'I got careless.'
Allen cursed under his breath.
'The Magic Power fluctuations from calibrating the refining equipment must have attracted it.'
To a Crystal Shell Giant Scorpion, a creature drawn to sources of Magic Power, this was like a cannon salute announcing a buffet's grand opening.
"Stop operations! All units, prepare for battle!"
Allen snapped his spatial briefcase shut and issued the command through his mental link.
This battle had to be quick.
Crystal Shell Giant Scorpions were social Magical Beasts. If this one escaped, his brand-new mining operation would be as good as finished.
RUMBLE—
The two Pacifists moved without hesitation. Taking heavy steps, their treads shrieked against the ground as they flanked Allen, one to his left and one to his right. The sixteen Spider Slayers scattered like a disturbed nest of black ants, fanning out to the high ground on both sides to find the best firing angles.
