The damage caused by war might take many years to repair.
Interstellar wars were especially destructive.
High Engineer (Organism) gazed into outer space. Dark-purple streams of energy writhed through the void like living creatures. Countless "Mirror Fragments" had appeared in the vacuum of space, and many "Spatial Fragments" still reflected scenes from the previous battle. Some "Spatial Fragments" were like drunken brutes, spewing out vast amounts of mechanical components and corpses.
High Engineer could say with certainty that many of those components were parts of his "body."
After taking so many planetary cannon blasts, it was impossible for his wounds not to shed something.
However, the Anti-Insect Alliance should not be able to detect anything. Even if they found something, they would assume it was wreckage from the "Mecha Frenzy."
"What a brutal battle."
The Three-Eyed Governor beside him sighed from the bottom of his heart, with even a trace of lingering fear.
A true interstellar war had shown these local tyrants just how cruel it could be.
Yet High Engineer's other partner, Madam Emma, was nowhere to be seen.
She had died. The invading insects had devoured her flesh. A leader of a level-two civilization had been eaten clean without even putting up much of a fight.
Even her collection—a group of reproductive organs from second- and third-tier species—had been devoured completely.
That was fine, too.
At least after she went down there, she would not have to worry about running out of toys.
The Leviathan Grand Elder also flew over and hovered beside High Engineer. He bowed and stood behind him without saying a word.
The Grand Elder had lost one hand.
As for the miscellaneous components he had lost from the rest of his body, there were even more of them.
During the earlier battle, he had