Boom!
As that incomparably brilliant golden cobra blasted forward, the Transformer appeared high in the sky in an instant and directly blew itself up.
Rumble!
A dazzling firework erupted high in the sky. Immediately afterward, countless useless parts rolled and clattered down toward the ground like a drizzle of goose feathers.
"So..."
Hill looked thoughtfully at the Transformer that could not even withstand a single punch from a Saint, then looked at Lake. "This thing is purely flashy-looking, but in reality, it's just trash?"
Lake looked at Hill. "Technology has always been utterly helpless before theology."
If that were not the case,
why had Midgard been sacrificed so easily by Odin back then?
Odin was a genocidal maniac.
The Transformers were indeed powerful, but that was within the realm of technology. When a Transformer collided with a Saint—a mortal body that could rival the gods—the answer was already beyond doubt.
Of course,
if the Transformer had fought a Bronze Saint, such as Adam, they probably could have gone back and forth.
But...
This time, the opponent facing the Transformer was a Zodiac Saint—and not just any Zodiac Saint, but the thirteenth and most important of the twelve Zodiac Houses. Most importantly, this was the first time the Ophiuchus Saint, who had been holding back for countless years, had finally unleashed his power.
Lake shook his head. "Hill, tell me. After watching how utterly helpless these Transformers are, will the Earth Allied Federation still care about them?"
Hill shook her head and smiled. "They'll care about the Saints."
Humanity worshiped the strong, and the military worshiped the strong even more. After witnessing this battle between a Saint and a Transformer, there was no doubt that the Transformers no longer tempted the military. The Saints were what truly tempted them.
Lake laughed