"Alright, stop spacing out." Rimuru looked at Luo, who was still immersed in the Machine Clan forces she had just seen, and lightly patted her shoulder. "My power can only keep us here for three years. We need to get moving."
"Three years..." Luo turned her head slightly, a trace of confusion flashing through her eyes.
"So short."
"...It is rather short, but that's only from the perspective of your Machine Clan." Rimuru chuckled softly. "Luo, for the time ahead, I hope you can temporarily forget that you are a member of the Machine Clan."
Three years was neither particularly long nor particularly short for humans—
It was like a fragment of one's life. Three years could pass in the blink of an eye, with seemingly little change, yet it was enough to bring about a reversal of fortunes, a rise from poverty, or the fulfillment of a three-year promise and the return of a Dragon King—such "legends."
"...I understand." Luo fell silent for a moment. "I will cooperate fully... But without a connection to the command core, my combat capability..."
Most of the Machine Clan's strength was somewhat similar to that of the New Universe humans. Their combat abilities beyond physical limits mainly came from equipment—although their physical attributes had all reached the demigod level, without the main core linking them together, continuously supplying energy, and providing quantum teleportation support for equipment, psionic weapons, and the like, their only use might be as living shields capable of taking a few extra hits...
Not to mention that Luo was dressed so scantily right now... She probably really had not brought any equipment at all.
Rimuru, however, did not care much about that.
"We do not need that much force, either." Rimuru looked out into the starry universe as he pondered.