Utopia: Iron-Blooded Elegy

Strange things begin to appear along the border. There was something crawling up from the ground, something silvery white, with no head, no eyes, just a huge mouth. They are not afraid of bullets or fire, they only attack the transport truck. Blue blood flowed all over the floor, shining like oil. War is no longer between people. Who is making the war? Who is stopping the war? Who is taking advantage of the war? When behemoths emerge from the ground, when mechas become the last line of defense, when power, people's hearts, and interests are entangled - is a machine that can hit 700 kilograms enough? Not enough. Not nearly enough. Hard-core mecha research and development, a third-generation machine that was gnawed out of the garage bit by bit. Multi-character POV narrative Underground behemoths, energy crises, business games, and war conspiracies Group portraits, no tool people, no brainless villains Man and nature, man and machine, man and himself