"They were definitely still nearby."
"Find them. Kill them."
The leader of this band of scavengers sat in the middle seat of the aircraft, his face contorted with rage. He had lost more than twenty subordinates in one fell swoop. They might have been cannon fodder, but they were his cannon fodder.
As soon as their leader finished speaking, the alien creatures of all shapes and sizes aboard the aircraft raised their weapons and roared in response, then turned to leave.
"Damned trash. How dare they damage my property..."
The leader muttered to himself, a dangerous gleam flashing in his eyes.
Meanwhile, underground, Yang Bo was constantly pulling all kinds of Killing Machines out of his inventory.
Back on Earth, Ivan had already begun building the Iron Legion according to Yang Bo's instructions. He hadn't stopped his development work while on Little Planet, either.
"Ivan, activate the Iron Legion. Eliminate every force that resists."
Through the Minimap, Yang Bo could clearly see the red dots on the surface. Not only had they stayed, their numbers were growing. It looked as though they were conducting a grid search for the two of them.
In that case, let me give you something to enjoy.
"No problem, boss..."
Ivan was wearing a brand-new suit of Armor, much larger than the one he had placed aboard the spaceship earlier. Standing over six meters tall, it exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure just by being there.
From inside his Armor, he quietly said, "Activate."
All the Killing Machines came "alive" at that moment.
Yang Bo stood on the platform aircraft and flew upward, with Ivan close behind, followed by the ferocious-looking war machines.
Only a small fraction of these machines were humanoid units. The vast majority had been designed for greater combat efficiency.
Reaching the