Xiao Ran suddenly deployed the Dragon God Mecha and summoned countless Dragon Scale Machines to completely surround them. The sudden turn of events left everyone present staring in shock. Faced with the densely packed Dragon Scale Machines around them, no one even dared to move.
The frivolity and ferocity on Miet's face vanished completely, leaving only gravity and vigilance. Zhen drew the long blade nearly as tall as himself and held it horizontally before him, shielding the little Nia and White Tiger. Even beneath his mask, his face had lost its indifference and calm as he warily watched Xiao Ran.
"Don't be so nervous." Xiao Ran smiled. "I know the abilities and powers of every one of you. Miet, the Aetherium, and Zhen, the strongest Blade—your abilities are indeed outstanding. But I don't think they pose any threat to me. Even if you can accelerate your own time or summon some kind of power to attack me, even if I don't possess your strange abilities, the difference in our power levels is a gulf you cannot cross. How about we talk? After all, weren't we allies for a few seconds before? It wasn't long, but I think you should have been able to sense my sincerity."
Miet slowly nodded, heavily. He placed a hand on Zhen's shoulder and said in a low voice, "All right. Seeing the thing you brought out, I suddenly want to have a proper talk with you too. But could you stop pointing those weapons at us?"
"I'm afraid not." Xiao Ran spread his hands with a faint smile, then turned toward the Gamers trapped within his encirclement. He said to Miasma, "How about you handle these people?"
Miasma was still somewhat dazed, but she answered Xiao Ran simply and decisively, "What do you want to