Ling's voice came from the Ksitigarbha, carrying such despair that it seemed to say—if you want me dead, just say so.
"How would we know without trying?"
Herta felt that anything was possible. In the Simulated Universe, she had once dragged Screwllum and the others into challenging a simulated Honorable Sage, only to nearly get kicked to death. That showed just how overconfident she could be in certain respects.
"Why are you suddenly so motivated to take out Honorable Sage, Herta?"
Qianyi looked at the genius before him, whose eyes were shining as though she wanted to dismantle Honorable Sage immediately, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.
"Please."
Herta crossed her arms and lifted her chin slightly, wearing an expression that said, "I've seen through everything already." "I'm preparing to create a second [Honorable Sage]. In that situation, even if I don't take the initiative against that mechanical head, it will sooner or later want to kill me. For all I know, within the moment it has anchored, I might already be a sacrifice. So is there anything wrong with wanting to dismantle it? No, there isn't."
Her logic was clear and composed, even carrying a certain matter-of-fact arrogance.
In her eyes, Honorable Sage was just a useless Mechanical Head. Other than saying, "Then let me ask you," it could not say anything else.
Therefore, if they could dismantle Honorable Sage and study it properly without bringing any danger to the galaxy, she would absolutely be the first to raise her hand in support.
There was no hatred involved, nor any other reason. She was simply curious.
"There really isn't anything wrong with that. But I'm curious—since you know Honorable Sage might target you, why haven't you even put in basic defensive measures here?"
Qianyi looked around. The laboratory's