In the end, they gave up in defeat.
The Steel Constructs they had once taken pride in, the ones that had let them run roughshod over the world, had truly stopped "obeying."
If some magnetic field or electromagnetic wave had interfered with them, every system and instrument should have shown it. Yet all the readings were normal, and everything was running as it should.
The machines simply would not move.
A Steel Construct that could not move or be used was just a lump of iron, no matter how intricate its inner workings or how much damage it could inflict.
This result was reported to the generals, and higher-ranking personnel behind them issued new orders.
The generals had no choice but to accept the truth.
The powerful weapons they relied on had been "scrapped."
They still did not know how many rounds of bombardment the Alien could withstand, but they could no longer bombard him at all.
"Go back," Meng Chuan said again. "Go where you belong. Don't start a conflict that has no reason to happen."
Meng Chuan's voice sounded in everyone's ears, perfectly clear.
That feat left the many people inside the Iron Shells baffled once more.
"Mr. Alien, you've only just arrived on Earth. Perhaps you don't understand who owns this planet, or who maintains order here."
"What you're doing now is neither rational nor wise."
"We're here to sincerely invite you to our country. There, you'll receive the finest treatment and gain Earth's friendship."
"It's a land full of freedom and demockracy. You won't suffer any unfair treatment there, Mr. Alien."
"And only there can you truly gain the friendship of Earth and of humanity."
"Mr. Alien, I hope you won't make an unwise choice."
One of the leaders shouted these words. His message mixed coaxing