Fifteen days. From scratch. They had built a giant steel warship over eighty meters long, fully equipped with various weapons. Su Deben was stunned.
Though his robotic throat bobbed up and down, it ultimately produced no sound.
As the seventy-fifth commander of the expedition army, Deben had seen his fair share of powerful weapons and terrifying vehicles. But it was exactly this experience that made him realize the true significance of building such a behemoth in just fifteen days.
"Su Mo, did you find the Old Era Technology on the wasteland?"
Mo, who was still contacting Gonggong on Hope One via his Bluetooth headset, paused. "Old Era Technology? What is that?"
"Old Era" sounded vaguely Cthulhu-esque. Pairing it with "Technology" created a faint, bizarre sense of dissonance.
