When Hao Ren told Salamander about everything, he felt rather awkward, because this truth meant that the Guardian Giants' vigil here for tens of thousands of years had suddenly become meaningless—the Throne Network had been a defective product from the very beginning. Even if the Guardians had waited for Vivian, the "Lord of the Throne," just as planned, the Creation Goddess's plan could never have succeeded.
But he did not hide any of it, because these truths belonged to the giants, and they had the right to know everything about the Throne Network. Besides, he believed that with Salamander's state of mind, even after learning all this, he would not lose his fighting spirit.
The result was exactly as he had expected. Although Salamander remained silent for a long time after learning that the Throne Network had an inherent flaw, and his mood sank considerably, he ultimately shook his head in relief. "No matter what, we did complete Mother's task."
"That means we have to delay activating the Throne Network even more," Hao Ren said carefully. "It has some very serious... design problems, and I have no way to repair them with the technology at my disposal. I'll have to go back and ask my superiors for help."
"I understand." Salamander nodded. "We've already waited here for ten thousand years. We don't mind waiting a few more. The threat from those freaks has been eliminated. For the Guardian Legion, this is the best period we've ever had."
Looking at the Legion Commander before him, Hao Ren remembered what he had thought of earlier and said with a smile, "Then, aside from rebuilding the various facilities here according to plan, you shouldn't have anything else to do, right?"
Salamander looked at Hao Ren curiously. "The Guardian Legion has indeed become idle...