It was a brief and peculiar exchange, but it had stirred up Salaman's mind.
After completing its mission, the weird-looking drone slowly turned transparent before the eyes of the giants. Its energy reaction left the defense platform and flew straight into the battlefield. A few minutes later, a burst of light appeared on the battlefield—it had self-destructed.
A small metal box of only ten centimeters square was left on the platform. Salaman carefully picked up the gadget, which looked as tiny as gravel in his hand, with his two fingers. Text projected out of the device. It is our communicator. It may be a little too small for you, but don't worry about that, just use it.
Salaman put away the little thing with a blank expression. His adjutant could not help but ask, "General, do you believe this stranger?"
"The Guardian Legion will cooperate with the coming operation of the drone army," Salaman said in a deep voice. "We will face the festered head-on."
