With Rank S Sentinel making its move, destroying the Rank C Bladed-Arm Sentinels wasn't that difficult.
In just a few moments, the forest had become silent, save for the faint sound of burning circuits.
Meanwhile, Atom stood among the wreckage with its black armor gleaming faintly in the dim light.
"Good job, Atom…" Russel said with a sigh. He really thought that he was about to die just now.
Around them lay the remains of the seven bladed‑arm Sentinels; their frames were already mangled, but they could still loot something from them.
One by one, Atom bent down, its movements were swift as it knew what to loot from these Sentinels…
From each fallen unit, it extracted the glowing energy cores, storing them carefully within its compartment.
Then, with equal efficiency, it detached the curved blades from their arms.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
The weapons were heavy and still humming faintly with residual power. However, Atom stacked them neatly, as if cataloging trophies.
