Governor Piers laughed heartily.
Without High-order Magical Beast upgrading, these aberrant creatures' only limitation is their low capacity for biological power.
If a race of high-order magical beasts ever broke through their own reproductive constraints, allowing them to reproduce in batches, they could quickly supplant the Human Race as the new dominators of the continent.
The brief conversation helped to ease the tension at the headquarters.
"Pass the order, let the magic shooters, Magic Crystal Cannons, and catapults in the city aim at the horde for free shooting,"
Hudson smoothly issued the command.
There was no need to continue hiding; the enemy was Magical Beasts who didn't understand military tactics anyway.
The fight had to kill the opponent, or else they would be killed by them. The world of Magical Beasts was this brutally simple.
