The Palladians were insectoid creatures with big heads and soft bodies. They crawled to get around, and used tentacles even thinner than an octopus's to handle tools. If dressing up as robots weren't all the rage these days, most civilized species probably wouldn't even consider them proper intelligent beings.
In short, even when Palladians were skilled at close-quarters combat, they relied on combat programs preloaded into their mechs. The movements were precise and efficient, but stiff and rigid. They were nowhere near sophisticated.
Indeed, if a Palladian wanted to make martial arts look as though they were striking in every direction, they could only do so by imagining it while controlling the mech with their mental power.
Except these nanomachines didn't just bring their owner's imagination to life in such convincing detail. They could also channel psionic energy so smoothly that they could even trade blows with the disintegration field of an atomic lance...
I want them!
Compared to these ancient nanomachines, the gray-mist mechs the Commissioner and Old Man Paris had taken away for study were a bunch of backwater junk. The nanomech armor Feifei had snatched from her dear friends last time was even more of a shoddy knockoff from some backyard workshop.
I really want them!
But what had little brother Ymir said just now?
"Bullshit! Do you think I wouldn't recognize Mr. Blackrose? He's wearing a green suit full of life, glowing with a warm yellow light. He's obviously a friend to children. You can't insult him like that!" Yu Lian pointed at the four-meter-tall black mech in the center and shouted, "If that guy is Blackrose, then I'm Elyser!"
This was blatant slander and lèse-majesté. Under other circumstances, someone would have leapt up to challenge Yu Lian to a duel, for when the lord was