The Petrachelys was quietly suspended in space. A few kilometers down below was the gigantic energy shield of the Naqdal Continent. The fortress, built on the foundation of a space continent, was moving out from the inspection array. The land filled with temples, artillery, factories, and drone hangers was moving slowly below the spacecraft. On the real-time screen onboard the Petrachelys, it looked like the scene of a moving steel jungle.
"It is an incredible miracle." Y'zaks was amazed. The old demon might no longer lead his army to war, but the awe-inspiring war machine still earned his praise. "In my homeworld, the scale of this thing is large enough to accommodate a few kingdoms. But here, it is a mobile weapon that carries some devastating power."
