Waste

Loki's diving form suddenly halted. A particle beam as thick as an arm, fired from a low-orbit satellite, streaked past in front of him. Had he not stopped, that powerful Particle Beam Cannon, almost spanning the sky and visible as though it were material, would have struck him directly.

"The targeting system is adjusting parameters based on Loki's sudden-stop data... Adjustment complete..."

The moment Loki escaped being hit, the weapon satellite aimed at this stretch of sky began making cross adjustments to its beam emitter.

At the same time, five black-and-gold Atomic Armor No. 2 Drones descended from the horizon and silently encircled him as he hovered in the night sky.

Various conventional weapons began appearing across the five Atomic Armor No. 2 Drones—the cation arm cannons, high-speed particle-spinning blades, repulsion chest cannons, White Noise Wave Cannons, thermal kinetic strikes, powerful magnetic energy barriers, molecular-bond-breaking lasers, freezing rays that slowed particle motion, antimatter cannons, and a whole series of other weapons. All of them launched attacks at Loki.

He-El's battles had always been plain and unadorned. Once he understood an enemy's maximum output, he usually ended the fight within a short window of attack.

He was no longer as rudimentary as Atomic Armor No. 1. Back then, many weapons had yet to be built, and he could only fight at close range with a blade.

Now that He-El had developed so many weapons, there was no need to engage in close combat.

True technological warfare never allowed the operator to get close and fall into danger.

Remote technological control alone was enough to crush an enemy completely.

The five Atomic Armor No. 2 Drones circled Loki and began delivering all kinds of strikes. He-El had classified this level of attack as a test.

For a time, Loki was trapped in