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And with power this terrifying, the main cannon's caliber was only 100 millimeters?
Compared to that, the few thick cannons on the Skysplitter—thick enough to stuff a person inside—were truly pathetic.
They'd been utterly outclassed by something no thicker than a toothpick.
Even though she didn't understand how it was achieved, Feixiao was deeply shaken.
Who could have imagined that the toy-like little thing Sylvester held in his hand was actually such a world-ending war machine?
Jingliu, the one standing closest to the Curio, said nothing—but on her tender, youthful face, those cherry-red pupils had already widened into perfect circles.
She was a veteran warrior herself, and no one understood the importance of weapons better than she did.
Compared to commanding from the rear, she was better at taking the enemy general's head amid ten thousand troops. But she also knew full well—if long-range weapons were powerful enough, who would still choose to fight a close-quarters blade battle?
If not for the existence of Path power allowing peak biological combatants to surpass technological weaponry, Hoolay back then would never have been captured alive by her. He would have been erased completely under a rain of artillery, blasted into nothing but dust!
"Technology… might actually have more potential than Aeons."
After hearing the origins of the superpowered battle suit and learning of those unknown great forces, her reverence toward Aeons had already weakened by a fair margin.
Though the overwhelming might of Aeons was still an unknowable black domain to mortals, THEY had ultimately appeared before mortal eyes—and there had even been cases of THEIR deaths.
Still, she hadn't entirely lost her respect. After all, the gap in power between Aeons and mortals was still obvious.
Jingliu sighed softly. "This level of attack power… I wonder if I could reach it after completing my ninefold samsara."
Fortunately, this Curio had ended up in her hands—so there was nothing more to say.
Staring at the war vehicle in Sylvester's grasp, recalling her impressions of interstellar warships, a trace of worry suddenly surfaced.
Jingliu pressed on, "How does this war vehicle achieve interstellar travel? Those two… metal belts of its seem only suited for ground movement."
She'd been so focused on the main cannon's power that she'd overlooked the whole.
If this [Type 59 (Modified)] couldn't even fly and could only sit on the Xianzhou as a defensive turret, wouldn't that be a waste?
Without question, the place best suited for such a weapon was the frontline of an assault. Let it chew through the hardest bones—that was how it would realize its greatest value.
"Oh, there's no need to worry about that."
Hearing Jingliu's concern, Sylvester smiled faintly.
As expected of the former Sword Champion of the Luofu—her knowledge of weapons was vast. Though she couldn't recognize the tracks of this ancient weapon at all, she still managed to spot the blind spot.
But the "tank" before them was no ordinary thing.
He pointed to two cylindrical components at the rear of the tank. "These look like fuel barrels, but they're actually the exhaust nozzles of an interstellar engine. They allow it to travel freely through space. Combined with its compact size, its mobility far surpasses that of a star-destroying warship."
Holding up the [Type 59 (Modified)], he mimicked a few agile maneuvers like those of a small combat starskiff and said excitedly, "The firepower of a star-destroyer, with the agility of a starskiff—being able to have both at once absolutely qualifies it as a top-tier weapon of war!"
"If not for the fact that its internal space is truly insufficient, those technicians who've mastered the Power of 'WAAAGH!' would've even wanted to install a warp engine on it!"
"That's enough!"
Jingliu cut him off decisively.
Warp-related matters could be handled entirely by large motherships.
This kind of starskiff-level mobility was the truly precious part.
If this [Type 59 (Modified)] were handed to an ace pilot, paired with its powerful main cannon, it would be more than enough to charge through enemy lines alone, in and out seven times over!
Feixiao nodded subtly at the side. Reaching the top tier in both attack and mobility was indeed no easy feat.
Lacking a warp engine really wasn't a big issue.
It was just…
There seemed to be another crucial system—more important than a warp engine, and even larger in size.
That wouldn't also be missing, would it?
With concern, she asked, "Then what about defensive capability? This little thing couldn't fit a warp engine—so it probably doesn't have a light-shield system either, right?"
Could this [Type 59 (Modified)] share the same strengths as a starskiff… and the same weaknesses?
Was it just as fragile?
Though Feixiao was female, her combat style was straightforward and ferocious, often trading wounds for wounds. Because of that, she placed great importance on defense.
"Good question!"
Sylvester slapped one hand onto the wooden counter, making the tea in the cups and the pastries on the plates tremble.
He laughed. "Indeed, this tank can't install things like protective shields. But as the old saying goes—'the best offense is a good defense'. The [Type 59 (Modified)]'s defense is primitive yet effective. Two words—hard tanking!"
Two fingers tapped repeatedly on the tank's surface, producing crisp clang-clang metallic sounds.
"The armor is made of an unknown special steel. For Pathstriders below the level of an Emanator, unless it's a full-power strike, they won't even leave a scratch."
"With this thing's defensive capability, at full throttle it can ram straight through a star and blow it apart!"
"Ram—through—a—star?!"
Feixiao exclaimed, stressing each word.
Just with its own armor? The hardness and heat resistance of this thing were a bit too absurd, weren't they?
Even a Denizen of Abundance at Hoolay's level couldn't survive in that kind of environment—yet this tank could?
Wasn't that a little too domineering?
"No need to worry," Sylvester said, guessing she might be concerned about whether the person inside would roast alive before the tank failed.
He smacked his lips lightly and added calmly, "The interior has a constant-temperature system and an oversized high-power air conditioner. It guarantees the occupants won't be baked into canned braised meat."
The ancient sages of the Xianzhou once said: air conditioning is combat power!
Feixiao clearly hadn't thought that far and replied stiffly, "Ah… I see. That really is quite impressive."
Beside her, Jingliu took the war vehicle from Sylvester's hands and leapt lightly down from the chair.
There was no longer any need to discuss this war vehicle's combat power—there wasn't a single flaw to pick apart.
She said with satisfaction, "This opening was worth it. Especially this war vehicle—its current combat strength already completely surpasses the [Thousand Demon Daggers]."
On the nearby table, the cracked long saber trembled unwillingly. It conveyed its intent to its master.
If only you let me absorb enough enemy power, I'd surpass this lump of iron sooner or later!
"Can't be helped."
Hearing that, Sylvester spread his hands. "After all, this thing has no conceptual power whatsoever. Its defense against stars is impressive, sure—but if you wield Yanqing's [Massacre Ruler], you could still slice it open like tofu."
"The authority of conceptual power was never something mortals possessed. And weapons like the [Type 59 (Modified)] are precisely a blessing for mortals."
Jingliu shook her head lightly. Her expression was calm, yet her heart burned with intensity.
If something like this could be produced by the thousands or tens of thousands, equipped as standard gear for pilots—forming clouds of steel to shield and guard the Xianzhou—how wonderful would that be?
If back then… Baiheng could have piloted something like this…
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