But of course, Julius knew this wouldn't be enough. Even with pillars as heavy as trucks crashing down one after another, it still wouldn't be enough to bring Lukas Meinhardt to his knees.
This was the same behemoth who had torn through magi-tanks and combat mechs as if they were scrap metal. A few falling constructs, no matter how dense, were little more than a distraction.
Below, Lukas roared as crystal armor thickened across his shoulders and arms. The pillars cracked against the expanding shell.
Julius watched from above before recalling the nanites into smaller constructs toward him.
He adjusted his stance, nanites responding instantly, gathering for the next strike. He had always known this fight wouldn't be won through brute force. No amount of weight dropped from the sky would finish someone like Lukas.
"Gisela! Come out!"
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