Sola unhesitatingly charged into the interior of the Mechanical Planet.
Although the other side most likely had an ambush, he believed that under absolute power, any so-called ambush would be merely a joke.
His immense power gave him absolute confidence.
"This is—"
He floated in mid-air, his eyes emitting three feet of white light. Under the effect of this 'Light of Imaginary Numbers', all mechanical operations were fully visible to his eyes.
In the Continent-level dock, hundreds of thousands of mechanical arms sculpted the alloy keel, while in another unmanned workshop, assembly lines were mass-producing the starship shells. Following the assembly line forward, a half-completed Tier 3 Starship was gradually taking shape in the main assembly workshop.
"Huh?"
The Federation was not known for starship technology, but still being an Interstellar Civilization, the manufacture of ordinary interstellar battleships was not a problem.
