The efficiency of androids was far beyond what ordinary humans could imagine.
Although they possessed a partial human soul and exhibited traits of sentient life, in essence, they were still a kind of robot.
Once their next course of action was confirmed, there was no room for procrastination or internal strife.
Instead, all androids united wholeheartedly to accomplish the mission.
Since the battle against the Moon was decided, under the coordination of the central command, all space-faring androids began to converge.
This marked a complete abandonment of monitoring the mechanical lifeforms on Earth.
Every available android force was gathered—for a total of sixty-one spaceships—and if their attached attack fighters were counted, the number exceeded a thousand sorties.
During the assembly of the androids, Wu Pifu was finally scrutinized thoroughly by these infatuated fools.
In order to create an exoskeleton battle intent perfectly suited to him, it was as if every inch of his skin had been inspected.
But as long as no one intended to truly bed him, he didn’t care.
After all, his current body was just a disguise created by his main brain, a small kid with dead fish eyes—what was there to look at?