"Do you still need to become more powerful? Can you become even more powerful? What would be the point of becoming even more powerful? No matter what those terrifying beings are, if nuclear weapons can't solve the problem, what good will it do for you to become stronger?"
Having heard these words, the Martial Emperor did not immediately kill the metal man, even though he clearly heard this human describe him as 'just' his grandfather, the first Martial Emperor.
For he had heard far more unpleasant words from this human's mouth.
At first, everyone spoke Dragon language from the federation, so unpalatable that several translators would rather smash their heads against a wall and pass out than translate those words.
An almost imperceptible click sounded as the cockpit door of the Emperor Armor opened, and a tall figure stepped out.
He simply walked, his feet stepping on the air as though it were solid ground.
