Next, the imaska Empire began to operate.
The magic dock was ready to set sail, and outstanding members of various fields in the Empire were selected and qualified to board the ship.
The three soulless strange mechanical angels left the palace.
One of them went to the location of the magic dock and protected the magic ship as it set sail.
The other two spread their energy wings, and under the dark clouds, they each flew toward the position of the Saint, who was gradually approaching the capital of the Empire. Large-scale strange machinery legions also started to work, advancing one after another, and killing the God Saint like moths to a flame.
Destruction was always easier than creation.
This was the strange machine Empire that had developed for thousands of years.
Just two weeks after the sage left, he was forced into a desperate situation.
