The Mechanical Army, which took decades to gather resources and build, might, in the opponent's eyes, just be a speck of dust blocking their view.
When the battle damage data was compiled, the last bit of luck in the Central Brain's heart was completely shattered.
"You have unsealed genetic technology?"
Facing an inevitable defeat, the Central Brain seemed resigned to fate, as the blue-haired young boy it generated looked calmly at the projection from the Star Network and asked.
The terrifying combat power displayed by this silver figure is clearly not something that the Small World of Earth can foster.
Sixty years ago, when it sent the Mechanical Third Legion to Earth, it conducted an extremely detailed scan and assessment of the planet's civilization Combat Level.
If this silver-haired figure had been present at the time, the Mechanical Third Legion would have been erased in an instant, without any resistance.
