2150 The Power That Comes from the Planet

"Han Sen, I have heard your name before, but I certainly did not expect to see you here." The three-headed, six-armed statue stepped in front of the Bai Sema. The bird head in its center peered directly at Han Sen. It looked how a demon might, when staring at a defenseless baby in an abandoned stroller.

To Han Sen and the others, the strength of the metal statues was awe-inspiring. They were completely surrounded. And of course, the dragonfly-like xenogeneics were still flying about. There were too many of the insects to count, which made the situation of Han Sen's team completely depressing.

"Who are you?" Han Sen asked, looking up at the giant three-headed, six-armed statue.

"My name is Klinsmann of the Destroyed," the statue replied. As it spoke, the other statues stopped trying to attack. They merely stood where they were.

"I did not expect the Destroyed to be part of the Breakskies," Han Sen said coldly.