After dinner, Malin intended to take Marshal Constantine to see the Carterburg Army’s training progress; half a day had passed and the trainers already had firsthand reports that these soldiers believed firmly in the defense of their nation, which was a good thing.
However, the misfortune was that apart from belief, they had nothing. In the eyes of the trainers, these soldiers required comprehensive transformation.
This was bad news, but Malin thought it to be good as well—these shortcomings revealed earlier ant that after training by his instructors, the sweat these soldiers shed would spare them so blood.
Nevertheless, a ssage from Jason made Malin give up on the afternoon’s plans—a window of about six hours appeared in the Oslo Region as the year-round snowfall finally ceased. Malin apologized to His Excellency the Marshal and had Tuojin Spencer take over his duties—this political officer was presently the pri candidate for the chief policy position, the old soldier was no longer involved, and Tuojin was the most convincing presence among the political officers.
His bravery, fearlessness, and loyalty were beyond reproach.
Marshal Constantine cautiously welcod the decision for Malin’s political officer Tuojin Spencer to take over the afternoon’s live combat training.
Malin had no choice but to tell His Excellency the Marshal that Tuojin was the best choice next to himself before leaving the command post.
Arriving at the Northern Base via the transportation passage, Aps had already transford it into a brand-new factory, with chanical bodies being manufactured daily. Greeting Malin, Aps expressed so concern upon learning about Malin’s trip to the North’s Oslo: "It’s very dangerous, my chanical scout team went missing while searching in that area, and the following search bees also lost their signal. Very dangerous, Mr. Malin."
"No worries, I have to go there, because, after a long ti from now, my daughter will head there to find sothing, and I must help her clear so monsters," Malin said as he opened the weapons crate that had been delivered earlier.
"Then you’ll certainly need help. Let assist," Aps said.
"But your body is organic, Aps," Malin looked at the youngster: "Don’t worry, I have Jason."
"Yes, leave it to ." Jason had specially crafted a set of chanical armor for this mission, similarly sized to Malin’s miniaturized body but sufficiently ard—such as thermal blades that could slide out from his forearms, two 40mm grenade launchers with six rounds ready, capable of handling two light laser emitters, while his legs could transform into blades, and the eight spare modules on his waist could be used as Warhamrs or activated as grenades. The deadliest part of this armor was a heavy-duty rapid-firing laser emitter mounted between the legs, equipped with six cooling barrels. With the eight spare modules, the two mounted on the back, plus the natural cooling environnt of Oslo, this machine was capable of relentless firing for half an hour.
Malin had certain concerns about Jason’s contraption; it was excessively violent in many respects.
Jason disagreed, "This thing was crafted with materials scavenged by my search troops from ruins, do you know how powerful it is?" After saying that, the chanical body patted the laser emitter forcefully.
Then, as Malin watched, the thing snapped with a "pop."
"No! My big gun!" Jason scread as he clutched his head.
"Better disassemble it, to be honest, that thing is too long and will only be a burden in indoor combat," Malin sighed, giving a final verdict on Jason’s big gun, and then he began to put on his own Power Armor—due to the lack of materials and the need for ample protection, this suit of Power Armor only fitted the n of Malin’s paternal lineage, aning it stood about 1.3 ters tall, otherwise, it would have to sacrifice armor thickness and power.
Having donned the Power Armor, Malin picked up the heavy laser rifle from the weapons crate—using a heavy barrel and a high-powered laser concentrator for increased output and killing power. In that world full of demonic creatures, a quiet companion could bring a safer and more peaceful experience for everyone.
"So, how do you plan to go there?" Aps asked, looking at Malin and Jason getting ard, with a puzzled expression.
"We’ve cobbled together a transport plane from the airport at Farole’s side; it should arrive right above here any minute now."
After speaking, Malin stepped forward and embraced Aps: "Take good care of this place, Aps. Believe , humans will one day need what you’ve worked hard to create."
"I will, Mr. Malin," the little guy nodded firmly.
Malin and a sowhat glum Jason, because of the dismantling of the launcher, boarded the elevator platform.
"Detected airborne unit, identified as Kite-class transport craft. Can this thing still fly?"
"Of course it can, it was put together from over six hundred Kites. If this can’t fly, it would really be an underestimation of both the quality of these machines and my craftsmanship," Jason said, seeming a bit happier now—after all, he was the one who built it.
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