· The Ex-Machina's Plea!

Outside the Elchean capital, countless residents of the Human Race and Orc Race had gathered, each of them watching the thirteen girls outside the city gate with curiosity and excitement on their faces. Everyone present was seeing the Ex-Machina for the first time. Before this, they had only heard of the Ex-Machina's existence; in truth, the Ex-Machina had not been active in the world of Disboard for a very long time.

Before the city gate, the thirteen Ex-Machina girls stared expressionlessly at the crowd gathered ahead. Even with people pointing and whispering at them, they showed not the slightest reaction, their faces utterly blank, as if they were actual machines.

The next second, under the crowd's astonished gazes, the Ex-Machina girls who had been standing motionless suddenly raised their heads at the same time and looked upward. A clear ripple of emotion appeared on their blank faces, and strings of data flashed through their eyes.

"Are these the Ex-Machina who wanted to see me?"

In midair, Sora looked down at the Ex-Machina who were staring straight at him. Their bodies had obvious mechanical components, but those parts did not make them look strange. Paired with their emotionless expressions, they instead gave the girls an unusual charm.

"May I ask what you Ex-Machina need from me?"

Sora gently landed in front of the thirteen Ex-Machina girls, sizing them up with a hint of curiosity on his face. In his mind, the things Lu Qiming had once told him about the Great War six thousand years ago kept surfacing. It could be said that if not for the Ex-Machina's sacrifice back then, the Disboard of today definitely would not look like this.

"Evaluation. Beginning status analysis."

The only Ex-Machina among the thirteen who looked like an older sister gazed at Sora before