In the Name of Empress-Chapter 584 - 347: They Are Exhausted

Watching the relieved expressions of everyone, Roland sternly reminded, "Sofia is the final trump card for all of humanity; she cannot be deployed lightly. If she were to act every time a few enemies appeared, would there still be hope for us humans?"

These words carried a tone of detached arrogance, especially in the face of the hellish scene of war machines wreaking havoc nearby and innocent civilians dying tragically on the spot.

Fortunately, everyone present was accustomed to such high-sounding words and felt a strong sense of identification with Roland’s statement.

Duke Reinhardt asked gravely, "If the final trump card can’t be deployed easily and we can’t stop these damn steel beasts, are we supposed to watch them leave after the slaughter?"

Roland looked at the war machines going on a killing frenzy and said slowly, "Don’t worry, this is their last frenzy. They will pay dearly, I promise."

Reinhardt looked at Roland in astonishment, somewhat incredulous, and asked, "Mr. Roland, although it’s a bit impolite to say so, are you really confident?"

"I am very certain."

Roland continued to observe the actions of the three war machines coldly.

It was evident that their area of effect attack power and movement speed were visibly diminishing. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

They are machines, not humans, so they do not tire. There is only one possibility for the decline in performance: the central control program of the war machines has activated power-saving mode as their energy is depleted.

Roland’s lips curled slightly upward, and he said coldly, "It’s time to avenge the brutally murdered civilians!"

"Follow me!"

"Follow me" and "Charge ahead" are two different concepts.

Although everyone was a bit unsure of Roland’s judgment, since the cunning and shameless Roland dared to lead the charge, this battle was naturally advantageous.

Who would miss the chance to beat a dog when it’s down?

Regardless of whether they were friends or enemies, familiar or not, the Transcendents unconsciously followed Roland to encircle the war machines.

The war machines, reveling in the joy of slaughter, sharply sensed Roland and the others approaching.

In this pitch-black night, these Transcendents were as conspicuous as the bright moon in the night sky.

The three war machines communicated with each other instantly and efficiently.

"Annihilation cannot continue, recommend retreat."

"Agreed."

"Agreed to execute."

After reaching an agreement, the three machines quickly fled.

Their speed was incredibly fast, and even with their utmost effort, the human Transcendents could barely keep up, but the distance was still increasing.

Although pursuing was somewhat challenging, the Transcendents who followed Roland gained a new understanding of him.

How did he determine these iron lumps were about to flee?

Of course, they didn’t understand the profound insights Roland had gained from experiencing holiday traffic jams on the highway before crossing over, feeling the anxiety of energy replenishment acutely.

He couldn’t smell fuel, but someone could.

"Lisa, sense the temperature, lead the way for us, everyone shadow the pursuit secretly!"

Roland made the right decision.

With the intense activity of the huge war machines, the temperature must be very high.

They had slept underground for too long, how much cooling capacity remained? They had even less reason to use their precious energy for cooling.

These war machines now stood out like fireplaces in the winter.

The chase lasted over fifty kilometers, and just as everyone was waiting for Roland to announce giving up, Roland issued a new order.

"The rest slow down to follow, Lisa and I will accelerate, we can’t lose sight of them."

Everyone obeyed the command, except Sif who insisted on keeping pace.

"Can’t you follow orders?"

Roland complained while running.

He was merely speaking offhand, not genuinely angry with his beloved wife.

Sif turned her smiling face, her running speed undiminished.

She smiled and asked Roland, "Orders are given from superiors to subordinates, right? I order you not to exclude me from the operation."

Roland was momentarily speechless.

Sif was right; he was a prince, Vice Emperor, Cardinal Minister of the Vladimir Empire, and Prime Minister of the Jin Yuan Republic.

But could these titles order Sif?

Of course not.

Just as Roland shrugged, preparing to say something, Lisa suddenly halted.

"They have stopped."

Roland perked up.

The war machines must have stopped to recharge.

He was simply curious whether there were new energy products in this world that could braid into a rope?

Driven by immense curiosity, Roland and the others concealed themselves and flanked from another direction.

They found a small hill and began observing the war machine base.

Upon seeing the three war machines, they were momentarily stunned.

Roland wanted to laugh but held it in.

Even if they really had found a charging station, this world was out of electricity. The fate of these three war machines was already sealed.

Roland whistled and strode boldly towards the three war machines.

"Gentlemen, can we have a talk?"