In the underground hall, Tilan first healed Sherry's severed limb. This ability to reconnect limbs with bare hands amazed everyone again, even giving the illusion that this girl was almost omnipotent.

Afterwards, the five of them brought the Mechanical Angel out from the underground. It was already evening, and they all felt a bit hungry.

Gathered around the campfire, they watched the porridge and vegetables boil in the pot. A bit of cured meat was added to replenish some salt. The faint aroma of meat and porridge wafted through the air, increasing everyone's appetite once more.

Nearby, Hexia and Loloria sat together, talking about past events.

"When I was created, the Mechanical Council was battling the allied forces of four Black Suns. At that time, small Starships from different factions roamed everywhere in the Star System. My mission was to lead the subordinate Autonomous Units to eliminate these small Starship fleets," Loloria recalled.

"It was tough in the beginning because the enemies were numerous. But as more of our units returned from the front lines, our strength gradually grew. At that time, an alpha-level sister taught me a lot, transferring her precious memories to me, which enriched my knowledge of the outside world and informed me about the chaotic battles among the Black Suns in the Milky Way."

Although a mechanical lifeform, Loloria had almost human-like emotions, and her speech lacked the stiffness of traditional AI, being surprisingly clear due to the program's design and processing.

"Wait a minute." Tilan remembered something.

"Your memories can be transferred to each other, right?"

"Yes."

"Is this behavior common?"

"Common, but it doesn't happen frequently."

"According to the high-rank thought matrix simulation of the council, excessive knowledge does not lead to an exponential rise in ability. After surpassing a growth curve, the effect stabilizes, which aligns with the 'law of diminishing returns' in common sense."

"To avoid repeating mistakes from the glorious times, our memory transfer behavior is strictly regulated to maintain the diversity of the mechanical life core and avoid excessive homogenization. However, necessary knowledge as judged by the main matrix will be updated for all mechanical lifeforms."

"The Mechanical Council enforces a strict hierarchy system internally. At the top is the 64-bit main brain, below which are about 3,000 alpha-level Artificial Angels, followed by beta-level Artificial Angels like me, numbering about 5 million. Below them are gamma-level mechanical lifeforms, numbering in the hundreds of millions. Further below are the Mechanical Combat Units, of which I am unaware of the exact number."

Five million Sequence 7 Combat Units? Hexia slightly massaged her temples, marveling at this terrifying number. No wonder the Mechanical Council held out for so long under the siege of the four Black Suns. According to this hierarchy, the main brain at that time was approximately Sequence 9, a Favored directly endowed with Authority by the Dark Sun·Roux. The 3,000 alpha-level Artificial Angels were of Sequence 8 stature, followed by the beta-level mechanical lifeforms of Sequence 7, and gamma-level mechanical lifeforms of Sequence 6.

"And after that, what did you do after clearing the enemies within the Star System?" Tilan asked curiously.

"To reverse the passive defense situation, we were dispatched to conquer the planets and settlements ruled by the Black Suns. It was then I followed Lady Olivia to descend onto this planet."

"Lady Olivia was an alpha-level Artificial Angel, commanding nearly 4,000 beta-level Artificial Angels. I was one of them. After descending onto this planet, we engaged in a brutal slaughter with the Silver Wing species." Loloria blinked, projecting the images of that time.

The sky turned a magnificent red, like a crimson aurora draping down from space. The scene zoomed in closer, showing dots with wings diving in from space. They carried intense heat and speed beyond sound, with mechanical bodies emitting high-temperature radiation as they broke through the atmosphere, dissipating heat in the process.

On the other side of the sky, arranged in a formation that blotted out the heavens, were the silver wings. These beings, almost identical to real Angels, possessed beautiful wings growing from the rear waist. They were all female, clad in silver and white battle armor, intricately and beautifully engraved.

As an intellectually advanced species, they were not only distinctly beautiful in appearance but also equipped with various auxiliary Sky Air Fighters and Floating Battleships for combat. These war beasts also hovered in the air, and when the Mechanical Angels descended from the sky, they began gathering energy and firing incessantly.

Under the dense barrage of beams and artillery, many Artificial Angels turned into flaming wreckage mid-air. But the Floating Battleships weren't unscathed either. From the distant outer atmosphere, Space Starships orbiting the planet occasionally launched bombardments. The majestic jets carved gigantic trenches miles long, melting and shattering the Floating Battleships they passed, sending them crashing to the ground.

Subsequently, the extraordinarily agile individual units from both sides engaged in close combat. Iron wings and silver wings intertwined as blood and shattered steel scattered in the sparks, with bodies and wreckage raining down from tens of thousands of meters high, covering the land with burning scorched earth and crater impacts.

This battle continued from day till night. Even at night, the sky was ablaze with flames and jets, relentless. The combat units on both sides seemed endless, with casualties in the hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions not shaking their resolve in the least. The entire atmosphere was filled with the stench of seared and bloody flesh.