Inside the workshop, the machinery hummed like a precisely orchestrated metal symphony.
Allen stood before his workbench, a freshly processed Control Core lying next to him.
As the final Control Core slid into its slot, the dim reconnaissance module on the twelfth Spider Slayer instantly lit up with an eerie blue glow.
"Run a full diagnostic."
CLICK.
The twelve killing machines rose in perfect unison, their jointed legs tapping the ground with a crisp sound.
"Form up by pre-assigned groups."
Allen ordered casually.
They quickly dispersed, merging with the units already waiting to the side.
Combined with the original twenty, he now had thirty-two Spider Slayers at his command.
Working in concert, their strength was roughly equivalent to sixteen Advanced Apprentices. In the desolate Zone 18, it was just enough for him to survive.
"Jarvis, bring out the little guy."
[Command Confirmed. Jumping Spider prototype activated.]
