Metal Robots

Without lingering too long in the Nethercold World, the Space Fortress burst through the chaotic layer and arrived at the Void Shadow World.

The defensive shield resisted the annihilating force of the void. This was the central region of the world cluster, so there would not be any overwhelmingly powerful sovereign-level void creatures.

Bzz...

In a flash, the Space Fortress vanished.

The thick defensive shield remained quite stable. Outside, violent currents of void turbulence surged and collided with the shield, annihilating one another and producing harsh, corrosive "screech, screech, screech" sounds.

The Blood-Drinking Battleaxe Stigmata Wizard motioned for everyone to gather before him.

"Forcing our way into the Rotten World, the five abyssal wizards will lead the charge. We must compress the entire extermination mission to within three years, preventing any possibility of large-scale reinforcements and pursuit by the Metal Destroyers. Anyone who has not returned to the Space Fortress on time after three years will bear the consequences themselves."

Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter...

Metal chains wound around his left arm, their piercing friction echoing through the air.

The Blood-Drinking Battleaxe Stigmata Wizard's two fangs protruded beyond his lips, making him look savage and ferocious. Thick streams of strange green vapor poured from his two broad nostrils.

Simply standing there, he was like a mountain rising from the earth. Green, who had likewise made modest progress in body tempering, was nothing more than a stubborn rock beside that mountain in comparison.

The Ring of Light Stigmata Wizard wore a stiff expression, like a statue. The halo above his head quietly radiated its uniquely gentle yet resolute light.

"Although the mission assigned by the First Ring True Spirit Wizard is to protect these new-generation potential wizards while they carry out their task, there is no need to truly regard these Level