In area two, Drugacir pointed to the various weapons placed in rows with Terrentius and the others.

"The magic energy series of interstellar missiles, short-range, medium-range or long-range are all available, each one is amazingly powerful, it can cover a range of ten kilometers, and the cost is not high, each model, my empire has countless reserves."

"A heavy beam cannon that can shoot 24 rounds per minute, and can fire continuously for 30 minutes, with a cooldown of only 10 minutes."

"The latest four-generation individual armor giant shell can provide fighters with super-first-class combat capabilities, giving them the ability to shake the Type III alien race head-on with a brittle body, equipped with super particle light blades, waveguide beam cannons, and the defensive upper armor is made of special materials, which is extremely hard in itself, and is equipped with a high-strength energy shield."

Tarytius didn't respond, just listened quietly.

Drugasi looked at Tyrentius with a calm face and continued to speak: "Of course, the weapons you are looking at now are only a small part of my empire, and my empire is far more than that, with a total of twenty-four giant war fortresses and 64 star destroyers. ”

"Huh? So much. The personnel behind Tyrentius were shocked, and there was more information than they had obtained before.

Seeing their reactions, Drugasir smiled with satisfaction and then spoke.

"It's a pity that we have so many weapons, but they can only be put on a good look, but it doesn't matter now, I heard that those aliens are chasing you everywhere, and you have suffered a lot, it doesn't matter that as long as they dare to come, we will use these weapons to blast them into slag, in our eyes, they are a pile of scum." Drugasir said proudly.

Tarytius said flatly, "If you imagine the alien race so badly, then Drugacir I can be sure that you have not made any progress in these hundreds of years. ”

Drugasir's face twitched, and his eyes were bloodshot.

There was some fear in the people around them, this man had angered Lord Drugasir.

"Haha, Tyrentius I knew you would say that, and I will prove it to you, how foolish your ideas are, you will never imagine the strength of our empire." Drugacir laughed angrily.

"Well, I'd love to see your proof." Tarytius looked up and replied, as if his patience was running out.

"Follow me." With a wave of his hand, Drugasir turned and walked inside.

A moment later, Tarytius and the others followed Drugacir to a huge gate.

Rows of heavy mechs guarded in front of the gate.

Drugacir walked over, and the mechs on both sides got down on one knee.

"Lord Drugasir."

Instead of responding to them, Drugasir walked over to the gate and reached out and pressed his hand on it to identify him.

Soon the door slowly opened.

In the center of the vast space, a giant oval machine stood.

And at the edge of the machine sit a special cabin.

Tyrentius 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 designed to train fourth-generation mecha pilots." Drugassir said domineeringly.

"You've mass-produced the fourth-generation mecha." Tarytius turned his head to look at Drugacir.

"You can guess how many of them we've mass-produced." Drugacir unexpectedly sold a pass.

Tarytius didn't speak, he just looked at Drugacir.

"128." Seeing that Terentius was speechless in surprise, Drugasir spoke.

"So much?" STP researchers couldn't help but exclaim.

"When I saw these mechas, I remembered the theory you put forward back then, a very vulgar theory in my eyes, a mecha that combines biology and machinery, you wouldn't really do it when you were on the run, right?" Drugasir looked at Tarytius with a sense of superiority.

"Yes." Tyrentius replied flatly.

"It's worthy of Tyrentius, I really thought of what to do, but it's normal, when you are on the run, you don't catch some alien races to make weapons, how can you have so many resources to make elite mechanical mechas, your theory is also suitable for you, and it saved you." Drugasir said happily.

Tyrentius stood silently, staring at the super-neural amplification training system, ignoring Drugacir's taunts.

The people who followed him bowed their heads in shame.

"I'll take you to visit the training ground in Area 1, seeing is believing." Seeing that Tarytius was silent, and thinking that he had been completely struck by himself, Drugasir spoke.

The group walked towards the No. 1 training area.

As soon as I walked over, I heard a cheer in front of me.

Drugasir looked at the guards around him in surprise, "What's going on?" ”

"Lord Drugasir, Lord Levia has come here with guests from afar, and is using the training machine to exchange friendships." The guard on the side hurriedly replied.

"Oh, what a coincidence, Lord Tarytius, let's go and have a look." Drugasir.

"Okay." Tarytius said calmly.

"But I don't know who is dueling with our princess? Luck doesn't seem to be good, Her Royal Highness Princess Revia is unparalleled in our empire, and there is basically no younger generation who can beat her, even if you count those famous old generals, you can only barely find one or two draws. Drugasir spoke.

"Back to Lord Drugasir and Her Royal Highness the Princess, it is Her Highness Bilan of Hypolyan." The guard next to him replied.

"That's even more fun." Drugasirmi replied with a star.

Tarytius looked at Chitaki who was watching from a distance, and said lightly, "I also think it's funny." ”

When they walked to the edge of the training ground, through the transparent barrier, they could see the huge circular training ground at the bottom, and two training mechas of the same model of the third generation were colliding fiercely and clashing.

The two mechs fought very fiercely, and it can be seen that the two pilots are very skilled.

Qianlong, who was watching the battle, frowned slightly, he vaguely felt that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to Bi Lan, although it was not very obvious now, but this was also normal, after all, His Royal Highness Bi Lan often operated the Blade Master, and it was normal for ordinary mecha to be more jerky, and it was already very amazing to be able to play to this level.

At this time, Falie spoke, "This woman named Levia is very interesting. ”

"How funny?" Chitaki asked.

"She's deliberately letting out the water, otherwise you really would have thought that the fight would have lasted so long." Falie replied.

"Okay." Chitaki replied uncertainly.

Belle Rosa opened her mouth and said, "Actually, this doesn't mean anything, because the two of them are good at different fields, it is obvious that Her Royal Highness Bilan is good at the fourth-generation mecha of biology, her fighting style is more inclined to instinct, and Her Highness Levia should be the pilot of the fourth-generation mecha of the machine, after super nerve amplification training, the reaction speed is first-class, the operation technology is first-class, and the overall combat style is more technical, so in the third-generation machine piloting, one is jerky and the other is skilled, and the result is naturally obvious." ”