"What exactly are these fragile lives, able to command these high-intelligence metal robots to serve them?"
Muttering to himself, Green suddenly felt as if he was at the mouth of a giant vortex of mystery, like a dark curtain obscuring the truth and appearances. He yearned to tear it apart but couldn't destroy it by brute force; he could only use the most delicate wisdom to gradually unveil it.
Ruins World, with countless ruins of varying sizes and scales.
In the eyes of Green, the Stigmata Sorcerer, though the design of these cities was exquisite, the process seemed obviously hurried, and their period of flourishing was relatively short. Then, a medium to high-scale war occurred here, which has been silenced for at least several eras.
"Hiss..."
While turning the scaled armor creature, which had discovered the traces of his Robe of Appearances, into a biological specimen, Green took a deep breath, his Three-Colored Light Eyes in contemplation, gazing at the high sky.
