The Moon, Moon Eclipse City.
The jump base.
Beneath the shadow of a vast crater, a massive weapons manufacturing platform was operating beyond capacity.
High-intensity energy surged through thick pipes like blood through veins, producing a low hum.
Countless automated mechanical arms danced across the platform, dismantling, sorting, and smelting metal hulls.
Among them was a battleship keel several kilometers long, precisely sectioned by enormous cutting beams.
The heavy composite armor was fed into high-temperature furnaces and refined into basic alloy ingots. Precision components and energy cores containing the Mechanical Legion's cutting-edge technology were separated and sent to the module research base for detailed dismantling.
The bustling construction work formed a scene brimming with industrial might.
At that moment, A Lan stood in the base's central data room, reviewing the project progress reports.
The arsenal beneath his feet had once been built by the Star Network to deal with potential future crises.
Once the weapons of war were completed here, they would be sent to the war deployment base facing Earth, ready to respond to an invasion at any time. The sudden crisis caused by the Mechanical Legion had now been officially resolved.
What had seemed like a disaster had ultimately turned into a gift in an unexpected way.
But the Star Network had no intention of stockpiling these weapons for use when war arrived.
According to the Star Network's logical assessment, there was no longer any point in preserving the Mechanical Legion's war-making capabilities.
Earth, and even the entire Solar System, now had the Fate Race as an ally to provide protection.
If even they couldn't handle an invasion, then the Mechanical Legion's existence would amount to nothing more than adding more cannon fodder.
Whether it existed or not would make no difference to the outcome of the war.