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Then he hurriedly left.

however.

That gaze followed me relentlessly, I couldn't shake it off!

The goddess's gaze is inherently incredibly powerful.

How could an ordinary person possibly bear such a thing?

A short while later.

Meng Chuze couldn't help but feel uneasy.

A little cold sweat seeped out of my palms.

He began to seriously and rack his brains to figure out where he had offended this temporary commander.

It doesn't have to be that bad.

The two of them only had a fleeting encounter on the battlefield.

Although they are in the same war zone.

But he rarely speaks alone.

If Meng Chuze remembers correctly.

The last time this aloof and unapproachable woman, as cold as an iceberg, approached him was to help him.

It doesn't seem like I offended her.

hiss.

I don't understand.

Fortunately.

Gu Beihan quickly realized that his behavior was indeed somewhat childish.

So he calmly withdrew his gaze, which was capable of piercing through any enemy.

I only paid a little attention to that, constantly observing what made this favored little girl so special.

Time flies when you're busy.

When it got completely dark.

The design drawings that Su Qing gave to Meng Chuze were created using the ample resources and production lines available during the war.

When the prototype came out.

The staff around him instinctively took a step back.

This is a huge thing that's almost seven or eight meters tall.

At first glance.

It looks like a giant cannon.

The surface was coated with a layer of black paint, making it completely opaque.

Her entire body was so smooth that it was almost beautiful.

It was left there quietly.

His entire body exuded a ferocious and menacing aura.

It is precisely because I created this thing with my own hands.

Therefore, the staff were all very clear about what kind of deadly weapon this was—provided, of course, that someone could use it.

The staff member next to him retrieved various parameters of the prototype on the work tablet, and then summarized and analyzed them.

His expression immediately became even more indescribable.

"Senior."

"Give."

A bespectacled young man who looked significantly older than Meng Chuze frowned as he handed her the tablet.

"The demand for drivers and operators is greater than we initially imagined."

"To this extent."

"With current technology, it has already exceeded the limits of human capability."

Meng Chuze pressed his temples.

I checked the firepower index first.

The alarming number made her fingertips twitch.

If it weren't for the inexplicable trust she had in that mysterious senior,

They need to issue an order immediately to change this thing back.

From an analytical perspective...

Once it's opened.

Either the weapon exploded on the spot, leveling half of Levi City to the ground.

Or they could melt the fortress in the sky right there.

However, some of the heat that is blocked by the barrier will be fed back to the ground at an astonishing rate.

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The entire city of Levi was melted into a pool of molten iron.

From this perspective...

It seems that simply blowing the barrel up on the spot would be the way to minimize casualties.

Either way, they are suicide weapons.

Forget it.

The face of that mysterious senior flashed through Meng Chuze's mind—for some reason, the boy didn't look any older than him.

But she just had a feeling that he was a senior.

and.

There is a natural degree of trust.

After a brief exchange in the morning.

This trust instantly became a perfect ten.

So she nonchalantly turned the page on the terrifying firepower index.

The focus was placed on the requirements for drivers.

take a look.

Meng Chuze couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

in the past.

High-powered and highly maneuverable weapons also place high demands on pilots.

It covers both physical and mental health indicators.

But it's basically something that can be written on one page.

now.

She glanced down at it.

The text and numbers were mixed together in a dense pattern.

The demands are outrageously high.

It almost gave this genius a "numbers phobia".

Meng Chuze flipped through many pages in a row.

It's not over yet.

I couldn't help but grind my teeth.

He frowned and said.

"Make it simpler and give it to me."

The older "junior" standing next to him said with a helpless expression, "There's no need to simplify."

In short.

"The driver needs superhuman physical abilities and mental strength comparable to that of the doctor who can travel through time."

"And... computer-like ad-hoc analytical capabilities."

He paused for a moment.

The junior looked pale and sickly.

"Oh."

"Even if we actually manage to activate this thing."

"Afterwards, we also have to worry about whether it is the enemy or ourselves who will be destroyed."

Meng Chuze: "..."

"Eh."

The junior sighed and offered some words of advice.

"Senior."

“I’ve seen the design drawings you showed me before.”

"The original design was perfect, safe, efficient, and incredibly powerful. If it could be completed quickly, its impact on the war would be profound."

"Anyway, we've roughly figured out the structure of this murder weapon. At worst, we can stay up all night to make some adjustments and modifications, and it should be ready for use on the battlefield in two days at most."

These words reached Meng Chuze's ears.

half an hour.

She shook her head.

"No need."

"A comprehensive test of the Red Dragon One."

"Except for firing, everything else must be thoroughly checked."

She didn't give a reason.

That senior colleague said so.

It has to be tonight.

Why the rush?

Meng Chuze wasn't stupid.

Naturally, he knew that his predecessor's target was that huge aerial fortress in mid-air.