"You Mechanical Race have absolute control over Mechanical Creations? I saw that you gave a single command, and even his ability to resist was erased." The Blonde Man watched Barricade depart and suddenly spoke.
"Are you afraid?" The metallic voice saw through the Blonde Man's heart.
"I would rather call it taking precautions. After all, among the Three Great Empires, only our Enlightenment Empire is an empire centered on Mechanical Technology." The Blonde Man candidly voiced the concerns in his heart.
This damaged Mechanical Race had greatly advanced the Enlightenment Empire's Mechanical Technology. Simply studying its broken body was enough to raise the Enlightenment Empire's technology by an entire level! And if they also had its teachings...
It could be said that every technological explosion in the Enlightenment Empire over the past few centuries had been inseparable from this Mechanical Race. It had always appeared quite friendly and harmless, and their cooperation had remained tacit and stable because of that. Yet this did nothing to dispel the lingering unease within the Empire High Command over its lack of control.
Over more than a century, although its existence had not become widely known, it was completely public within internal circles such as laboratories, where many top researchers gathered. In those hundred-plus years, it had even established its own Mechanical God Cult.
Knowledge and the mysteries of the universe were enough to make those outstanding and devout researchers bow their heads and become its loyal, fanatical believers.
If this so-called Mechanical God Cult had not merely been a discussion circle spontaneously formed by researchers, involving nothing beyond research and exchanges, the ever-wary Empire High Command would have suppressed it long ago.
Still, although this so-called Mechanical God Cult was merely the name of a circle, after a century it had become the