Lu Bai looked at the white-robed Mona, whose expression had changed dramatically, and asked with a cheerful smile, even though he already knew the answer, "Why'd you stop talking?"
The problem with the technology side was that it pursued prosperity for the collective. It lacked the sense of security that came naturally to the supernatural side, where overwhelming power belonged to the individual.
Fortunately, the white-robed Mona wasn't there in person. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly have regained his composure as quickly as he had.
After a moment of silence, the white-robed Mona cautiously asked, "How did you escape?"
Judging by his expression, he hadn't expected Lu Bai to answer.
And, as it turned out, he was right.
Lu Bai ignored the white-robed Mona's question entirely and asked on his own behalf, "I was right about what I said earlier, wasn't I?"
In theory, new generations of weapons didn't simply sprout from the ground once technology reached a certain point.
The difference from ordinary research was that violent organizations—or militaries—had considerable inertia. Once they grew accustomed to a certain kind of warfare, they found it difficult to step outside their comfort zone. They would rather build on what they already had.
Apart from a few innovations born by chance, weapons were often developed only after a direction had been chosen, with subsequent efforts based on it.
This led the equipment used by an army to gradually converge toward a single style.
After suffering several consecutive attacks from the Mona people, Lu Bai had gradually begun to understand their approach.
It seemed that the Mona people's space-combat doctrine focused on long-range infiltration and internal sabotage.
This kind of development.
Lu Bai suddenly thought that if human technology hadn't been interrupted, this might well have been one of the paths humanity chose, too.