"Xilin is not in a hurry to kill them but is causing large-scale destruction to the Cultivation Room. This is our cornerstone; the longer the battle drags on, the more damage it causes us. In comparison, the Seeker of Glory is rather cheap."
Bologue murmured, "They've already fallen behind."
"Yes, exactly," Nesanel said, "I've always felt there was no need to see the Condenser as human. Our true nature is a weapon, a weapon that iterates with technology.
From stones, sticks, long spears, iron swords, and muskets, we evolved to heavy cannons, tanks, and bombers.
We can afford to lose these outdated weapons, but we cannot lose the factories that develop them. That would undoubtedly interrupt our road to the future."
Nesanel took a deep breath, "At that time, I was the Order Bureau's latest Seeker of Glory and possessed the most advanced Alchemy Matrix, but I wasn't inside the Order Bureau then."
"Where were you?"
"In the Narrow Countries."
