For the next five minutes, John's ultra-micro robots could only guarantee basic information reception and transmission functions, and could no longer carry John Rowland's consciousness.
In short, John's Beetle had now become a large, standardized nanorobot.
Nico Ross's five-man team had lost a member.
Under the heavy blow, Nico Ross seemed helpless to turn the situation around.
Dylan Mitchell's aged face twisted with tension, and his eyes were already hot with anger. "It's all over."
In order to complete the Sage Project, humans had made so many preparations and had been investing in it since hundreds of years ago, consuming so much manpower and resources. But who could have thought that the Long March would come to such a dramatic end right before dawn?
Dylan couldn't emotionally accept it, but reason told him it was futile.
Buzz!
After a brief adjustment, the centipede charged straight at Nico Ross as expected.
