"So this is the effect that can be achieved at the pinnacle of the technological path.
It's really quite different from our magic system..."
Magga strolled on the interior bridge of the battleship, one hand gently caressing the railing as she looked at the neatly arranged 'big iron boxes' below the bridge.
Each of them was five meters tall, with one side made of some transparent material, allowing a clear view of the flickering lights within and the flowing pipes of energy and liquid.
These were the large bays housing the main intelligence of the battleship, each serving as the foundational servers maintaining the main intelligence.
Among the servers below, Jin Bai's subordinates who were originally responsible for maintenance were now lying down, their faces flushed and eyes bulging as if to pop out, hands tightly gripping their half-severed necks, blood splattering everywhere.
