Chapter 764 764 Forge World

Chapter 764 Chapter 764 Forge World

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?The stark contrast between the serene beauty of the planet and the menacing emergence of the robots created a tableau of impending doom. These giants of metal and fire, rising from the planet's heart with lava dripping from their frames, were not just a testament to an unknown civilization's prowess but a dire threat to any who dared to approach.

Aldred, witnessing the scene unfold through the projection, felt a surge of concern for his team. The robots, their forms illuminated by the inner light of molten rock, moved with purpose and intelligence, their sensors locking onto the scout vessels with unerring accuracy.

"Get out of there!"

As the scout team attempted a desperate evasion, the air was sliced by beams of intense light, each strike a precise hit that disabled the vessels' engines and navigation systems. The ships, now unable to maintain flight, descended rapidly, crashing into the sandy expanse below.

Inside the lead vessel, Captain Ilsa braced for impact, her crew thrown about by the violent landing. The dust and debris settled, revealing the extent of the damage—crippled but intact. "Everyone, report!" she barked, her voice cutting through the ringing silence. One by one, her team confirmed their status: shaken, but alive.

The decision to disembark was fraught with danger, yet remaining inside the vessel offered no safety.

"This ship is no good. We got to leave."

With a collective resolve, the team opened the hatch, stepping out into the unknown, only to find themselves surrounded by the robotic sentinels.

The robots, towering and silent, formed a circle around the crew, their weapons powered down but ready. It was a standoff, the air crackling with tension and the heat from the robots' lava-soaked frames.

Captain Ilsa, her hand resting on her sidearm, stepped forward. "We come in peace," she announced, her voice steady. "We seek understanding, not conflict."

For a moment, there was no response; the robots remained immobile, their intentions unreadable. Then, unexpectedly, one of the robots stepped forward, its movements deliberate. It raised a hand, not in aggression, but in a gesture that could almost be interpreted as a greeting.

Aldred nodded, absorbing their insights. "Our primary objective remains the safety of our forces and the successful continuation of our mission. We must approach this with utmost caution."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence as they considered their options. Finally, Aldred outlined a plan that balanced risk with the imperative to explore. "We'll move the main armada to a safe distance, beyond the immediate reach of the planet's guardians. The scouting teams, equipped for rapid evacuation, will continue their investigation."

Admiral Karis raised a concern, "This approach minimizes risk to the armada but places our scouts in considerable danger. We must ensure they have every possible support and fail-safe."

"Agreed," Aldred responded. "We'll maintain an open channel for immediate extraction and reinforce the scouting teams with our best tech for evasion and defense. This is uncharted territory, and our priority is their safe return."

The meeting concluded with a palpable sense of resolve. The admirals dispersed to execute the new directives, each aware of the fine line they tread between discovery and disaster.

Alone once more, Aldred turned his gaze back to the planet's projection. "If the Forgers of the Human Empire are indeed involved," he mused, "we may be on the cusp of uncovering history's greatest secrets. Or we might awaken threats beyond our current capacity to handle."

The armada moved to a safe distance and observed from afar.

Under the watchful gaze of the towering robot sentinels, Captain Ilsa and her team were silently escorted away from their crashed vessel. The landscape around them transformed as they moved, the barren desert giving way to a gaping maw that led deep into the planet's crust. The heat from the planet's core wafted up from the depths, a stark reminder of the volcanic activity that birthed their mechanical escorts.

As they descended, the environment changed drastically. The harsh, rocky walls of the tunnel smoothed and widened, revealing a sprawling underground city illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow. The air buzzed with the sound of industry; everywhere Captain Ilsa looked, she saw dwarf robots engaged in various tasks—smithing with hammers that sparked against metal, mining resources from the rich veins of the planet's heart, and carrying loads of unidentifiable materials to and fro.

The sheer scale of the operation left the team in awe. The dwarf robots moved with purpose, their actions precise and coordinated, yet there was no overseer in sight, only the constant, harmonious labor that seemed to fuel the underground society.

"This is incredible," whispered one of Ilsa's crew, his voice barely carrying over the din of metal on metal.

Ilsa nodded, her attention fixed on their surroundings. The robots working the forges and mines paid them no mind, focused entirely on their tasks. The air was thick with the heat of the forges and the scent of molten metal, yet there was an order to the chaos that spoke of centuries, perhaps millennia, of refinement.

As they were led deeper into the city, the corridor opened up into a vast cavern. At its center stood a structure that defied understanding—a massive tube, its surface alive with pulsing lights and strange symbols. It towered over the cavern, a monolith of unknown purpose, its base surrounded by a flurry of robotic activity.