Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 194: Abandoned Child

Berry was relieved. Windsor Belo's method was indeed the best one at the moment. Not only did he not waste Alan's effort, he also increased Sirius' combat strength. Operating this project inside Sirius, since Beth Cod had produced the magic weapons himself, there was no need to worry about having too much impact on the outside magic weapon market. As for someone who wanted to put his hand into Marshal Greed's pocket, he had to weigh his weight.

"Let Alan do it. If you need anything, just contact Mirren directly." Windsor Belo stretched her waist and said, "I have to go to sleep. It's been a few days since I slept."

Berry's heart tightened. "What, did the interstellar defense line get attacked again?"

After all, Anders and Parral had attacked not long ago. If the aliens attacked again, the frequency of this attack would be a little high.

Windsor Belo shrugged and said, "Nothing much. It's a fleet this time. Andos has recovered from his scars and forgotten the pain. I've taught him a lesson. There shouldn't be a month or two left to fight this time. And Koooag, Mulla, and Yuki are all back. There's no need for me to play anymore."

The three of them were Sirius' generals, who were second only to Windsor Belo in combat power. They were called the Sirius four generals together with Mirren, and they were all independent experts. Even if he was left in the Federation army system, he was still someone who could contend with the general. Apart from Mirren, who was Windsor Belo's adjutant and had been attending to her for many years, the rest of the three generals had their own missions. This time Windsor Belo sent them back, and there were four guards. Unless the Neil or Kidds were all attacking, Windsor Belo would not be able to play.

Berry's thoughts relaxed. He immediately ended the communication and contacted his adjutant, Mirren, to apply to Sirius for talent deployment. According to Allen's request, he needed at least one more gun designer and a team. If the final proposal was feasible, then at least a small arsenal would be needed to meet the production needs of the assembly line.

"No problem. There will be a material starship heading to Nether Domain Star tomorrow. The technical team you need will be on board." Mirren smiled and said, "Tell Sergeant Allen to do a good job and live up to the expectations of the Marshal."

That's the end of the communication.

In the afternoon, Allen took out ten semi-finished product sequence templates from the warehouse. With the help of several assistants, he completed the activation of the energy conduction pivot array and the installation of the source points. Then, he loaded them into the test rifle that he had prepared early in the morning. Assistant Adam knocked on the door and said, "Sergeant, the colonel has called in his men to help with the data collection, but they "

Adam waved his hand twice in the air and made a helpless expression, "I guess you have to see for yourself. I personally don't think they are the best choice."

Ellen came to the workshop building puzzled. Outside the building, there were a hundred people standing loosely. Seeing Alan come out, a man yawned and scratched the back of his head. Seeing Alan, he smiled and said, "It's you? I didn't expect that the sergeant is the director of the Sequence Workshop. No wonder he spoke so confidently yesterday. He was indeed a big shot."

There weren't many talents in sequence design. Not to mention masters, even technicians were talents that the government and the nobles were competing for. Just like Alan, even if he didn't have any other identity, just his ability to design sequences was enough to allow him to enjoy all kinds of special treatment in the base. Even though he was only a sergeant, even the head of the base had to be polite when he saw him.

In the event of an unfavorable battle, the Sequence Technician and his team had a higher priority to evacuate. Not long ago, when the Blade Demon invaded the base, before Major Luda escaped, he had to arrange for the two technicians in the base to evacuate first. Unfortunately, they were still killed by the Saber Demon in the chaos. For this, Lu Da still had to face some commands. Of course, with Russen protecting him, these allegations could only be ignored in the end.

As for now, it was not an exaggeration for the man in front of him to call Ellen a "big shot". However, on the chaotic battlefield, most of the soldiers advocated martial power, so this address carried a somewhat demeaning meaning.

Alan looked over and recognized this person as Lieutenant Peter, the commander of the Border Rong Army, who had caused trouble in the dormitory last night.

"Looks like Colonel Berry has really picked some good candidates for me." Alan said helplessly.

Lieutenant Pete spread out his hands and said, "Berry let us come over. Well, we're here now. It doesn't look interesting here. Sergeant, let's go first."

He turned around to leave, and Alan's first assistant shouted, "Wait, you're the people Colonel Berry called to help us with the tests. How can you leave just like that?"

"Test?" Peter smiled at his soldiers. "We are not interested in what these women do."

Bian Rong Jun laughed.

Alan also held a test rifle in his hand that had just been installed. He immediately raised it and pointed it at Peter.

Peter's smile gradually condensed and he turned his head to say, "Sergeant, I don't like being pointed at with a gun."

The other soldiers all smiled maliciously, and Alan believed that if Pete ordered them, they would rush forward desperately. As for the rules of the base, they were simply indispensable to the Border Rong Army. Alan raised his arm and activated his Origin Energy. The markings on the spear lit up and a Raging Flame Missile flew into the sky. The missile that flickered with flames soared several dozen meters into the sky before exploding with all its might, creating a ball of flames.

Peter frowned. "A magic gun? Is this your weapon, sergeant?"

"If you participate in the test, it might be your weapon." Alan said.

Peter shrugged and said, "I'm not interested in this kind of kid stuff."

"I don't think you understand, lieutenant." Alan looked at the soldiers behind him. "I mean you, not you. I mean the soldiers under you. They will probably be equipped with such weapons, understand?"

"Impossible." Peter shook his head and said, "These fellows only have seven or eight levels of Origin Energy at most. They can't even drive a First Grade Demon Martial Arts. You still expect them to be fully equipped with a Magic Energy Spear!"

"If it's just the development of conventional weapons, what do I need you to do?" Ellen waved his magic energy spear and said, "This is a project to regularize magic weapons. Once it is implemented, even soldiers can use magic energy weapons. As long as they have a level four or five Origin Energy, I don't think this is difficult, right?"

He paused for a moment before continuing, "I know very well who you are. You have been left idle and unused." Thus, he faced this world with indifference and giggle, but this did not change anything. I'm sure you know that. I don't dare to say what kind of changes these tests will bring to you. But at the very least, if you still have a bit of unwillingness, if you still remember your original intention of joining the army, then come and find me. "At the very least, it won't be a big loss for you, will it?"

Without waiting for Peter and the others to agree. Alan gestured and returned to the workshop with a few assistants. Peter and the others stood outside the workshop, their faces retracted from their sloppy expressions as they pondered over what Alan had said just now. After a long time, Peter asked, "What do you say?"

The soldier said, "Boss, it's up to you."

"I don't think that kid was wrong. Anyway, it would be a waste of an afternoon at most." Peter shrugged and said, "We've been wasting our time since we were thrown into the Border Rong Army. Do we care about having another afternoon?"

The answer was naturally no, so the hundreds of people walked into the workshop one after another.

There was an open space behind the workshop. This was the place that was usually used to test the demonic martial arts. Now let's set up a line of practice shooting targets. Peter and the others let Allen bring him to the open space and follow Allen's instructions. They would be divided into ten groups of ten, each group consisting of ten people. They would take turns shooting with test guns to collect a series of reference data such as sequence power, usage times, and the average Origin Energy level of the soldiers.

The soldiers were skeptical at first, but they were excited when the first group activated the sequence and blew the row/shooting target to ashes with the Blazing Fire Missile. The highest level of Origin Energy amongst them was only Level 8, and even a rank 1 Demon Martial Artist would not be able to drive it. Now that they had successfully used a submagical weapon, it was as if they were dreaming.

Alan and his assistant were busy collecting data. The target was blasted to ashes, and its power was not bad. However, the equivalent of the sequence in terms of Origin Energy requirement exceeded Allen's set value. This was because after a few soldiers with low Origin Energy levels fired a shot, they were almost unable to stand up after exhausting their Origin Energy. This was not what Allen wanted.

So he and his assistant adjusted the sequence of the test guns before putting the second group on the field.

Following that, several groups of tests were conducted, and the sequence was constantly adjusted. In the last group, they had fired three rounds in total before meeting Allen's most basic requirements.

It's already evening, so today's test ends here. When Allen had the soldiers withdraw their test guns, they were still a little reluctant to part with him. Alan stepped forward and said to Peter, "If you will cooperate, I hope you can change another batch of soldiers to report to me in three days."

Lieutenant Peter frowned and said, "Can't these guys do it again? I think they want to live here as long as you agree."

Allen shook his head and smiled, "This project is designed to spread throughout the army. I want to collect as many Origin Energy parameters as possible to determine the consumption equivalents of the sequence. Therefore, the more the experimenter's base number, the better. This way, the more accurate the reference data will be."

"Alright, I don't understand you guys anyway." "I thank you on their behalf, sergeant. You gave them a chance to try." Pete suddenly put away his smile and said in a low voice.

Alan shook his head and said, "No, the one to be thanked is yourself. You gave yourself a chance."

"Anyway, at least before they left Blood Hawk Base, these guys found the feeling of being soldiers again. I think we'll miss this place after we leave," Peter said with a smile.

After handing over the follow-up work to the assistant, Alan and Peter walked out of the workshop together and said, "What exactly is going on with the Border Rong Army?"

"Didn't you understand everything?" Peter looked at him and said.

Ellen smiled and said, "You mean the rumors? But I want to know the real you. That way, my parameter collection might go smoothly."

"Actually, it's nothing. To be honest, we are just like those fellows from the Charge Camp. However, I still envy those fellows from the Charge Camp. At the very least, they can still die on the battlefield. A real battlefield!" Peter lowered his head and smiled. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a deep shadow on his face.