"Just having two enemy factions appear in the replica is eerie enough." Xiao Siyuan said, "Have you ever thought about a more bizarre possibility?"
"What possibility?" Li Zheng asked.
The stitching was nearing completion, and Xiao Siyuan only needed to perform a few simple final touches. Thus, he wasn't as focused as before.
"I heard you mention that when the last three Cron were killed, the two robots looked at the bodies, seemingly sad." Xiao Siyuan gathered some Black Water to clean the stitched wound and said, "Before that, you'd killed several Kron Race members, why didn't they seem sad then?"
"Didn't I already say? Maybe those last two guys happened to be their previous masters."
Xiao Siyuan looked up and asked, "If Earth had the technology to make these robots, would you buy one to carry a Plasma Cannon with you?"
Especially given the power of these Plasma Cannons, which can easily destroy concrete structures and kill ordinary carbon-based lifeforms as if playing a game.
