To be fair, this world should have had shipgirls. But it was too profound a place, and the cause and effect that might have brought shipgirls into being had been lost. If one had been born in this era, she might well have become a contribution from Marshal Yu to the civilizations of the universe. But if she really was a shipgirl, born from the remains of an enemy, that would be a truly heartbreaking shame.
Then, as he hesitated, a bright halo of ionized light suddenly surged up from beneath the floor, which seemed to be made of flawless, high-quality crystal. Like a viscous swamp, it wound around Queen Ero's body.
The last layer of armor covering her corpse finally crumbled, revealing the horrifying wounds on her body. There was clearly one through-and-through wound and two slashes. But what flowed from them wasn't blood. Instead, one wisp after another of blood mist, laden with an oppressive force, poured out.
That was naturally the manifestation of the psychic energy behind her "internal blood circulation." It was also the flame formed from the blood, psychic power, and resolve within Queen Ero.
Yu Lian could even sense a trace of the psychic's lingering will in the blood mist.
But the next moment, the blazing psionic fire went out. The clouds of blood mist seemed to break down into particles, then silently vanished, carried by the plasma as it seeped into the floor.
The floor of this enormous chamber was like a single piece of natural crystal, sparkling and flawless. And yet it seemed to contain countless tiny pores, invisible to the naked eye and beyond the reach of psychic perception. The plasma carrying the blood mist silently sank into the tiles.
Once again, it had been proven that a mind severed from