"I only ran a single universe simulation, and I immediately ran into them!"
"You're just throwing around products rated at the highest danger level. Do you know what would happen if these things fell into the hands of someone with ulterior motives?!"
"Have you all completely forgotten Chadwick's death?!"
From the unfathomably deep subspace, Screwllum's voice descended like thunder tearing through the night sky.
The fury within that voice was like a maddened dragon trapped in chains, struggling and roaring through endless darkness, making even the surrounding space seem to tremble.
He seemed truly enraged, with barely a trace of the rationality a mechanical lifeform ought to possess. This guy had completely inherited Rupert and Pativia's assets. By himself, he was equivalent to three generations of emperors!
Yet he had absolutely no intention of using the power he ought to wield as the Mechanical Monarch. Instead, under the watchful eyes of the people of neighboring Jarilo, he once again activated Chadwick's creation.
Dozens of terrifying lights instantly illuminated the entire region of space!
Unlike the previous bombardment, which looked like it could merely toss some light at an Emissary, this strike was dozens of times stronger! If it landed solidly, even an Emissary whose Stat Allocation focused on physical strength would be stripped of a layer of skin!
Sunday instinctively moved to summon the Divine Lord Day, only for a hand to seize his shoulder.
"Go defend Jarilo first."
Defend Jarilo?
Sunday narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. Only then did he realize that Herta's pupils had been dyed with a heart-palpitating darkness, as though an abyss were staring back, devouring the surrounding light.
She stood there, yet an indescribable chill pervaded her entire body.
"What right do you have to criticize us?"
"Just because of your anger,