The Southern Heavenly Gate star system, where a player fleet had just put down a mechanical rebellion.
Inside the cabins, the players were jubilant and brimming with pride. They carried the loot that had dropped everywhere, comparing and showing it off.
Although the Tier Two intelligent-machine army only dropped Tier Two machine parts, every one of those parts was top-notch. They were far stronger than some Tier Three common gear, while their equipment requirements were much lower than those of Tier Three items.
As for the +1% Mechanical Crisis attribute attached to the parts, the players simply ignored it.
Who cared? What was the big deal? It was only a rebellion. If they really got corrupted, they could just treat it as a benefit for their brothers.
Besides, they did not necessarily have to use them themselves. They could sell them on the interstellar black market, where buyers would fight over them.
As for what would happen if a mechanical revolution broke out in the buyers' factions? Look this way--
The Cybertron Legion gets things done. We are ruthless and don't waste words, and we specialize in high-difficulty dungeons. The more money you spend, the harder we hit!!
"This rebellion went so smoothly. We really have you two monks to thank for that." A player sighed as his gaze swept toward the two player "monks."
Shenmu and Yinchanuzi.
Although both of them were "Cyber Monks," their forms were completely different.
Shenmu had already been magically modified into a Spark machine. Aside from that still gleaming, completely bald metal head and the more than thirty brain-machine interfaces on it, he was covered from head to toe in over a hundred heavy weapons. There was no way to see any trace of a monk who saved all living beings.
Of course, he