"Even at only level five, it's a little more troublesome to control than ordinary advanced machinery. Just what I'd expect of a Bronze Race creation."
Ye Qiyan stood before the mech, Transcendence Command draining his mental energy.
The mech before him was constantly resisting his control.
But it was no use.
Its body was already beyond the control of its own intelligence. Only an extremely broken remnant of belief was putting up a final resistance.
The mech itself had died long ago.
The gears sustaining its body were rotten beyond repair, and the parts plundered from other mechs were not compatible with it in the slightest.
Yet it was still "alive."
This broken belief allowed that utterly illogical body to maintain the appearance of continued existence.
Ye Qiyan raised his hand and rested it on its cold, rusted outer armor.
The belief within the mech surged toward him like floodwater finding an open sluice.
"You must be exhausted."
[Demon Card · Bewitchment]
His whisper made the mech shudder violently.
"It's time to rest."
Ever-Burning Belief began to clash with the lingering echo before him.
The mech's body fell apart. Those interlocking gears had been unable to bear the strain for countless years, and now, at last, they were freed.
Pain, sorrow, resentment...
All sorts of negative emotions expressed themselves to Ye Qiyan.
He put on the Sovereign Ring of [Glory].
Those emotions began pouring out their past suffering to him like a child who had found their parents.
"Is that you? Great... Nafroluo?"
It could not see.
It was nothing more than a lingering echo of belief.
"Nafroluo is dead."
Someone else might have pretended at that moment to be the Glory King, that member of the Hero Race, but Ye Qiyan would not.
He was very good at lying,