If you kill a Divine Soul, even a Divine can fall. No matter how strange or unique a consciousness-based existence is, it absolutely isn't indestructible. Johnnie didn't believe any being could achieve true immortality.
"Are you Mechanical Race or Demon Clan?" He asked curiously, but at the same time, quietly sent his mind to invade the mechanical behemoth's mind and check its directives.
Buzz...
Johnnie's head suddenly buzzed, pain stabbing through his mind, blood trickling from his seven orifices—his soul had actually been hit by backlash.
It felt like some kind of Soul Power.
He looked shocked. He sensed a vast Soul Power and a flood of memories from the other's mind; this didn't feel like the standard Mechanical Race.
The mechanical giant clearly knew what Johnnie had done, but didn't care. It said coolly, "I used to be Demon Clan, but I fell. The Mechanical Race granted me new life. Now, I am Mechanical Race."
