The one hundred D-1000 units were tactically distributed. The vast majority of their force was stretched across the edge of the cliff, pouring concentrated laser fire down on the Ogolith. To prevent a pincer movement, they had positioned a rear guard of ten units a few meters back, facing the emptiness behind.
John motioned for his friends to stay close. This split distribution of the enemy force wasn't exactly in his initial plans, but the distance between the rear guard and the main firing line was only a few meters. It was manageable. He simply layered his ability in rapid succession, extending the reach, and began to run like a ghost between the two mechanical squads.
As they passed the first line, John's hands became a blur of motion. He didn't use his sword. Instead, he reached out and touched the bodies of each machine, planting a Logic Bomb with a thirty-second timer on every single one.
