Walk to where you are.

The virtual world created by the machine race can spread across a star region.

Therefore, there are hundreds of star districts in the territory of the mechanical race, and each star district has a virtual world.

Although they are scattered in star districts, each star district can communicate with the 'base camp', and there is a base camp for overall scheduling. Of course... it is just very cumbersome, and generally the mechanical tribesmen are not qualified to enter the 'base camp'.

Vika... He entered the base camp through the virtual world set up by the 'Machine Tribe' on the battlefield outside the territory. After a long period of transmission, his consciousness entered the base camp.

Only in this way can he communicate with his master.

‘Machine Tribe Virtual World Base Camp’ is also called ‘Yulan World’.

A pyramid spaceship is flying over the Flame Festival Continent.

"ha!"

The mechanical youth "Zweika" wearing green armor opened his eyes and smiled, "The master treats me so well. I only need to complete 80% of the master's requirements, and the master actually gave me another treasure. If I am beaten by those group of

The jealous senior brothers will probably be even more resentful if they know this, but what about resentment?"

"a bunch of idiots."

"Although in terms of physical strength alone, I am not as good as them. But in a life-and-death fight... I, the mechanical tribe, have always used various means. With the many treasures and trump cards given to me by my master, even if I was granted the title of Immortal King, I would not be able to do anything to it, and I was driven into panic.

, I can be seriously injured even at the peak of the title of King."

Zweika is quite confident.

Because he has killed many alien immortals over the years, and has made many princes, and he has built up his confidence through countless killings.

"Huh?"

"This human realm master...detector, projection!"

Zweka ordered.
Chapter completed!