However, these shields were not invincible, and the rate of their destruction wouldn't match the rate of their creation back in the factories. It was still best to stop them from shooting.
Fargo had an answer to that, too.
While they watched the shields slowly create a path for his mobs, Fargo formed a cone with his ability, ordering several slaves to stand in front of him.
"Spread out," he said. "Make sure every area is covered."
The slaves' faces were pale, but they followed unconditionally anyway.
Fargo watched them spread out to different areas but mixed with other people. They wore the exact same clothing, too, so among the mobs, they were not easy to distinguish.
He sneered and looked at Alterra's side, who was still showering them with cannonballs. "HEY! ALTERRA!" he screamed. "Don't you find these slaves interesting?!"
The Alterrans didn't know what he was on about and just continued attacking until elements flew out, some of which even deflected the cannons.
