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Chapter 765 Chapter 765 Forge World 2

The communication officer, still trying to make sense of the robot\'s language, hesitated before offering a tentative interpretation. "It\'s… a forge, but not like any we know. They\'re crafting something… powerful."

Curiosity overcame Captain Ilsa as she ventured closer to the massive tube, her team trailing behind her cautiously. The structure, pulsing with an indescribable energy, loomed over them, its purpose shrouded in mystery. Around its base, slabs of metal were stacked neatly, resembling nothing more than ordinary bricks. Ilsa activated the advanced scanning technology integrated into her retina, zooming in on the metallic slabs, searching for clues. Yet, all she saw were inert, unremarkable pieces of metal. Confusion furrowed her brow.

"These are just metal bricks," she commented, her voice tinged with disbelief. "There\'s nothing special about them, according to the scan."

Her team gathered around, equally perplexed by the apparent normalcy of the materials used in such a sophisticated environment. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of expectation, as if the very air awaited a revelation.

Suddenly, the cavern trembled, a deep, resonant sound echoing through its vast expanse. From the shadows, a massive, monstrous creature was hurled toward the tube, its roar of defiance cut short as it approached the ground. The team tensed, ready for confrontation, but what happened next defied all expectations.

The metal bricks, seemingly inert a moment ago, burst into a cloud of tiny, flying pieces, swirling around the creature with a life of their own. The black, flying particles enveloped the beast in a cloud of voracious energy, descending upon it with an insatiable hunger. In a fraction of a second, before the creature could even touch the ground, it was devoured completely, leaving no trace behind.

The team stood in stunned silence, witnessing the impossible. The metallic particles, having consumed their target, settled back to the ground, reassembling into their brick-like form as if nothing had occurred.

As the metallic particles settled back into their original form, Captain Ilsa\'s strategic mind raced ahead to the implications of this technology in their war against the demonic forces. The power displayed here, if harnessed, could provide a decisive advantage. Turning back to the robot, whose sensors still flickered in the dim light of the cavernous forge, she voiced the thought that now consumed her.

"Is it possible for this technology to be shared or sold?" Ilsa asked, her tone blending curiosity with a hint of negotiation. "The Celestial Platoon could greatly benefit from such capabilities in our fight against darkness."

The robot regarded her for a moment, its electronic chirps translating into a response through their communication officer\'s device. The answer, however, was far from straightforward.

"The forge\'s creations are not commodities," the translation emerged, cryptic and veiled in ambiguity. "They serve a purpose beyond commerce or conflict. The will of the Forgers is not aligned with the affairs of the outer worlds."

Ilsa\'s brow furrowed in frustration and intrigue. The response suggested a level of autonomy and purpose she hadn\'t anticipated. It was clear that the technology here operated under a set of principles or directives unknown to them, possibly dictated by the original creators of the forge.

"Then, could we appeal to the Forgers? There\'s a war ravaging our worlds, and your technology could help save countless lives," Ilsa pressed, hoping to find a crack in the robot\'s steadfast stance.

Again, the robot paused, its internal mechanisms whirring softly in the cavern\'s silence before responding. "The Forgers\' legacy is bound by codes older than your wars, guided by intents not easily swayed. Your plea, while noble, is not within the domain of our directives."

The ambiguity of the reply left Ilsa and her team at an impasse. It was clear that the technology they had stumbled upon was guarded by principles or a will that extended beyond simple barter or the immediate needs of the Celestial Platoon.

Disappointed but undeterred, Ilsa nodded, acknowledging the robot\'s stance. "I understand. However, we are fighting against the demonic army. They are literally the number enemy of humanity."

The air within the ancient forge seemed to grow colder as the robot\'s response, now tinged with a discernible hint of disdain, echoed through the cavernous space. Its sensors, usually emitting a steady, benign light, flared momentarily as it delivered its scathing rebuke.

"Your naivety disgusts me," the voice that emanated from the robot was unexpectedly emotive, as if the metal behemoth before them was momentarily possessed by the spirit of its long-gone creators. "If you think the demons are humanity\'s only problems, then you are nothing but a young infant that hasn\'t experienced much."

The team exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of the robot\'s words hanging heavily in the air. It was a stark reminder of their limited understanding of the universe\'s vast complexities and the ancient secrets it held.

Captain Ilsa, though taken aback by the sudden shift in the robot\'s demeanor, stood her ground. Her voice steady, she replied, "We are aware of the broader threats that loom over humanity. Our immediate concern with the demonic forces does not blind us to the other dangers. However, we seek allies in our immediate fight, hoping to secure a future where we can address those larger threats together."

The robot\'s sensors dimmed slightly as if it was contemplating her words. After a moment of silence, it responded, "The Forgers crafted tools and weapons not for petty skirmishes but for battles that shaped the cosmos. Your wars are but echoes of those ancient conflicts."

Ilsa sensed an opportunity, a crack in the robot\'s previously impenetrable stance. "Then let us learn from those ancient battles. Share with us the knowledge or the technology to help turn the tide, not for our war alone but as a step towards facing those greater threats you speak of."

The robot remained silent for a long moment, the only sound the distant clanking from the depths of the forge. Finally, it spoke again, its tone less disdainful but still reserved. "The decision is not mine to make. The Forgers left safeguards, protocols that guide our actions. For any exchange to occur, those protocols must be satisfied."

"Tell us about these protocols," Ilsa pressed, encouraged by the opening. "Better yet, bring us to the forgers. Perhaps there is common ground that we can find, a way to satisfy the requirements of these ancient directives."

The robots were silent for a few seconds before they turned around. "Follow us."