"No, you're saying that not only did you fail to take down that Demon Fortress, but you also lost ninety-nine percent of the Empire's thousand Type Four Steam Soldiers?" Lu Xingshi's eye twitched.
His experiment had been interrupted again. This time, Gatu had come rushing over, dusty and travel-worn. From the look of him, he had barely rested on the way; it was clearly an urgent matter.
"Yes. It was a monster Count Edward called a Soul Demon..." Gatu described it to Lu Xingshi.
What Lu Xingshi heard nearly made him question his life. Wasn't that thing the soul aggregate that had tried to possess him the second time?
"Wait, let me sort this out. You encountered a living one?" Lu Xingshi finally spotted what was wrong.
Logically, it should not have existed. The remnants left behind by those Interstellar Civilizations would either be erased by the world or assimilated by it. If they were intelligent machines, he could understand it; after all, those things were just heaps of iron.
But a living creature—moreover, a soul-based living creature—how could such a thing have survived?
Unless there was some device around the interstellar warship and Cosmic Fortress capable of resisting the world, those remnants of an Interstellar Civilization could never have survived.
Then he recalled that Edward had already purged quite a few before. That meant such a possibility truly existed.
One could only say that no civilization could be underestimated.
"Living ones are strange?" Gatu sharply caught the issue within his words.
"Of course they're strange. They're invaders from beyond the heavens, rejected and squeezed out by our world. There's no way they could have survived." Lu Xingshi gave a brief summary.
"But those monsters truly exist. Otherwise, I wouldn't have rushed to Dragon Mountain Range to ask you to