As for the mech's detection modules and energy assessment modules, all of them displayed out-of-limit readings. Every aspect of the Abomination Body before them had already surpassed the upper limits of what the mech could measure and calculate.
From Zhao Cheng's perspective, however, the Abomination Body before him was nothing more than a "garbage painting" constructed from countless chaotic little line segments and ink dots of every size—disorderly and utterly illogical.
He could not help but wonder: with a structure like this, a pile of crap even crappier than a crap pile, why had it not collapsed?! It had even evolved specifically in the direction of spacetime traversal.
Was the adhesive quality of those apocalypse factors simply too powerful? Or was this a miracle wrought by the power of life and mind?!
Rumble!
A torrent of black lightning erupted from the Abomination Body, turning it into a black sun.
Under such an attack, the Empire's greatest crystallization of technology was like a mere bug, about to melt away in an instant.
The two Observers had even calculated that, 0.0213 seconds later, the mech would melt away completely, vanish like smoke and clouds, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
This was no longer merely the hunting instinct of an apocalyptic lifeform. It also contained the Abomination Body's hatred for the Empire.
But in the next instant, the data-analysis modules of the two Observers reported an error once again.
Within the dark torrent, the little golden sun had indeed disappeared—but it had not melted away. Instead, it had turned into a small golden sphere, grasped in a hand.
Of course, that "small" was only in relation to that hand.
Zhao Cheng let his hands hang at his sides, feeling that a boy's joy was rather short-lived.
He had originally thought he could