Only Magic Could Defeat Magic

Ling Ping'an abandoned the green-skinned being named Gill to his clan tribe.

That was because he felt the call from the other end of the Milky Way.

The gears were turning, and the steel was cheering.

Countless machines were worshipping.

All the souls were muttering the same holy words: "Flesh is weak, but steel is eternal!"

Ling Ping'an smiled. "It's a mechanical ascension!"

Just as he was about to answer the call, he suddenly turned around.

He saw a ship that looked like a mosquito which flied out from the back of the star.

"So, there's a Peeping Tom!"

Looking at the ship, he felt extremely conflicted.

On one hand, he felt that this ship was incomparably beautiful.

It was simply a work of art!

That slender streamlined hull and the engine that silently provided a surging power.

It was simply a futuristic battleship from science fiction!

But...