Why not control it remotely?

Isn’t it great to use the remote control of the cylinder brain to fight?

The block popped up, answering Enron’s doubts.

There was once a series like that.

Later, signal shielding technology made a leap, and that group of mobile troops were beaten into pieces, suffering heavy losses and losing all combat power.

"They are all poor people, let's bury their brains first."

Enron activates the mobile unit and remotely controls all individuals.

The real brain is long gone, but the casing that surrounds it is still there.

The mobile department queued up to the smelting workshop, where the brain casing was cremated, saying goodbye to the old body and embracing a new life.

In other words, these people should have been reincarnated.

This is the prehistoric world after all. There must be an underworld in the prehistoric world, and we can reincarnate.
Chapter completed!