It seems this is a unique enjoyment for the Mechanical Creation.
However, at this moment, the Galaxy Battle Armor, still rambling, was in no mood to enjoy such a service.
Upon seeing this, G7 sighed and said, "Brother, it really looks like you're struggling."
"But it's alright, as long as you get through this, we'll be brothers of the same race in the future."
"Have a good rest."
Then, with his "girlfriend," he left the room.
Meanwhile, deep within the thoughts of the Galaxy Battle Armor, the intense mental struggle continued.
The power of the Mechanical Mark was extremely strong and bizarre, constantly trying to twist the final will of the Galaxy Battle Armor.
However, the last bit of its will was exceptionally strong, struggling bitterly without yielding.
But, it ultimately had its limits.
After an unknown period, the last bit of will in the Galaxy Battle Armor was finally unable to hold on.
"It seems, there's no choice but to self-destruct..."
