In Area 2, Drew Gasil, Terenceus and others pointed to the various weapons placed in rows and introduced them.
"The Magic Energy series interstellar missiles are available in short-range, medium-range and long-range. Each one is amazingly powerful and can cover a range of ten kilometers. The cost is not high. Our empire has countless reserves of each model."
"The heavy beam cannon can fire 24 rounds per minute and can fire continuously for 30 minutes. The cooling time is only 10 minutes."
"The fourth generation of the latest individual armor giant shell can provide combatants with super-class combat capabilities, giving them the ability to challenge Type III aliens head-on with their fragile bodies. It is equipped with super particle light blades, waveguide beam cannons, and defensive upper armor.
Made of special materials, it is extremely hard and equipped with a high-strength energy shield."
Terenceus didn't respond, just listened quietly.
Drugasi looked at Terenceus who looked calm and continued: "Of course, the weapons you are looking at now are only a small part of my empire. The heritage of my empire is far more than these. There are a total of twenty-four giant war weapons.
Fortress, 64 Star Destroyers."
"Ah? So much." The people behind Terenceus were shocked, and there was even more information than they had received before.
Seeing their reactions, Drew Gasil immediately smiled with satisfaction and then spoke.
"It's a pity that we have so many weapons, but they can only be displayed for good looks. But it doesn't matter now. I heard that those alien races are chasing you everywhere and causing you to suffer a lot. It doesn't matter. As long as they dare to come, we will use these weapons to fight them.
They were smashed into rubble, and in our eyes, they are just a pile of rubbish." Drugasil said proudly.
Terenceus said flatly, "If you imagine the aliens to be so miserable, then Drugasil, I can confirm that you have not made any progress in the past hundreds of years."
Drew Gasil's face kept twitching, and his eyes were even bloodshot.
The people around were a little scared. This man actually angered Master Drew Gasil.
"Haha, Terenceus, I knew you would say that, and I will prove to you how ignorant your thoughts are. You will never imagine the strength of our empire." Drew Gasil laughed angrily.
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"Okay, I'm happy to see your proof." Terenceus raised his head and replied, as if his patience was running out.
"Follow me." Drugasil waved his hand and turned around and walked inside.
After a while, Terenceus and others followed Drugasil to a huge door.
In front of the gate, rows of heavy mechas were guarding it.
Drew Gasil walked over, and all the mechas on both sides knelt on one knee.
"Lord Drugasil."
Drew Gasil did not respond to them, but walked to the door and stretched out his hand to identify himself.
Soon the door slowly opened.
A giant oval-shaped machine stands in the center of the huge space.
On the edge of the machine are special cabins.
Terenceus looked solemnly at the machine with the letters nocy-x engraved on it, and spoke for a long time.
"Super neural amplification training system."
"That's right, it's a super neural amplification training system specially used to train fourth-generation mecha pilots." Drew Gasil said domineeringly.
"You have mass-produced the fourth-generation mecha." Terenceus turned to look at Drew Gasil.
"You can guess how many we have mass-produced." Drew Gasil unexpectedly sold it off.
Terenceus did not speak, he just looked at Drugasil.
"128." Seeing that Terenceus was speechless in surprise, Drugasil spoke.
"So many?" STP researchers couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Seeing these mechas, I remembered the theory you proposed back then. A very vulgar theory in my eyes, a mecha that combines biomechanics. You wouldn't really do that when you were escaping, would you?" Drew
Gasil looked at Terenceus with a sense of superiority.
"Yes." Terenceus replied calmly.
"As expected of Terenceus, he does whatever he thinks of, but it's normal. If you don't capture some aliens to make weapons while escaping, how can you have so many resources to make elite mechanical mechas? Your theory is suitable for you.
Saved you." Drew Gasil said very happily.
Terenceus stood quietly, looking at the super neural amplification training system, ignoring Drew Gasil's ridicule.
The people who followed him lowered their heads in shame.
"I'll take you to visit the training ground in Area 1. Seeing is believing." Seeing that Terenceus remained silent, Drew Gasil said, thinking that he had been completely shocked by him.
The group of people walked towards training area 1.
As soon as I walked over, I heard a burst of cheers in front of me.
Drew Gasil looked at the guards around him with some surprise, "What's going on?"
"Lord Drew Gasil, Lord Levia came here with guests from far away, and are using the training machine for a friendship competition." The guard on the side replied hurriedly.
"Oh, what a coincidence, Lord Terenceus, let's go and see it together." Drew Gasil.
"Okay." Terenceus said calmly.
"But I don't know who our princess is dueling with? She seems to be unlucky. Princess Levia is unparalleled in our empire. There is basically no one in the younger generation who can defeat her, even if we count the famous old generals.
Even if we go up, we can barely find one or two to draw a tie." Drew Gasil said.
"It is Her Royal Highness Bilan from Hyperion who is returning to Lord Drugasil to discuss with His Royal Highness the Princess." The guard next to him replied.
"That would be more interesting." Drugasirmi replied with eyes.
Terenceus looked at Chitaki who was watching in the distance, and said calmly: "I find it interesting too."
When they walked to the edge of the training ground, they could see through the transparent barrier the huge circular training ground at the bottom, where two third-generation training mechas of the same model were colliding fiercely.
The two mechas fought fiercely, and it can be seen that both pilots are very skilled.
Chitaki, who was watching the battle, frowned slightly. He vaguely felt that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to Bilan. Although it was not obvious yet, it was normal. After all, His Highness Bilan often operated the Blade Master.
It's normal for ordinary mechas to be a bit unfamiliar. Being able to perform to this level is already amazing.
Fa Lie said at this time, "This woman named Levia is very interesting."
"Why is it so interesting?" Chitaki asked.
"She was letting things go on purpose, otherwise you would really think that the battle could have been fierce and lasted for so long." Fa Lie replied.
"Okay." Chitaki replied uncertainly.
Bellerosa said, "Actually, this doesn't mean anything, because the two of them are good at different fields. It's obvious that Her Highness Bilan is good at biological fourth-generation mechas. Her fighting method is more instinctive, and Revi's fighting style is more instinctive.
Your Highness Ya should be the pilot of the fourth-generation mecha. He has undergone super-neural amplification training. He has first-class reaction speed and first-class operation skills. His overall fighting style is more technical. Therefore, one is unfamiliar with driving the third-generation mecha, and the other is proficient. As a result,