At that moment, Chthon thought of something and asked, "Huh? Wait, Immortal Kang, haven't you had the factory manufacture any new Mind Armor all this time? Why do we still need to wait?"
Pharaoh Kang and the dozen or so Conqueror Kangs were no pushovers. Chthon was only an avatar, while Immortal Kang was half-crippled. They might not be able to hold out for long.
"Without my personal control, the factory won't manufacture armor, because all the Belief Technology is in my brain."
Immortal Kang treasured his Mind Technology too much to leave it in the factory. If the factory was breached or infiltrated, wouldn't his technology be leaked?
That was also why Immortal Kang had left no spare Mind Armor behind: he feared losing it—he had once been absolutely confident that he would never fail.
Moreover, to control it personally, Immortal Kang had to return to this universe. He couldn't operate it from another universe, or even unlock the factory.
Feeling rather helpless, Chthon could only grit his teeth and fight Pharaoh Kang and the others. They attacked furiously, determined to wipe out these two and avenge themselves.
"What happens next will depend on Immortal Kang's luck."
Watching this unfold, Andrew, the Mechanical Demon King, shook his head and ordered the Kang Council to advance toward the Core Universe. One Conqueror Kang was dismantling Immortal Kang's arrangements. Once that was done, the Void Storm would weaken, and no new defenses would appear.
That would let the Kang Council force its way inside, though it would take some time. In short, both sides were racing against the clock. What happened afterward would be up to them.
Whether Immortal Kang succeeded or failed made no difference to Andrew. His life and death were already in Andrew's hands. Andrew would simply turn