Countless mechanical constructs whirled through the air, as a black mechanical gate slowly parted to the left and right before Bai E's eyes, revealing two distinctively colored medium-sized intelligences.
One red, one blue.
Their forms were low and squat, resembling human mechas flattened into the shape of tanks.
One of them wielded a sword and shield, as if a swordsman from ancient human legends had come to life.
The other, brandishing massive dual guns, stood motionless like a formidable heavy firepower fortress.
Their exaggerated color schemes undeniably proclaimed their identities—first-generation intelligences.
At the level Bai E had reached by now, besides these first-generation intelligences, ordinary intelligence constructs could hardly trouble him anymore.
Only those first-generations, direct inheritors of the Golden Age's technology, were qualified to battle Bai E.
