The moment John's silhouette appeared from the distance, the Bulltors instantly recognised him. Blakar, reacting with the honed instincts of a seasoned commander, led ten of the Twelve and ran without hesitation toward him.
Even as he moved, Blakar barked out orders to halt the advance of the army, signalling the Bulltors to retreat even further back.
Seeing John approaching them alone, emerging from a field of active traps, running as fast as he could, made Blakar fear the absolute worst. He expected to see a tidal wave of Hiveminds or worse at John's heels.
"You need to retreat," John said, not wasting time with greetings. He didn't even stop to catch his breath, his eyes scanning the horizon behind the Bulltor lines. "This is a trap! A huge army of machines, way deadlier than the D-1000s you fought before, is coming. They aren't just coming for me; they are coming to wipe out your entire race."
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