Several hours later.
In the vast, boundless expanse of space.
The planetary system—Kaimel System.
Within a certain battlefield.
Fajia was leading a large number of infected Mechanical Creations in a war against a local Interstellar Civilization.
Although, in terms of attributes, as a Mechanical Life, he severely countered those who relied heavily on Mechanical Creations, possessing the ability to transform the enemy's weapons into his own soldiers.
For some unknown reason, however, every one of those enemies had been equipped with special protective shields specifically meant to resist his infective power.
It was as though they had been taught in advance how to deal with the race of the God of Refined Gold...
This directly resulted in Fajia gaining very little advantage when facing the enemy...
The situation was like facing a pack of hard-shelled turtles that were difficult to bite into—he simply could not get his teeth through them...
Honestly.
It was not a pleasant feeling...
Just as he was considering how to eliminate the enemy at the smallest possible cost.
Suddenly.
Following the Information Net Dao exclusive to the race of the God of Refined Gold, he sensed a familiar fluctuation.
Moreover, he clearly felt a great will descend upon him.
It was quietly observing the surrounding situation through his eyes...
Not long afterward.
Before he could make any response.
Just as that will had arrived abruptly, it departed just as abruptly.
Leaving behind only a single sentence that echoed through Fajia's database.
"Hold them back. I will arrive shortly."
Feeling the lingering majesty within those words.
Fajia slowly knelt upon the metal deck of the space warship.
And answered fervently:
"Your decree shall be obeyed!!"
More than ten minutes later.
The war was still continuing.
And compared to before, it had grown much more intense.
Even though