Humans are so insignificant.
To the extent that York Donnaton cannot glimpse the full form of mythical creatures.
Otherwise, even with two particle weapons aimed at the back of his head, he would roll and crawl back to the exploration cabin.
At this moment, Artor is studying his "new mount."
It is a monstrous steel beast bearing the "High Level Planes flag."
The Sacredragon has never seen such a creation.
It somewhat resembles what an Arcane Master would tinker with, but lacks the aura of Arcane Magic.
When life reaches Artor's level, many things can be seen at a glance, perceiving the essence beyond the phenomena.
For instance, he "sees" the Constant Star Cannon charging and aiming at him.
Also, the energy operation within this steel beast.
Artor glanced at the part restrained at the stern of the mothership.
There lies a dazzling sun.
But now, this sun has become the "Energy Storage" for this steel beast.
Small yet great humans.
