Pick Your Side

(An: Sorry for not releasing the chapter today, but I wasn't expecting that it would automatically set a minimum of two privileged chapters, and I was too late to notice that, sorry about that.)

The large dragon stood still in the middle of extensive green grasslands, his large reverse-slitted eyes looking at the unmoving mech with the shiny chromed form factor.

'Can I use this metal junk for something... all of its circuits must be fried... This thing wasn't strongest, but if this is supposed to be a regular trash level dungeon mob moving in groups, that will be a problem.'

Vesuvius wasn't naive to believe that he could just fly and bomb them from the sky without them having any ranged weapons.

'A civilisation capable of creating such machines had to have ranged weapons.'

His gaze fell at the glass-like blue sphere that was still pulsing in dimmed down blue light, 'This looks like it still works whatever it is.'