However, as time passed, countless seconds, the figure of an individual with the same identical features as him appeared, but this time enveloped in a black exosuit, a gleaming katana in its hand.
"Defection is not allowed. Betrayal is not allowed. If you discover that your neighbor, your parent, or your child is a traitor or a criminal, you have to report them. If you don't, once they are captured I'll inflict the same punishment on your entire family.
Ves dared to snort. "I guess I do. I find it rather funny that you talk a big game about respecting the sanctity of human life, but as soon as there is an opportunity to harvest life-prolonging treatment serum juice from the brains of expert pilots and ace pilots, you guys pounce on it like ravenous beasts."
He was not eager to give his answer either. He had a strong feeling that there was more at stake than the legitimacy of the Hunting Association and so on. Power was incredibly seductive, so there were bound to be a lot of other interests that saw value in practicing one form of demonic cultivation or another!
"These super-class materials sound as if only dreadnoughts and god mechs deserve to make use of them. Do you even know how to make use of it in a safe and effective manner? If you do not, then there is a good possibility that the Instrument of Doom might explode if you rashly try to incorporate EE-343F-00334R!"
"Forget about the graser cannons, Tusa! Destroy the transphasic shield generators and power generators! We have already identified their approximate locations! Strip away the alien's defenses so that we can kill, no, subdue him! This is our best chance of capturing an alien phase lord alive!"
"You are wrong. There was a trigger." Scarlett sighed in envy. "Gods, so young and you've already gotten to the point it took me three hundred years and a half to reach."
Gloriana eagerly nodded. "I have always wanted to learn how to design expert mechs on an independent basis. I can finally end my dependence on your contribution!"