After cutting these materials into small pieces of different sizes as planned, Huberian took out a piece of steel and rubbed them while saying to the onlookers of the No. 233 guards:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the performance time from the Imperial flagship Huberian!"

"..." The wind that came from nowhere blew through the closed cabin.

"Ahem, can you give me some encouragement?" Huberian looked very disappointed and sad after being defeated.

"Encourage?" Yadon recalled the human reaction when he heard Huberian say this, raised his hands and said with a constant speed, "pa", "pa", "pa", and "pa" and "pa" clapping and applauding: "I remember how you humans encouragement is done."

"Stop, I'm just a joke." Seeing the women of the No. 233 guard ships also reacting to applauding with Yadon, Huberian, who felt that he was about to become a circus clown, quickly raised his hand and signaled.

Huberian, who maintained his expression similar to when he was bent forward with a frustrated body, rubbed a fine steel needle into the steel needle in his hand and seemed to feel unsatisfied. So he put it in his mouth and pursed it, and finally made a small needle that even with the ship girl's eyesight, it would take a very careful view.

"What are you doing?" Rodney asked inexplicably.

"Don't talk, look carefully." Nelson, who vaguely guessed what Huberian was going to do, slowed down his breathing.

"Not that, this is too exaggerated." The vanguard who woke up from a coma just finished speaking and was beaten to the ground by reputation. At least this time she didn't fall into a coma directly and could reply: "What did I say wrong again? Why did you hit me?"

"I'm used to it, so I didn't stop." He didn't want to apologize and swept the avant-garde aside with a broom.

"Is this going to..." Charlotte, who had just said that, hurriedly covered his mouth, as if he was afraid that a breath would affect what Huberian had to do next.

"Don't worry, the imperial technology is not so fragile." As he said that, Huberian picked up a piece of material made by Yadon, and then gently poked it on it with his fingertips.

After pulling it out, Huberian, who found that there was no problem with his hand, showed a successful smile, and then began to poke it at a constant speed, pull it out, poke it, and pull it out.

And the speed is getting faster and faster. From the beginning, you can see the movements of your fingers clearly, to the later partings of your arms can only be seen clearing the afterimage of your arms. In the end, Huberian's arm remained in place as if it was not moving.

This is terrible for a ship girl who has good eyesight and can see a series of changes after the cannon is bored.

Especially while poking around, Huberian was still interested in jokingly with Yatun: "Fortunately, the processor technology in this world is still nano-level. If it were a pico-level processor like the Empire, I might have been busy for a few days."

"Have your skills reached this level?" Aden, who knew what Huberian was bragging about in his joke, leaned on his chair and drank a sip of fuel.

"Ahem, laboratory technology." Then I remembered that Ji You, who was sitting next to me, was a precocious spirit, responded awkwardly: "I really don't know how to make me do it."

"I thought your artificial intelligence technology had made an important breakthrough." As a star spirit race with deep insights into the technology of Ai, Yadon naturally knew what the pico-level processor that Huberian mentioned meant.

Yadon did not intend to tell Huberian that keeping smaller does not mean becoming correct. Even if he reaches the so-called picometer-level processor, he can still be closer to the technology of artificial intelligence.

At least the crystal technology of Xingling was not developed through this path.

Especially because of its own crystal technology tree, the Astral Spirit has gone far on the road of artificial intelligence. It can even be said that the Astral Spirit's artificial intelligence is no different from the real life. The birth of the purifier camp is the best proof.

"I saw something. Is this the legendary hand-poke processor?" Rodney, who knew what Huberian was doing, could only try to lower his voice because he was afraid of the impact of speaking loudly.

"Sister Reputation, can you hit me?" Charlotte asked the maid beside him after pondering for a while.

"How much strength?" He didn't ask the young master why he said that. He raised his hand knife.

"Just let it go, I just want to know if I'm dreaming now." Charlotte could no longer express his feelings in words about what Huberian did.

"Then there is no need. You can be sure that you are awake, Master." Having said that, reputation remains in the state of a hand knife. If Master Charlotte still doesn't wake up and face the reality, this hand knife can show its effect.

"So I'm awake, so there's no need." Charlotte glanced at the avant-garde who was still lying on the ground, and quickly avoided the position of the reputation of the gloves.

"Don't you think you should be more low-key?" Yadon, who had two fingers pinching the fuel tank, looked at the No. 233 guard ship girl and the admiral, and said to Huberian, who was about to get the processor.

"It's just a rare and weird thing. I've already made a vacuum area." Huberian didn't care about this, or rather, how could Huberian, who likes to boast about imperial technology the most, missed the opportunity to pretend to be 13.

"Do you need my help?" Yadon, who felt that this would reshape these ship girls and Charlotte's views, decided to help the top leader.

"Don't! This thing is incompatible with your Astral Spirit's crystal technology." Huberian almost trembled his hand and poked the wrong position. If it was really poked wrong, the processor that was about to be completed would be reworked and started again.

"Why does it seem like I can only make crystals?" Yadon also picked up a piece of material with Huberian teeth marks on it, and transformed into blue psychic needles in the palm of his hand, poking it back and forth like Huberian.

"Isn't it?" Huberian was startled by Yadon's movements as soon as he complained, and even his movements were a little slower and said in surprise: "Can psychic energy still play like this?"

"Don't compare our astral spirit's control skills with the ghost warriors on your side."

In the eyes of the star spirits who have incorporated their psychic energy into every bit of life, the Psychic use technology of the Tron Empire of the human in the Coplu Star Region is no different from the primitive people who waved the mace. Even the Zerg uses the Psychic power better than that of humans.

So, the girls of the No. 233 guards in the room saw a double magic show.

Yaton, which is processed with psionic multi-line, is much faster in the processor manufacturing speed than Huberian, who is simply manipulated by hand.

Even when Huberian was about to complete the work, the processors produced by the two Starship Niang were almost completed at the same time.

Huberian was a little faster, but the effort of just getting a glass of water did not make Huberian feel proud, but instead looked like he was defeated.

"I'm desperate. I'm desperate about this world where even the Star Spirit doesn't even use crystal technology!"
Chapter completed!