In the sky, Efan stood like a war god watching the world from his throne.
In front of him hovered a massive holographic screen displaying the map of Main Fortress #8. Dozens of blue dots covered the map, filling the entire area of the Invictus sect's headquarters. They were robots—duplicates created by Lein over the past five hours. Their total? Over thirty-seven million.
"Still not coming out, huh," Efan muttered with a wide grin. His gaze stayed fixed on the hologram, monitoring the battlefield at Main Fortress #8. Thousands of blue dots blinked across the screen—all of them remote-controlled robot units.
Despite the staggering number—over thirty-seven million units—Efan understood their limitations. These robots could only rival the strength of a tier-3 lord. If they were to encounter enemies beyond that level—masters or even grandmasters—they would be nothing more than butter under a hot blade.
