The Supreme Mecha spoke again, its voice indifferent, indistinguishable between male and female.
The Emperor remained silent upon hearing this, then continued to observe the dimming battlefield light screens.
Who would choose to leave their world, to flee pathetically, unless absolutely necessary?
Moreover, given the current situation, some would leave while others would remain as corpses forever.
A thought flashed by, and the Emperor stayed silent.
The Supreme Mecha did not urge, instead, it too felt a bit puzzled.
The Angel King had yet to make an appearance, and no one could guarantee whether they would encounter attacks from angels and demigods during the migration of civilization.
Moreover, the assistance promised by the visitors from Earth Star had yet to be realized...
Suddenly, awareness of this crucial point arose simultaneously.
The two sacred beings determining the future of the Calamity World hesitated, wavering.
And soon, it seemed to respond.
Clang!!
