War of Hiponi

In the second area, Drugasir led Terenceius and others, pointing to the various weapons placed in rows and introducing them.

"The magical series of interstellar missiles, short-range, medium-range or long-range missiles, are readily available. Each is amazingly powerful and can cover a range of ten kilometers, and the cost is not high. For each model, our empire has countless reserves."

"Heavy beam cannon can fire 24 rounds per minute, and can fire continuously for 30 minutes, with a cooling time of only 10 minutes."

"The fourth generation of the latest single soldier armor, giant shell, can provide combatants with super-class combat capabilities, giving them the ability to smash Type III aliens with their crunchy bodies. It is equipped with superparticle light blades, waveguide beam cannons, and defensive armor. Made of special materials, it is extremely hard and equipped with a high-strength energy shield."

Terence did not respond, just listened quietly.

Drugassy looked at Terenceius with a calm face and continued to speak: "Of course the weapons you are looking at are only a small part of our empire. The foundation of our empire is far more than these. There are a total of 24 giant wars. Fortress, 64 star destroyers."

"Ah? So much." The personnel behind Terenceius were shocked, and they turned out to have more information than before.

Seeing their reaction, Drew Gassir suddenly smiled with satisfaction, and then spoke.

"It's a pity that you have so many weapons, but you can only put them to look good, but it doesn't matter now. I heard that those alien races chased you everywhere, causing you to suffer. It doesn't matter as long as they dare to come, we will use these weapons. They are blasted into scum, in our eyes, they are just a pile of scum." Drew Gassir said proudly.

Terenceius said flatly, "If you imagine the alien race so unbearable, then I can be sure that Drugasir hasn't made any progress in the past few hundred years."

Drugasir's face kept twitching, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The people around were a little scared, this person actually angered Lord Drugasir.

"Haha, Terenceus, I know you would say that, and I will prove it to you, how ignorant your idea is. You will never imagine the strength of our empire." Drugasir laughed angrily. .

"Well, I would love to see your proof." Terence raised his head and replied, as if his patience was running out.

"Follow me." Drugasir waved his hand and turned and walked in.

After a while, Terence and others followed Drugasir to a huge gate.

Rows of heavy mechas guarded the front door.

Drew Gassir walked over, all mechas on both sides knelt on one knee.

"Master Drugasir."

Drugasir did not respond to them, but walked to the door and stretched out his hand to press on it to identify him.

Soon the door slowly opened.

A giant oval machine stands in the center of the huge space.

And on the edge of the machine are special cabins.

Terence looked solemnly at the machine with the letters NOCY-X engraved on it, and spoke for a long time.

"Super Neural Amplification Training System."

"Yes, it is a hyper-neural augmentation training system specially used to train four generations of mecha pilots." Drew Gassir said domineeringly.

"You have mass-produced the fourth-generation mechanical mecha." Terenceus turned his head and looked at Drew Gassir.

"You can guess how many we have produced in mass production." Drew Gassir unexpectedly sold it.

Terenceus didn't speak, he just looked at Drugasir.

"128." Drugasir saw that Terenceius was speechless in surprise, and he said.

"So much?" The STP researchers couldn't help exclaiming.

"Seeing these mechas, I think of the theory you put forward back then, a very vulgar theory in my eyes, biomechanical mechas, you wouldn't really do this when you were on the run, right?" Drew Gassir looked at Terenceius with a sense of superiority.

"Yes." Terence replied flatly.

"It's really Terrence, I really thought of something and what to do, but it's normal. When I flee, I don't grab some foreign races to make weapons. How can there be so many resources to make elite mechanical mechas? Your theory is also suitable for you. Saved you." Drew Gassir said very happily.

Terenceus stood quietly on the spot, looking at the super-neural augmentation training system, ignoring Drugasir's ridicule.

The people following him all bowed their heads in shame.

"I'll take you to visit the next regional training ground. Seeing is believing." Drugasir saw that Terenceius remained silent, thinking that he had been completely hit by himself, and said.

A group of people walked towards the No. 1 training area.

As soon as I walked over, I heard a cheering sound in front.

Drew Gassir was surprised to look at the guards around him, "What's the matter?"

"Master Drugasir, Master Levia came here with guests from afar, using the training machine for friendship discussions." The guard on the side hurriedly replied.

"Oh, what a coincidence, Master Terenceius, let's go and see together." Drugasir.

"Okay." Terenceius said calmly.

"But I don’t know who is fighting against our princess? Luck seems to be bad. Princess Levia is incomparable in our empire. The younger generation can surpass her, even if you count those famous veteran generals. I can barely find one or two draws." Drew Gassir said.

"Returning Lord Drugasir and her Royal Highness to discuss it is His Highness Bilan of Hyperion." The guard next to him replied.

"Then it will be more interesting." Drugasirmi replied, focusing on it.

Terence looked at Chitaki who was watching from a distance, and said faintly, "I also find it very interesting."

When they walked to the edge of the training field, through the transparent barrier, they could see the huge circular training field at the bottom. Two third-generation training mechas of the same model were colliding and fighting fiercely.

The two mechas fought very fiercely~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It can be seen that the two pilots are very skilled.

Chitaki, who was watching the battle, moved his brows slightly. He vaguely felt that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to Bilan. Although it is not obvious now, this is also normal. After all, His Highness often operates the blade master. It's normal for ordinary mechas to be jerky, and it's amazing to be able to reach this level.

Farre said at this time, "This woman named Levia is very interesting."

"How interesting?" Chitaki asked.

"She is deliberately releasing the water, otherwise you really think that the fighting can last so long." Fariet replied.

"Okay." Chitaki replied uncertainly.

Belle Rosa said, "Actually, this does not mean anything, because the two of them are good at different fields. Obviously, His Royal Highness Bilan is good at biological four-generation mechas. Her fighting style is more instinctive, while Levi His Majesty Ya should be the driver of the fourth-generation mechanical mech. He has been trained with super-neural amplification. The reaction speed is first-class, the operation technology is first-class, and the overall combat style is more technical. Therefore, one is jerky and the other is proficient in driving the third-generation aircraft. Naturally it is obvious."