When strength was like the magma in a volcano’s crater, any creature that fell into it would melt straight away in its scarlet flames.
Humans had never stopped yearning for power. Otherwise, the Skyfort Consortium would not have created something like the nanomachines and put them to military use.
Milo could feel a raging fire in his body. As he raised his saber and stepped forward, the nanosoldiers could only watch him move past them with shocked expressions on their faces. They had wanted to raise their nanoswords and slash Milo, but his overwhelming speed at this moment made them feel like they were moving in slow motion.
When that black saber slashed across one of the nanosoldier’s chest, it smoothly cut through the nanosword he was holding in front of him, and his body was also cleanly severed in two.
One of the nanosoldiers couldn’t dodge in time and was rammed into by Milo with his armor. The nanosoldier could feel his chest collapsing, and his blood felt like it was being compressed inside with no outlet of escape. As a result, it ruptured out of his blood vessels.
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