In a secret woodland under martial law on the outskirts of Mosaka.

Abdul-Jabbar's mood has been much better lately. Although the R&D project led by him is still progressing slowly, there are no more dead people, since the girl came.

In his previous life, Abdul-Jabbar, who was a "dead fat house", dreamed of making a battle armor of his own, but he knew that in that world, all this was impossible, at least not in the era in which he lived.

Perhaps God heard his little wish and ......

Abdul-Jabbar's childhood was not happy, and even if he went to another world, a world full of magic, he still couldn't communicate with normal people.

When Abdul-Jabbar first came into real contact with magic, he knew that perhaps this was the opportunity God had given him to reveal himself.

But.......

It is impossible for people to understand his "scientific theory" in a world where magic and cold weapons, commoners and nobles, gods and infidels coexist.

He was regarded as an icon of the pagans, and it would not have been impossible that he would have been burned on the cross by his fanatical believers had it not been for his aristocratic status.

In the eyes of outsiders he is a heretic, in the eyes of his siblings he is a freak, in the eyes of his parents, he is the most rebellious person, although he is very smart, but he does not need to be on the right path.

In the end, he chose to hide himself, as if he was only living in his own world. Hiding in a dark room where the sun doesn't see the sun all year round, he began to try to make an energy output device that could be used by his ideal mecha.

Soon his idea reached Mantosa's ears, and Mantosa even made a special trip to meet this guy, who had been called a freak by his family. The strange thing is that as soon as the two met, they talked in detail. At that time, Mantosa, who was already a national teacher, even explained his ideas to Jabbar one by one.

This makes Abdul-Jabbar very excited, you can imagine a person who has been unaccepted by the outside world for a long time, suddenly being appreciated by a person, and even being able to point out the flaws and mistakes in his vision. The most important thing is that person, who is still the number two person in a country. What is it like when it all happens to me?

Jabbar couldn't help but want to worship Mantosa as a national teacher, and he couldn't guess many problems that couldn't be solved for a while.

The National Normal University even gave him a laboratory of his own, and then made a factory, all kinds of supporting instruments...... , as well as technicians from the imperial capital who specialized in cooperating with him.

Abdul-Jabbar's vision (perfected under Mantosa's direction) was.....

If the theory of miracles that can only be performed by a magician through a staff can be recreated with the armor-type device he envisioned, even ordinary people who do not have magical talent will be able to withstand demon warriors, and then the empire will have its own official magic army.

Compared to the existing mages, the Demon Warrior he envisioned would be better in speed, defense, and attack power (except for those legendary characters).

Of course, there is a part of the principle of the transformation of magic into physical attacks, which Abdul-Jabbar can't figure out, and this is not his area of expertise, this part is completed by the team sent by Mantosa.

However, how to optimize the output and input capabilities of the mecha is a headache.

In the past, there were all kinds of "water and soil adaptation", either because the body was not strong enough and the body was crushed by the impact of the high-speed movement of the body, or because he did not control the driving body well and was eaten by the magic of the body itself, and directly became an idiot.

When a freak ignores these problems, new problems arise.

Energy.

Because of the protective effect, the armor of the body itself is quite thick, which leads to the normal movement of the body will consume a lot of energy. There's no way to think about high-speed movement at all, let alone physical attacks for energy conversion.

If you increase the number of energy blocks, then the corresponding weight will increase. Then, the consumption will also increase.

It's a vicious cycle.

Fortunately, the empire attaches great importance to this research, and is not stingy in terms of funds, manpower and material resources.

The weather was sunny today, and the wind was ignored because of the experimental ground project. Most of the scheduled experimental projects have been completed. I'm lucky compared to those who have their organs torn apart because they have been torn apart by the huge impact of steering movements during high-speed movement. At least the little life is still there. However, in high-speed movement, it is difficult for mental power to concentrate to drive the body's energy output. If the concentration is slightly changed, the body's built-in calculation function will collapse, and the body will either strike suddenly or disintegrate in high-speed movement.

While enduring the burden of the body caused by high-speed movement, I tried to restrain my facial expressions that were about to spasm (at this time, I was not wearing the helmet of the old director. ）。 While dodging obstacles that pop up from time to time while maintaining high-speed movement, complete the shooting mission against imaginary enemies.

Yes, it's this barbarian mecha full of faults, and there is no trust to talk about at all. It's just that there is still the completion of that madman, and all kinds of temporary experimental projects.

(If you want to murder, it's too late!)

Although my heart was already full of anger, I didn't dare to scold at the walkie-talkie. I'm afraid that Jabbar will have a whim or something.

On the radio, from time to time, I was unreasonably "harassed" by this madman, and I had to try to calm my anger and carry out my homework with full attention. It's definitely a miserable thing. But you can't object to it yet.

After another unreasonable request from a madman, I yelled at the vibrating microphone, "Are you going to murder?"

And then—

During the high-speed movement, the body suddenly disintegrated, and I flew out after a 36-degree rotation movement.

[Energy block calculation failed, the main body of the mecha disintegrated, the repeated mecha disintegrated, the experiment was terminated]

Yes, it's this barbarian mecha full of faults, and there is no trust to talk about at all. It's just that there is still the completion of that madman, and all kinds of temporary experimental projects.

(If you want to murder, it's too late!)

Although my heart was already full of anger, I didn't dare to scold at the walkie-talkie. I'm afraid that Jabbar will have a whim or something.

On the radio, from time to time, I was unreasonably "harassed" by this madman, and I had to try to calm my anger and carry out my homework with full attention. It's definitely a miserable thing. But you can't object to it yet.

After another unreasonable request from a madman, I yelled at the vibrating microphone, "Are you going to murder?"

And then—

During the high-speed movement, the body suddenly disintegrated, and I flew out after a 36-degree rotation movement.

[The energy block failed to calculate, the main body of the mecha disintegrated, the repeated mecha disintegrated, the experiment was final, it was this barbarian mecha full of problems, and there was no trust to talk about at all.] It's just that there is still the completion of that madman, and all kinds of temporary experimental projects.

(If you want to murder, it's too late!)

Although my heart was already full of anger, I didn't dare to scold at the walkie-talkie. I'm afraid that Jabbar will have a whim or something.

On the radio, from time to time, I was unreasonably "harassed" by this madman, and I had to try to calm my anger and carry out my homework with full attention. It's definitely a miserable thing. But you can't object to it yet.

After another unreasonable request from a madman, I yelled at the vibrating microphone, "Are you going to murder?"

And then—

During the high-speed movement, the body suddenly disintegrated, and I flew out after a 36-degree rotation movement.

[The energy block failed to calculate, the main body of the mecha disintegrated, the repeated mecha disintegrated, the experiment was final, it was this barbarian mecha full of problems, and there was no trust to talk about at all.] It's just that there is still the completion of that madman, and all kinds of temporary experimental projects.

(If you want to murder, it's too late!)

Although my heart was already full of anger, I didn't dare to scold at the walkie-talkie. I'm afraid that Jabbar will have a whim or something.

On the radio, from time to time, I was unreasonably "harassed" by this madman, and I had to try to calm my anger and carry out my homework with full attention. It's definitely a miserable thing. But you can't object to it yet.

After another unreasonable request from a madman, I yelled at the vibrating microphone, "Are you going to murder?"

And then—

During the high-speed movement, the body suddenly disintegrated, and I flew out after a 36-degree rotation movement.

[The energy block calculation fails, the main body of the mecha disintegrates, the repeated mecha disintegrates, and the experiment ends.]