still need to send support to Babylon?”
“Haaap!”
A spear, weight behind it, drove straight down. Landing, Kwon Gye-na smashed the elbow of an enemy charging from behind and shouted a question.
“He’s S-rank. We have to trust him.”
Kim Si-gyun flicked his eyes to the air.
The “Wizard Eyes” deployed by Korea’s Magic Tower.
So long as the mages didn’t let that massive magic circle in the sky be broken, the Command Tower wouldn’t miss the bigger flow of the battlefield.
‘If they need support, they’ll find a way to signal us.’
The lack of orders even after a Legion Commander appeared meant Gyeon Riok was handling it well, but it also meant the line was that precariously balanced. No one could afford to vacate their post.
Grrrrrrr—!
“Team Leader!”
A beast that had been playing dead swelled its body and pounced to engulf him. At close quarters, the muzzle was practically pressed to it—no…