"Prepare to conduct the tenth simulated run of the 'Ten-Thousand-Mechanism Spine.'"
Du Zhaodi had no idea about High Engineer's inner conflict. The fact that she allowed him to speak to her during work hours already showed considerable favor toward this kept male model.
Once she entered work mode, she recognized no one—not even family.
As she activated it, the entire 'Ten-Thousand-Mechanism Spine' entered its trial-run state.
This was the primary reason this mechanical leader had come to the parallel universe: to develop an ascension structure.
The ascension structure began to hum.
It was not the noise of machinery, but a deep, prolonged breathing, as though a mountain range were awakening.
Its enormous foundation sank deep into the vacuum of space. Countless thick cables pulsed like the roots of giant trees, channeling a nonhuman force into every joint of the spine.
The silver-gray metal framework climbed section by section, piercing the dim cosmic firmament. Its surface was not smooth, but covered in dense armor plates resembling dragon scales. Each plate opened and closed slightly to the rhythm of that "breathing," expelling thin white steam with a strange sweetness.
"Ascension vapor?"
High Engineer narrowed his eyes and pointed. Around the mechanical body, countless black lines traversed space-time, appearing directly around the "mist" before revealing their true forms.
They were all damaged, contaminated mechanical bodies.
There were so many that they stretched without end.
They were all remnants left by the great war in the main universe ten years ago.
Some of the heavily contaminated mechanical bodies had even begun combining on their own.
One indescribable form after another gradually condensed.
They were as massive as mountains. Their main bodies were grotesque chests piled from countless discarded engines. Pistons thrashed wildly in chaotic rhythms, spewing hot exhaust that smelled of sulfur mixed with