Chapter 1608 - 124: Prototype Success (Second Update)

Mu Fan’s words were like a spark in a prairie fire; once ignited in the heart, they were unstoppable.

"What lies beyond the stars... Is the scenery there beautiful?..."

"I’ve never imagined the world there."

In this moment, Alva’s heart was stirring.

Sometimes, a dream only needs to be planted, and it will naturally take root and grow.

The seed called "dream," its resilience far exceeded what one could imagine.

"Yes, so you don’t need to be grateful. This is both to repay your kindness and our own salvation. I will take Nuonuo home."

Hearing Mu Fan’s gentle voice, the girl pressed her lips together, her large eyes staring at Mu Fan with admiration.

Mu Fan always used the simplest words to deeply move her heart at the most unintentional moments.

"Okay, then time is of the essence!"

"We’ll act separately."

"I’ll organize the forging," Alva said flamboyantly.

"Nuonuo and I will dismantle the blueprints."

"I’ll take a trip to the Wind Clan. This old face of mine can still be of some use." Isaiah’s hearty laughter echoed in the tent.

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Once the decision-makers reached a consensus, the highly cooperative White Armor Tribe displayed remarkable execution capability.

"Cancel the retreat."

"All tribespeople begin processing Star Beast bones."

"Warriors split into three groups for rotating guard duty and forging."

"White Armor Clan, at the brink of life and death, the stars have brought us the most precious gift from afar! This will be the key to our victory! White Armor—"

"————Invincible!"

In just a few words, the entire tribe’s morale was raised to its peak.

The orders were swiftly adhered to and executed with great enthusiasm.

The White Armor Clan divided themselves into many teams based on strength and age.

Each team began a clearly defined division of labor under Alva’s coordination.

Mu Fan and Nuonuo stayed in the tent, starting to refine the blueprints.

It’s undeniable; when it came to detailed design, especially involving mechanical structures, Nuonuo’s level surpassed Mu Fan by at least ten stories high.

Yet Mu Fan, with a hidden [Black], occasionally proposed suggestions at critical points that even made Nuonuo’s eyes light up.

"Master... When did you learn mecha design? The level you’re showing has surpassed many engineers at Loki Heavy Industry!"

"Ahem." Mu Fan immediately began to cough intensely.

[Forced calm]!

Ghost Energy filtered from head to toe, instantly erasing Mu Fan’s feelings of embarrassment.

Meanwhile, a certain Intelligent Life swelled to a hundred times its size in virtual space.

Black’s incessant laughter echoed in Mu Fan’s ear.

"We can classify the design of the ram horns."

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"The elbow protection area can try a combination of rivets."

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Thought sparks flew continuously from their collision, gradually taking shape on the simple bark paper.

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Just one day later.

Bang!

Amidst the heavy vibration of crossbow strings, a white light suddenly flashed over the clearing.

Boom!

When that white light plunged into the distance, hitting a three-meter-tall boulder, it exploded instantly with a strong airflow.

Around them came sounds of inhaling amidst the astonished stares of the white-armored warriors in animal hides, who then looked forward with eager eyes.

Thump, thump, thump; the white figure landed and took several steps before abruptly turning.

A rugged face appeared, mouth agape.

"Did I break through that?"

"Hahaha, have I, Lance, already acquired such power!"

Laughter echoed freely across the clearing.

"Did you record that?"

"Yes, the data from the 139th trial has been recorded." The girl’s eyes remained fixed ahead, her smooth, fair cheeks now flushed, her eyes full of excitement and passion, "After lowering the frequency from fourteen strings to thirteen, we’ve adjusted the leg armor assembly sequence and can now guarantee the wearer’s balance! Moreover, the impact force hasn’t decreased!"

"So, it proves our design direction wasn’t wrong!"

"Mu Fan, I’m so excited, so accomplished. You know, this is the first mecha I’ve fully participated in designing!"

"Uh, no, it’s Alien Armor."

The girl joyfully leapt onto Mu Fan.

But when clinging to that strong frame, Nuonuo realized her slip of the tongue, quickly sticking out her pink tongue.

"Someday, it’ll become a true mecha; I have a hunch."

Mu Fan was equally thrilled, watching his concept come to life, the scene and exciting feeling deeply mesmerized him.

Carrying a forging hammer, Alva’s face was blackened with soot, coupled with his bare, muscular physique, he looked like a professional blacksmith.

Especially when he smiled, those white teeth stood out brightly under the night sky.

"Lance, check your ram horns for any damage."

Alva sounded quite excited, as he forged the core part of this armor and was eager to see his results.

Holding a triangular "belly," Lance quickly bowed his head to examine closely. Moments later, he excitedly shouted from afar, "No damage! Alva, your craftsmanship is simply extraordinary, hahaha!"

"You can continue testing."

Mu Fan spoke softly.

Alva’s grin widened as he glanced at the long row of boulders placed sideways, shouting loudly, "Charge again in that thing and make it a long one this time!"

Lance grinned, muscles bulging, arms pulling back fiercely.

"Charging, huh, this feeling... is soaring!"

As the creaking sound of the string threads clattered, Lance leaped forward.

Thump!

A visible stream of air burst forth from his feet.

Lance left a long, trailing shadow in the night sky, drawing a slight arc before slamming into the second boulder.

Boom.

The impact split half the boulder instantly.

Thump!

The third boulder lost off a big chunk of its corner.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Explosive sounds like hand grenades went off repeatedly.

The gigantic stones, spaced a hundred meters apart, shattered one by one.

The white shape sped without losing velocity, like a cannonball ricocheting wildly among the stones.

"It’s——so——awesome... ah!"

With a thud, Lance rolled over dozens of meters and landed.

Next came muttering grumbles.

"Can’t you stop rambling."

Surrounding him was a burst of laughter.

A half-minute later, Lance walked back, rubbing his sore arm while lovingly caressing his huge ram horns on his chest.

"With this thing, I dare to block a twenty-meter Beast Tide alone!"

Anyone could see the excitement on the face of this rugged man.