Chapter 695 Medical Ward
Francus was shocked when the sharp tip of a blade was extremely close to stabbing his eye. He thought he was going to die; however, apparently, the blade was held by a robot from the Celestial Platoon that almost mistook Francus as an enemy.
The cold, metallic grip of the robot's hand loosened, and the blade retracted into its arm. Francus, still catching his breath, stared at the machine in disbelief. The red glow of its optical sensors flickered as if analyzing him.
As the robot retracted its blade, Francus sighed in relief. "You almost gave me a heart attack there, metal friend."
The robot's mechanical voice responded, "Apologies for the confusion. The situation is chaotic, and a nearby solar storm is interrupting with our identificatiin system."
Francus nodded, understanding the necessity for caution in the midst of battle. He patted the robot on its metallic frame. "No hard feelings. I appreciate the backup."