In this world, good news always seems to come with bad news. What you gain, you lose. Especially in the Empire, this kind of equivalent exchange thing makes me feel deeply.

Even though it's just a verbal promise, I think as a person with a lot of self-esteem, I don't think I'll break my promise. Besides, the base's personnel have been going viral lately, and it seems that the top management is not going to continue to allocate budgets for this development.

For this kind of completely useless thing, it may be more practical to spend the money on training a few more knights, after all, those are real things that can be seen and touched immediately.

When I heard the news, I didn't know if I should be happy or anything, because I was finally able to leave. Although it can be said that it is good news for me, I will finally not be worried about my life all the time.

But the bad news is that the madman's attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees and took the initiative to come to the door. Reach out and don't hit the smiling person, after all, I have been a senior and subordinate colleague for a while, which makes it difficult for me to refuse his request. It would be better if he lost his will because of the decision made above and was willing to fall into peace.

When I heard the words about "God" and his crazy look, I knew that I had made the wrong choice this time.

Because he was the kind of day when he suddenly shouted that inspiration came down from heaven, and then kept saying that "this is God's will." I knew that the so-called last experiment was certainly not as simple as I imagined.

"Boom!"

With a roar, the door of the warehouse slowly opened, and the experimental mecha was pulled out of the Gnaku.

Outer armor has been attached to the body, and it is worth noting that there are special card slots on the waist and shoulders to hold weapons, and the outer skin is dyed red. Because it was different from the previous body, an indescribable feeling arose slowly.

"How's that? I've used a crimson paint for you, isn't that pretty?"

The mecha is almost 1.95 meters long, which makes me, a little man, only look up to admire the "artwork" in Abdul-Jabbar's mouth.

Strangely enough, Abdul-Jabbar usually gives a commentary on the techniques of his works. This time, however, he only mentioned the paint lightly, and then said no more.

That smile and silence gave me a very uneasy feeling that there must be some conspiracy waiting for me somewhere.

Because of my height, I could only reach the position of my body's chest. For this reason, the body has made a lot of changes accordingly. The legs are connected to sensors, cushions, and then the soles of the feet from the outside of the body. The same is true for both hands, which are connected to the outer arm via sensors. This way, my head will appear in its normal position, not in the ribcage of my body.

It's basically like stepping on stilts and putting on a prosthetic arm, and for the first time, you will feel top-heavy. Because the body has to perform unconventional movements that break through the boundaries, the doctor has privately canceled the "gyroscope"-like balance device, which makes it more difficult to actually operate.

But these things didn't bother me, but the sensitivity of the sensor was so high that I couldn't close my mouth in surprise. It's very uncomfortable to use it for the first time, but when you get used to it, you will feel that the outer robotic arm is like your own fingers.

When I looked at Abdul-Jabbar, I noticed that his smile was even more eerie, and his expression seemed to say that the surprise was still to come.

However, I didn't give it for nothing, after an hour of adaptation, I was able to do a backward handstand or something like that.

There was no surprise on Abdul-Jabbar's face, as if he knew I could do it.

I didn't even say a word of compliment, which made me even more competitive.

"Request a replacement for the mana chamber!"

After receiving the instructions, I returned to the rig of the mech and followed their prompts to open the mana storage compartment from the inside. Then, the body suddenly lost power, and it couldn't even raise its hands and turn its head.

"The Outer Armor Magic Technique Connection is complete!"

"Mana reloaded!"

"Radio is working!"

The support staff began to report on the values of the indicators.

"Equip her with the number four sword. ”

Immediately, four men were pushing a rickshaw and hanging a weapon that looked like it was bigger than my previous greatsword on the card slot on my waist.

(Why are you still equipped with weapons?Shouldn't it just be a routine test?)

Abdul-Jabbar waited until the technician nodded at him, then turned to me and shouted, "Captain, it's time to test." ”

Looks like this madman doesn't want to give me time to think about anything else.

When I walked out of the warehouse under the guidance of the support staff, I found that I didn't know when the trees were in the open space outside the warehouse, and a trapezoidal grandstand more than two meters high had been erected. At this moment, several high-ranking officials of the military department, as well as the nobles who were responsible for the wrongs, were sitting firmly on it, as if they had come to visit this experiment.

It's over, this time it's really a duck on the shelf, and it won't work if you don't do it.

The flock of griffons, who were responsible for holding on, took to the air one after another with their instruments. The soldiers in charge of the guard directly pulled the cordon five kilometers away from the experimental site. It was only then that Abdul-Jabbar began to explain unhurriedly.

The mech was tentatively named Barbarian I, and as its name suggests, it was originally intended for hoplites. But the current state of the empire made it impossible for the infantry to use such equipment. In this case, it was converted to the sentry only.

The Barbarian's delicate core structure makes it impossible for its structure to be as strong as its name. In order to overcome this problem, the only way to overcome this problem is to improve the mana transformation, and then ensure the strength of its structure through inherent techniques to maintain its perverted mobility.

After reaching this conclusion, Abdul-Jabbar directly installed the six-machine core originally used by heavy armor on this petite body.

"Ah...... Yes!"

While my own words echoed Abdul-Jabbar's crazy remarks, I had already begun to pray for God's blessing.

[Captain, are you ready?]

I really doubt that he is still mentally normal. I knew the danger of the experiment, but I still had to show a happy expression.

The group of high-ranking officials and aristocrats who are usually high up in the sky are also watching this dangerous experiment out of curiosity by the lobbying of a madman. Moreover, those aristocrats are like a spring outing, and they also bring their own families. As far as the eye can see, the vast experimental field does not look like a weapon experiment, but rather a kind of competitive game that has been turned into entertainment for the aristocracy.

In other words, in order to avoid unnecessary risks, shouldn't the canopy visitors stay in the observation post and be monitored by observation instruments?

"Doctor, aren't you really going to terminate the experiment? You know, if the experiment fails, the worst-case scenario is that we may be wiped out along with this test site!"

When I spoke into the radio, I couldn't help but look a few more times, the equivalent of the magic chamber.

Looking at the group of aristocratic daughters who wanted to curry favor with high-ranking officials, they wandered through the crowd from time to time, busy looking for their goals. I can only use that worried tone to propose to Abdul-Jabbar that the experiment be terminated.

[The progress of science always comes with sacrifice.] If they fail, let them become the cornerstones on the way forward!]

Well, it seems that there is a group of people who carry themselves, which is not bad. Besides, I didn't think it was here.