From the spectators' perspective, it was naturally easy to point fingers and treat civilization like dirt.
But from the perspective of someone involved, facing a "Shrek" meant feeling the pressure of a mechanical body that could crash at any moment, every second.
The power consumption of the "Destruction Mechanical Model" had already been pushed to 120%, while the computational power from the rear had also reached its limit.
Amid the raging winds and torrential rain, countless mechanical attachments exploded open and shot toward the various ports on his body as if returning to their ancestral home.
This caused Destruction's mechanical body to fluctuate between the size of ten thousand meters and that of a satellite. Once it dropped below ten thousand meters, the warning system would blaze with red light.
The black tide would surge over like water.
The countless "hives" of the spatial beehive were like floodgates, opening one after another and redirecting the flow one after another.
There was one thing that civilization's higher-ups had gotten right.
This was an amber.
Little Bright Red gasped heavily, and not only because her neck had just been strangled.
It was also because her bioenergy had already reached the verge of its limit.
And within the dark vacuum of space, one "pursuer" after another emerged, most of them mechanical bodies.
Moreover, they were top-tier mechanical bodies from different civilizations.
Little Bright Red felt that she was truly doomed this time.
A cold mechanical palm suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.
Little Bright Red felt her scalp prickle, but soon afterward, she seemed like a cat recognizing its owner, instantly relaxing from her bristling state.
"I just made a deal with someone and was a little late. You did well."
Destruction completely activated its destruction mode.
As soon as all