"This is the smallest team among all the intelligence gathered so far.
First: a male human. Non-Abyssal Demon magical fluctuations detected. Suspected to be a mage who has obtained fate-interaction authorization. Estimated to be at the initial Door Opening stage.
Second: appearance unclear. Human female outline. Aura identified as an Abyssal Demon. Estimated to be at the peak Door Opening stage.
Additionally, there is one local native who poses no threat.
Such a weak team, and they sent us to deal with them? And extermination is the primary objective? Those Guys up there are being overly cautious, aren't they?
The three of us are all at the peak Door Opening stage... What a waste of resources."
The speaker was a red dragon dozens of meters long, every scale branded with flame patterns.
His name was Baolis Flame Armor, a renowned dragon of the Dragonkin World.
He had taken second place in the dragon horde's battles and been granted the title "Flame Armor." He was only one step away from Mythical Construction... there was no need to question his strength.
He could not understand why his team had been assigned to deal with the smallest possible two-person squad.
At that moment, a mechanical voice reached the dragon's ears:
"The Mother will never make an incorrect decision.
Abyssal Demons are a special race that even the Black Tower cannot handle. The craftsmen, whose world is larger than ours, likewise suffered complete failure in their previous probing invasion.
We must spare no effort to eliminate the enemy, then bring their remains back."
The voice came from the mechanical armor covering the dragon's body. It looked solid, yet it was constantly flowing.
It was a Mechanical Life under the Mother's command. After months of coordinated training, it had achieved a high degree of compatibility