The giant metal robot in the darkness looked particularly menacing.
Six jet pipes connected to its internal power engine spread out behind it, resembling the wings of an angel.
As Avalon's most advanced technological creation, it possesses combat modes for both the Magic Prohibition Zone and regular environments.
A deep blue cross lightsaber slowly unfolded from the armor on its right arm.
"I must admit, the choice you made exceeded my calculations."
A familiar voice emerged from the metallic giant's mouth.
"Normally, garbage discharged from the waste processing plant to the Lower City District should go through seven procedures, including high-temperature disinfection and compression packing."
"That must be very costly."
"Yes."
As long as the profit is high enough, capitalists don't mind selling the noose around their necks.
Moreover, it's just garbage processing, what could go wrong?
Well, now there's a big problem.
"You shouldn't have made such a mistake."
