"Lady Elsa, why are you still hanging there like that? You look like you're undergoing maintenance. Wait, no, your eyes look a little off."
Inside the hidden prison cell aboard the Daughter of Shame, the chattering Giant Shark briskly lifted Lady Elsa down from the mechanical torture device.
It was a good thing he'd received a blessing personally bestowed by a god after fighting alongside Lao Wa. Otherwise, with Giant Shark's small frame, he really wouldn't have been able to move this "solidly built" Sentinel Primarch. Good grief, she was as heavy as an equal volume of compressed origin alloy—like trying to carry a small mountain.
But Giant Shark only dared to pull out the energy conduits plugged into Elsa's body. He didn't dare touch the special optical cable connected to the First Centurion's brain.
For one thing, Giant Shark knew his own limits. His reckless personality didn't suit this kind of delicate work. It wasn't as if he were a mechanical maintenance expert.
And secondly, he was mostly afraid something would go wrong!
Wasn't that how it always went in the movies?
A robot teammate got captured and brainwashed, then the team went to rescue them and carelessly pulled out the brainwashing device, only for their "best teammate ever" to stab them in the back or something.
Giant Shark might have been reckless, but he knew that if the First Centurion turned around and struck him, he probably wouldn't survive.
His caution really did save his life.
Lady Elsa was indeed somewhat delirious. Even with Omega energy protecting her mind, prolonged exposure to Chaos corruption had left her physical hardware in an irreversible state of decay. That was why Giant Shark had said her eyes looked wrong.
The Centurion's ocular equipment was suffering severe interference at the visual level,