Resentment. Naked resentment.
The Machine Realm Grand Knight Commander was filled with incomprehension at the Golden Race's defeat.
It did not understand why the Golden Race had lost.
In its eyes, the words "Golden Race" represented glory, perfection, and absolute victory.
Not to mention that the strongest of the Golden Race was also the First Seat of the Hero Race.
Even at its own peak, it could not have caught so much as a glimpse of that being's back-a true Hero who had advanced to heights beyond its knowledge.
So the Golden Race should not have lost, and could not be allowed to lose!
Countless races and civilizations had placed their hopes in them and trusted them.
Even amid the annihilation that ended their races, every one of those civilizations and races had chosen to assist the Golden Race.
Every one of them, not the vast majority, much less a small minority.
In the truest sense, every race connected to the Golden Race had fought their enemies, even at the cost of everything, even if they exhausted all they had, even as their races were ended one after another.
Yet they had all firmly believed one thing.
The Golden Race would win.
As long as the Golden Race won, they, as its supporters, could create glory anew, and might even bring their own races to new heights because they had helped them.
It was a kind of blind obedience, but also absolute trust in the Golden Race itself, built over countless years.
Yet they had lost.
The First Seat of the Hero Race, the strongest of the Golden Race, had died under the combined assault of seven Transcenders.
The Seven Virtues that had protected the Golden Race for countless years had been pierced by some power, subjecting the existence of