The Last Order

Starry sky mechs twist and turn like dragons, while gods and demons whisper and roar in the abyss.

In this era of a clash between new and old arts, between technology and divine power, Lu Yuan arrives, stumbling and bumbling, with an attribute panel that allows for unlimited class changes.

“Class [Martial Arts Grandmaster] Material [Abyssal Nine-Headed Dragon Heart], can be advanced to class change [Fallen Dark Dragon Sect]….”

Lu Yuan watches as his hands slowly cover with black scales, his hair wildly dancing without any wind, his crimson eyes intently observing humanoid mechs streaking through the night sky like shooting stars. He smiles and whispers to himself, “Now… I should be able to tear apart mechs with my bare hands….”