Weakness?

The Colossus Civilization's high-ranking officials, having regained their senses, stared fixedly at the unscientific Seraphim Sword before them.

They did not understand what the researchers were saying, but they had only one thought: "Study it. Find a way to reverse-engineer its technology."

But the researchers' expressions immediately fell. With miserable faces, they said, "According to our readings, its energy is continuously decaying and will soon vanish completely. I'm afraid we do not have enough time to study it."

"What?"

A miraculous sword was right before their eyes, yet they could only watch it disappear. The feeling was unbearable.

"Do everything possible to keep it." The high-ranking officials issued a death order.

"I'm sorry, but we can't do it." The researchers' answer was equally blunt.

"Then begin studying it now."

Derek had already returned to the Warship Carrier, and Seraphim's glow had faded to a dim shimmer.

When a mech chose to keep a low profile, it possessed an incomparable advantage in concealment.

Especially on the scale of space, a mech was truly minuscule.

Once they returned to the hangar, Tru and the others immediately stepped forward to record the data.

Every time Seraphim took action, it provided precious research material.

Technological progress could not be separated from practical data feedback.

The only pity was that this Seraphim had reached its end.

Energy conversion was irreversible. With the Great Xia Empire's current technology, the price of overwhelming combat power was the consumption of vast resources.

But it was all worth it. If necessary, Derek was willing to discard several Seraphims a day.

He did not leave the hangar immediately. Actual combat felt different from routine simulated piloting.

That sensation of pushing himself to the limit allowed him to experience even greater power.

Honestly, that feeling of power was addictive.

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