The operator of the injured mecha took the doctor's words.

"Doctor, you are the first authority on the mainland's guiding engineering, if you can't do it, who else can do it."

Dr. Schmidt was not very happy when he heard the compliment, and he stroked the alloy steel shell of the mech, showing a self-deprecating smile.

"Will, that's just an outsider's compliment. In the ancient Semrian civilization, there were countless technological achievements that we can only look up to today. As modern people, we stand in the ruins of ancient civilizations, stepping on the scientific heritage left by our ancestors, and spend our lives in poverty, just trying to copy the wisdom of the ancients, let alone creating a higher civilization. ”

Duchamp smacked his tongue, not knowing how to take the sentence.

In the ancient civilization of Semria, there were indeed many incredible powers, but today, not only have those forces disappeared, but even the history books are not available.

The history of this world is always lost very quickly, and what happened only a few hundred years ago is now unverifiable. Exactly why this happened, even if Duchamp was a time-traveler, is not clear.

Dr. G. Schmidt, one of the three disciples of Epstein, the father of guidance, must have known far more of the mysteries of the world than a hairy boy like Duchamp, but even he said so, which shows how advanced and splendid the ancient Semrian civilization was.

On the mainland, whenever the ancient Semria relics unearthed or collected by others are leaked, it will cause a bloody storm, and these relics, each of which can play an incredible role, are the object of contention by all forces at all costs in the world.

As a transcendent position on the mainland, the Qiyao Church, which almost unifies the beliefs of the mainland, more than 200 years ago, in order to maintain the peace of the mainland, ordered that private collections of ancient relics that can still be used are strictly prohibited. But this is just a piece of paper, no one's faith can be so devout as to voluntarily give up these relics that can be called 'artifacts', on the contrary, with the development of science more and more, people have found that ancient relics cannot be copied, therefore, various forces are competing for them more and more fiercely.

In 1175, the Church of the Seven Jewels finally could not tolerate this chaos and established a separate secret organization, the Knights of the Star Cup, under the canonization province, whose main task was to recover the relics by all means. This is the dark history of the Church, but Duchamp has been tasked with cracking this institution, so he knows a little about it.

It is not only the worldly elites who are vying for relics, but also the scientific community, which has a love-hate attitude, and Dr. Schmidt's attitude is a typical example. With the achievements of the doctors, who have stood at the top of human wisdom, in front of the ancient relics, they can only sigh their ignorance and insignificance, let alone ordinary scientists.

Duchamp once read an article written by a scholar studying the philosophy of science in a scientific journal half a kilometer from Professor Ashley, and he cried out that scientists would ignore the Semria relics and not crack them. Duchamp remembered the words of the author named Pearl, "Studying the relics of Semria will only lead us to be lost in our spirits, and to be completely lost in the fragments of history, thus deviating from the direction of our civilization and bringing back to the vortex of history." No matter how splendid an ancient civilization is, it is a failed civilization after all, a civilization that has been destroyed, why should we indulge in the corpse of a loser, and ignore the flowers on the road ahead of us, and the brilliant starry sky that stands above us. ”

Thinking back to this, Duchamp suddenly realized that he was wasting his time. Instead of thinking about these useless things, it is better to quickly recall the inside of the mecha you just saw to deepen your memory and understanding.

This is also Dr. Schmidt's miscalculation, he didn't expect that this hairy boy next to him actually had his own spy system, just now Duchamp was watching while analyzing the intelligence, and he had already seen through the inside of his latest model of mecha.

While reminiscing, Duchamp was in YY, what would happen if the internal technology of the guide workbench was taken out and docked with this mecha technology.

For a while, his mind was full of how to make an invincible mecha and his dream of transforming into a superman to travel the sky. Immediately afterward, he thought worriedly, such a mecha seems to have a flaw, in fact, the human body is a part of the machine, according to this design idea, the impact force on the outside of the mecha will also be directly converted into stress and transmitted to the operator, if the external body is injured, the internal body of the operator can not even dodge.

If you get an armor-piercing bullet in the chest, maybe the mecha doesn't fall, and the person falls first.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder. After all, there is no 100% perfect thing in this world, and the development of airships is safer than this, at least the one that can parachute to escape after being defeated, or simply develop an American unmanned fighter, that is the real decisive victory thousands of miles away.

Thinking about it, his fanaticism for Gundam couldn't help but subside a little.

In his thoughts, Duchamp followed Dr. Schmidt through the walkway lined with countless Gundams.

As he walked, the doctor introduced: "This is the mecha I developed by myself in the early days, some can only be used as displays, and some can only make simple reaction actions, but in this one, I can finally start running and exerting power, and it has been updated from generation to generation to now, and finally has the prototype of a mecha." ”

"Tut, being a Gundam fan can do this to this extent, and it can be called god-level." Duchamp looked at the huge underground Gundam workshop and sighed in his heart that 'people are more popular than people'.

Dr. Schmidt led everyone to a workshop and pointed to the tall shelves on both sides and said, "This is a weapon specially designed for mechas, and with the huge power of mechas, they can wield even larger weapons. As long as the operator can master the skills of using weapons, the performance in real combat is far superior to that of today's armored vehicles and tanks. ”

Duchamp looked at the huge weapons on the shelf, his eyes were straight, and at this moment his monkey nature came up again, and he jumped to the weapon rack, and was about to pull out a majestic sawtooth thick-backed broadsword on it.

"Styry, be careful, those weapons are very heavy." Professor Ashley yelled at him to come down.

Duchamp pulled it hard, and it was so heavy that he couldn't stop it.

"These weapons are all made of special alloys, and they can't be wielded by human power, so you might as well give up."

Duchamp gritted his teeth and said, "The master doesn't believe in this evil." ”

He swept up the Gundam's weapon rack, abandoned the thick-bladed broadsword, and set his eyes on a much thinner samurai sword, only to hear a shout of 'hey', and the katana sword that was taller than him was pulled out in a back-pull style.

Duchamp struggled to carry the extra-long samurai sword, thinking, what should I do with this thing?

He suddenly remembered the spear technique he played some time ago, isn't this sword similar to a gun. He swung his hands vigorously, using the sword as a spear, and used the 'Sanada Squad Leader's Burst', and after protruding more than ten meters, he struck forward violently, and a sword flower flooded.

Duchamp turned around, triumphantly dragged the sword to the ground, flicked his right hand on the sword, and played: "Good sword, good sword, but it's a pity that it's a little long." ”

Dr. Schmidt watched Duchamp carry the heavy greatsword in both hands and put it back on the weapon rack, and suddenly a new thought occurred to him.

The tour of the underground Gundam workshop was supposed to end there, but Dr. Schmidt suddenly turned around and went in the other direction. motioned for the two to follow, and said, "I'm in a good mood today, I'll take you to see the real good things, even Ashley, I shouldn't have seen it." ”

Oh, I haven't even seen Professor Ashley before, so it must be something even better. Duchamp stumbled to follow.

Dr. Schmidt led the two of them, turned back again, bypassed the real battlefield, and then went forward, using the authentication card, to open a new area.

"Wow, there are a lot of mechs over here!" Duchamp exclaimed happily. In the workshop on this side, there are a bunch of black mechas, neatly arranged, carrying something like a small missile on their shoulders, and a runner launch hole in their hands, which looks amazing at a glance.

Dr. Schmidt gave him a disgusted look and said, "That's an order from the Wehrmacht, just as a weapon of psychological deterrence, to hook fire from the shoulders and fire huge incendiary grenades, but that's about it." ”

It turned out that the Gundam had already been planned to be put into actual combat use, and Duchamp couldn't help but shake his head.

When Dr. Schmidt saw him shake his head, he was mistaken, and he shook his head equally and said, "In my opinion, it is a shame to put such an immature product out there." Let's go, the good stuff is over here. ”

Behind the Wehrmacht's Gundam workshop, there was a taller workshop, in which stood a real Gundam giant, so tall that you had to look up to see its whole body, Duchamp gestured and found that he just wanted to rush up and hug this Gundam's thigh, but he couldn't reach it, at most he could only hold the calf, and then compared the calf of Gundam, which seemed to be twice as thick as Duchamp's bust.

Duchamp still felt that the Gundam in the corridor was majestic, but compared to the Gundam in the depths of the workshop, it was simply a model to a real person, and a grandson to a grandfather, which made people feel the urge to rush up and pay their respects.