Blue Star, the Arctic wormhole frontline.
The Unmanned Legion continued streaming into the space wormhole.
Third-order robots, unmanned combat vehicles, aircraft, and engineering machinery were swept by the steel torrent into that distorted curtain of black-purple light, batch after batch, before charging out onto the Kona Satellite three thousand light-years away.
Around the wormhole, warning lights spun incessantly, their red glare dazzling.
Standing a short distance from the wormhole, Lin Mo ended his call with Han Niba and turned to the two Elf elders beside him.
Both had already donned Great Xia's latest combat suits designed for survival in alien environments.
They were called combat suits, but they looked more like lightweight mecha.
Unlike the towering, heavily built Pangu, they were closer to form-fitting protective armor.
Silver-white alloy covered the joints, life-support modules hung on their backs, and their fully enclosed helmets looked like upgraded motorcycle helmets.
From a distance, they certainly had something of a sci-fi Iron Man look.
The problem was that each of the two Elf elders also held a magic scepter.
Alloy exoskeletons paired with ancient staffs-technology and magic had been forced into the same frame. It was not so much a mismatch as something utterly surreal.
One of them, an Earth Elf elder, flexed his fingers, and faint mechanical sounds immediately came from his alloy gloves.
He looked down at his armored hand, then at the staff in his palm, undisguised fascination in his pale blue eyes.
"This creation is truly incredible. I just wonder how it compares to a set of Dwarf armor."
The Wood Elder beside him looked much more composed.
His beard was tucked inside his helmet, and his voice came through the translation module with a measure of the Elves' usual elegance and caution.
"Sir Lin Mo, I must make this