"This is the problem we are currently tackling."
"Your father, the esteemed Noah, has only one request for us, which is to restore the complete manufacturing technology of the Giant God Weapon."
Terramus understood why these goblins were so cocky, but after hearing that they hadn't restored the complete technology, the Holy Dragon's Son wasn't polite anymore,
"Can't move? Isn't that just a huge humanoid heap of scrap metal?"
Terramus' words were like cold water dropping into a boiling oil pot, instantly causing a splash. The emotions of several goblin engineers became intensely excited in an instant,
"How can you say that?"
"How can this be scrap metal?"
"We just haven't completed the assembly yet!"
"You simply don't understand Giant God Weapons; you don't even know what mechanical engineering is."
"That's right, you understand nothing, you're not qualified to comment."
