It was a machine body cast entirely in the gray of dead ashes. Its decayed metallic texture and that sinister aura gave Zhao Cheng an overwhelmingly strong impression of a video game grunt.
Based on Zhao Cheng's many years of experience, in any given work, the brighter the colors, the more screen time something got. With colors like these, it was unquestionably cannon fodder.
Of course, the apocalypse instance could not be judged by common sense. Every monster here came in the same hue.
Yet Zhao Cheng could sense that, in terms of energy level, this grunt was actually evenly matched with the mecha he was currently piloting.
Indeed, Zhao Cheng had long concluded through observation that apocalypse-transformed monsters followed the rule that the strong grew stronger while the weak grew weaker. Once their strength surpassed a certain threshold, the stronger they had been in life, the stronger they became after apocalypse transformation. For instance, Cang in the Ziwei Shines Upon the World instance had been forcibly enhanced to a height of several dozen meters.
But this instance was different. Zhao Cheng could see clearly that, in life, the machine before him had not belonged to the Empire's first tier. At most, it had ranked in the second tier.
The mecha he was piloting had been formed by fusing two supremely powerful mechas. Though its power had been severely worn away over the past several decades, and had fallen further because Zhao Cheng had not fused with it, in terms of sheer strength, it still far surpassed the former first tier.
Yet such a machine body was now only on par with a second-tier grunt.
Zhao Cheng could not help but ponder this phenomenon. Had the apocalyptic power of this world undergone some special change, reflecting the diversity of apocalypses?