Later, Loloria directed the relatively intact chanical Combat Units that could still be activated to clear the interior of the ruins and transport supplies to the surface.
"The sky is so blue, it seems the environnt here has recovered well." During the day, Loloria sat on a high stone, gazing at the distant sky.
"When I arrived, I was fighting almost every day and hardly stopped." Loloria said, cheerfully leaping up as streams of air burst from her soles and palms, allowing her to fly freely in the air, spinning several circles.
"Do chanical lifeforms need rest?" Tilan was very interested in Loloria because the residents of the Federation had only learned about the existence of such chanical lifeforms from data records.
"Of course, but to be specific, it's about organizing mories and conducting reviews and summaries." Loloria descended in front of Hexia, her erald eyes flashing with symbols.
"Hexia is quite special, especially your body." Her pure, innocent tone said easily misunderstood things.
"How special?" Tilan slightly covered her chest, feeling that this person was scanning her body data, not knowing if this black dress could block such data collection.
"Probably special concepts are attached, aning your body is not purely flesh, but a combination of concept and tangible matter. This situation often appears in those who are favored with authority by the Solar Crowns." Loloria tilted her head analytically.
"I see..." Tilan bowed her head in thought, recalling that the previous Saintess of the Water had ntioned sothing similar, although the current description was closer to the essence.
It seed that the person before her had truly seen the Black Sun and the Sequence 9 Favored from that ti, while the Saintess of the Water was modern and hadn't experienced that era.
It seed her ancestry was inevitably related to the Solar Crowns or Angelic container concepts, Tilan shook her head slightly.
"Alright, stop looking, co down Loloria."
"Okay~" Loloria lightly landed on the ground, touching down with her toes first, then standing firm with her whole body, her hands naturally resting on her sides, slightly resembling a duck, the action being sowhat cute.
Were these little movents of the Artificial Angels intentionally designed, Tilan couldn't help but wonder watching this scene.
Perhaps the earliest programrs and creators of the chanical Council were those among humans who loved little girls.
"Are all Artificial Angels female in appearance?" the young girl couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, they are all girls." Loloria raised a peace sign.
"Girls look prettier, and you humans like them a lot, don't you?" she said frankly about the reasons.
"We were initially created by you, naturally continuing this style and habit."
"Additionally, girls have benefits, because the frontal armor can be made thicker, housing more component systems inside, more suitable for industrial aesthetics compared to the male appearance without frontal armor."
"Strong muscular fibers of males are not very useful for machinery, using a female appearance allows the limbs to be made thinner, saving weight, making them more agile and fast, with stronger combat capabilities."
Is there actually a scientific basis for this? The young girl blinked, subconsciously guessing if the earliest programrs inputted this as an excuse.
However, according to Loloria's explanation, it sure made sense.
...
While Tilan and others were thinking about how to transfer the nurous useful materials excavated from the ruins, Shilin Mountain Castle dozens of kiloters away was already engulfed in flas.
Amid the sprawling firelight and cries, countless black insects sward among them, like an endless black tide, sweeping through every building, penetrating every crevice, searching for any possible surviving life, their sharp whining continuous, covering struggling live bodies, like a black shroud descending, leaving only residual flesh and bones.
"Burn! Burn! Burn those bugs——"
Wrapped in thick gauze clothing, the guards stubbornly resisting in the city scread with torn voices, igniting anything burnable within sight.
Flas and black smoke spread everywhere, filled with running footsteps, cries, whining sounds, wood crackling as it burned, all blending into one.
Within the fortress inside the Mountain Castle, tightly sealed windows and doors were covered with black insects constantly gnawing and searching for entry crevices.
As night fell, smoke and firelight filled the valley, incessant bug whining, the fortress that had been steadfastly held exploded in the middle of the night, the Grey Feather Species Transcendent erged cloaked in high-temperature flas, swinging a burning longsword to open a path for the rear team.
"Go! Leave here!"
Desperate chis echoed in the Mountain Castle, informing those still holding out that the final mont had arrived, if they wanted to live, follow the roaring voices on the streets.
"These are not naturally occurring bugs! They are one of the ancient disasters that wiped out the planet millennia ago, abandon any hope of resistance, flee to places where they can't pursue, flee to sparsely-populated areas, this is the 'Gray Cloak Scholar's' announcent!"
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