In the ti that followed, Biao Xing continued with the experintal developnt of the new type of cha. As his body gradually adapted to this new model, various new training programs and missions began to erge.
"What we’re doing today is simulating survival amidst the barrage of a Battleship’s gunfire," the researcher with seaweed-like hair projected the subject behind him.
"You’re joking, right?" Biao Xing was well aware of how terrifying the main gun of a Battleship could be—it’s not a laser with a few ters in diater, but rather a grand particle torrent that could annihilate a cha just from a glancing blow.
"I’m not joking, here, take a look at a video." The seaweed-haired researcher clapped his hands, and then the Autonomous Unit projected another video clip.
In the footage, a white cha flew agilely in deep space, its strange trajectory showing an astonishing speed and flexibility. Then, the dazzling brilliance of the Battleship’s main gun lit up. In the high-speed footage, the cha montarily beca blurred and was engulfed by the particle torrent. However, a few seconds later, after the main gun extinguished, it reappeared in deep space, still intact and flawless, with no sign of scratches on its surface.
Like a light and swift swiftlet, this kind of form and trajectory appearing on a heavy cha over 60 ters high gave an unusual visual impact. Even though Biao Xing had never confronted an ace pilot before, he could clearly feel that this pilot’s ability was far beyond his own.
From a short distance, the opponent could defeat him in just 10 seconds—no, it should be only 6 seconds, he calculated in his mind the ans to respond.
"Stunned, aren’t you? Haha. If I told you that the person sitting inside that cha had trained for less than a year and went from being a complete novice to reaching such a level, would you still be surprised?" The seaweed-haired researcher twirled the record board with his fingers.
"Who is that person?" For the first ti, Biao Xing showed interest in that mysterious predecessor. It seed the other party was also piloting the sa model of experintal machine.
"It’s confidential. I’m not intentionally keeping you in suspense. It’s just that her identity is quite special." The seaweed-haired researcher waved his finger.
"A woman?" Biao Xing was surprised, since won’s physical qualities on average were not as good as n’s.
"Yes, she’s very special." The seaweed-haired researcher didn’t elaborate further.
"You’ll find out in the future. As long as you keep up with the progress and eventually beco a senior mber of our research institute, so secrets will be revealed to you."
"Alright, today’s training plan is about to start. I’ll send you the data later. Make sure to review it thoroughly tonight."
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Central Star Domain, headquarters of the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ Faction.
Prin sat on a black sofa, legs crossed, wearing a black and red tight suit, as if she had just stepped off a hover bike. Although her figure wasn’t particularly tall, her current deanor well compensated for that.
"The Sigma chanical Council’s response is quite perfunctory," she said, tossing aside the record board displaying the information, addressing several officials waiting before her.
"Yes, the response was just a routine, formulaic reply, without ntioning when exactly the ’Holy Artifact Covenant’ would be returned."
"These chanical lifeforms probably think their seniority allows them to look down on the Federation," soone speculated in a low voice.
The lifespan of chanical life forms is nearly infinite, and many mbers of the Sigma chanical Council were born in the early Federation period.
"Who knows how much combat strength the current chanical council still has."
At this, many on-site began to ponder. Originally, the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction had little interest in the Holy Artifacts. It was purely due to Prin’s personal will that the collection began.
But now with two portions of the Holy Artifact Covenant in hand, only the last piece remains. If it can be brought together, opening the door for dialogue between human and Aijeika’s will, the opportunities and great possibilities it could bring have enticed many.
No one minds having more, and the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction, in its pri, is overflowing with confidence. Nearly two decades of economic growth and a thriving social situation make many believe that no difficulty can hinder them, and no one can resist the unified Rose Federation.
"Send another ssage to the Sigma chanical Council, exerting greater pressure this ti, to make them realize we’re not just joking," Prin insisted.
"Also, have the Fifth Fleet begin preparations. Whether it will really be used or not, showcasing muscle and strength can always lead to a more objective and rational evaluation of our terms."
"This..." So on-site were hesitant, after all, the Sigma chanical Council is not a small country like the Holy White lody, but a polity with a large group of chanical lifeforms. No one knows how many battleships and military forces those chanical lifeforms have stored up for a possible galactic war. After all, they are tireless and don’t need a salary.
"Your Highness..." Soone tried to dissuade Prin Coco.
"When I’ve made up my mind, you’d better comply." This Volcano Songstress has always been like this. If she beca cautious and conciliatory, it would be surprising.
"Yes," soone could only sigh silently.
In the following half-year, repeated negotiations between the Rose Federation and the Sigma chanical Council ended in failure, as the latter refused to return the Holy Artifacts. This response finally angered the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction, after which the Federation’s dia began to widely announce unfavorable statents about the chanical council.
Under this kind of public opinion influence, many residents started to resent those unfamiliar groups, and so even developed a sort of jealousy.
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