The Last Order

Starry sky mechas, as agile and fierce as dragons; in the abyss, gods and demons whisper and roar.

In this era where new and old techniques, technology, and divine power collide, Lu Yuan arrives, stumbling and staggering, carrying an attribute panel that allows him to change professions endlessly.

“Profession [Martial Arts Grandmaster] + Material [Abyssal Nine-Headed Dragon Heart] can be upgraded to the profession [Fallen Dark Dragon Sect]…”

Lu Yuan looks at his hands gradually being covered with black scales, his black hair dancing wildly without wind behind him. His scarlet eyes gaze at the humanoid mechanical bodies streaking across the night sky like meteors, and he smiles, whispering to himself: “Now… I should be able to tear apart mechs with my bare hands….”