"We can't keep going on like this! Where the fck is John?!!"
Last night, Ricky had been sleeping peacefully when he was jolted awake all of a sudden. When he had finally lain down, he was beyond exhausted, his muscles aching from the hectic fights he had lived through.
However, at that time, the situation in the territory had seemed well under the control of his two primary fortresses and the stationed five hundred Bulltor.
Just a couple of hours after he had drifted off, the next wave of the machines had erupted at last. The Bulltors needed to work that hard to lure the mechanical tide toward the two fortresses. Even with their massive frames and numerical advantage, it was obvious they were struggling to replicate the results of the two humans.
