This was why the World Serpent System and the other repair systems failed to solve the problem.
They only slowed the deterioration at most.
Ves turned his gaze towards the Apocalypse sword once again.
Axelar's love for Destroyer swords was one of the chief causes of the current imbalance.
The more Axelar grew as a pilot, the higher the tier of Destroyer weapons he was able to wield.
More powerful tiers of Destroyer weapons made it a lot easier for Axelar to vanquish over stronger opponents, so he never held back on upgrading whenever the opportunity arose.
This was normal behavior and it wouldn't have been an issue if he piloted any other mech.
Unfortunately, this approach was anything but ideal for a living mech that worked best when it was in a state of balance.
"It would have been better if Axelar settled for a plasma sword or something." Ves grumbled.
Destroyer technology was too unreasonable!
It was a form of extreme high technology that broke the rules because it could not exist without relying on the reality-defying powers of a god pilot and a Star Designer!
Mechs could still be designed and produced by mortals, but Destroyer weapons were essentially godly creations at their core!
Long-term contact and exposure to Destroyer particles meant that it became a certainty for the Ouroboros to develop a bias towards destruction!
It was too late to disassociate the two from the other. General Axelar Streon belatedly learned that his love for Destroyer swords had contributed enormously to the problem, but they had become nearly inseparable to the Ouroboros by this time!
Since Destroyer swords had become a core part of the current machine's identity, switching to a plasma sword would do more harm than good.
Besides, Axelar probably wouldn't be able to bear it either. He had wielded this powerful weapon type for so long that it had become a part of his nature as well.
"Axelar is another contributor to this problem."
If the ambitious Terran ace pilot wanted to make the ultimate leap, he needed to merge with his battle partner.
The greater the differences between the two, the harder it became to make this happen.
As a military leader who fought a lot of battles throughout his eventful career, General Axelar Streon was just as destructive as his mech, if not more.
The man hardly thought about anything else aside from fighting and winning!
It was only after he realized that he needed to form a balance as well that he sought to turn his life around.
"I see." Ves became enlightened. "So this is why Axelar embraced politics. He founded the New Terran Federation Movement with the explicit aim to produce positive changes with his power. He also jumped on the opportunity to be among the first leaders to build the Terran Alliance after the Red Ocean opened up for colonization."
These were Axelar's belated attempts to develop his long-neglected creation domain that had never received much attention in the past.
While Axelar had made substantial gains in this regard, it was a pity that his progress did not directly translate to the Ouroboros.
The most he could hope for that a part of his creation domain would rub off on ace mech through continuous exposure.
Perhaps this might have a chance of working, but it would take way too long to attain the desired result!
Axelar needed to counteract so much damage that it may take half a century or more in order to completely align himself to the Ouroboros once more!
Ves shook his head. "This will take way too long."
Both Axelar and the Ouroboros had become desperate for a golden bullet. They wanted to correct their respective mistakes and imbalances in the fastest and most effective way possible.
This completely explained why the Ouroboros regressed into an eager puppy after reuniting with its long-lost parent.
The living mech bore no resentment at being abandoned by Ves. Its congenital defects had caused it to remain stuck as a relatively simple second order living mech.
The Ouroboros might not have reacted so gently at Ves if it had been a third order living mech!
The living mech's thoughts were quite simplistic at this time. It knew that it was damaged, and it knew that its progenitor may be the only mech designer who could make it right again.
"Professor Larkinson?" A voice called down below.
Miss Alexa Streon had entered the hangar bay a few minutes ago. She had respectfully kept her silence in order to give Ves enough space, but she just received a notification that compelled her to speak.
"What is it, Alexa?"
"My grandfather has teleported to the surface after our clan concluded a preliminary agreement with the Devosans. He is on his way here. It is best for you to leave. The Devos Ancient Clan still wants to have you first, and our clan has agreed to give the injured party priority for the rest of the week."
"Hmm. Understood. I need to think anyway. This powerful mech has given me quite a few surprises."