Chapter 38: Saber Turret
“Do you know what Flash Step is?” Rasul asked, his hands behind his back.
“It’s a footwork technique that allows you to burst into super high speed instantly.” Mia replied.
“Wrong!” Rasul pointed at her and exclaimed, “Flash Step is not a footwork technique in itself, but a way of exerting force with your leg muscles.”
“The Transcendental power you absorb or plunder, after being transformed into physical strength, can significantly enhance your physical qualities, but do you know how to effectively utilize it?”
“Humans’ original way of running is based on normal human physical qualities, evolved over hundreds of millions of years, balancing energy conservation and efficiency.”
“However, when your physical qualities are enhanced beyond the ordinary, the original way of running is no longer suitable. You need a way to burst into high speed in a shorter time.”
“Then, how can we achieve that?” Mia asked.
“Shut up! Didn’t Asker teach you not to interrupt others when they are speaking?” Rasul scolded her.
Mia pouted and didn’t say anything.
“First, you need to change your running posture!” Rasul took out a sword from somewhere and tapped her body with the scabbard. “Lean your upper body forward! Lean your lower body forward! Land on the balls of your feet! Lift your heels!”
“I’ll fall if I lean any further forward!” Mia exclaimed angrily.
“The way to avoid falling is to run! Keep running forward!” Rasul pushed her to run, occasionally hitting her with the scabbard. “Faster! Faster! Lean your body forward a little more!”
Mia, while running, tried to lean forward further, but almost fell flat on her face. She quickly sped up.
On the other side, Asker, carrying his sword, after killing a dozen or so targets again, turned back to check on Mia’s progress.
He saw Mia running frantically around a hill, while Rasul, at the top of the hill, was holding a stopwatch and shouting:
“Speed up! Speed up! You must reach 10 meters per second, or you’ll die!”
“The training is going quite smoothly.” Asker jumped onto the hill.
“I find this dream to be a perfect training ground.” Rasul stared at the scene below. “In reality, if the rookies under me ran like her, they would have fallen due to muscle strains long ago.”
“The so-called fatigue in a dream is actually just a mental illusion, it won’t cause any damage to her body. And long-term repetitive practice here can not only train her willpower but also allow her to deeply memorize the way her muscles exert force, just like that… V…”
“VR.” Asker said.
“Right, VR.” Rasul said, “I’ve long wanted to get a set of VR equipment, but unfortunately, only the Church headquarters has this high-tech stuff.”
“I’ll have to find a friend from the School of Dreams.” He sighed.
…
Olympia Barracks, training ground.
The melee DPS members of Azure Longsword who had initially fought against the Spartans were almost all pulled into the dream arena to act as snipers.
The remaining girls, after purchasing the transcendental materials, had just returned to the barracks when they heard that the newly recruited boy, Hood, had created a new piece of equipment.
“Ta-da!” Hood pushed out a cubic iron box about one meter in length and opened it like a magician unveiling a curtain.
“Saber, the automatic King Arthur turret!” He introduced enthusiastically.
Inside the iron box was a strange-looking machine gun.
“What’s the use of this?” Thira asked.
“It’s equipped with a fully automatic image recognition program and a rotary machine gun. After activation, it can automatically target and shoot enemies, isn’t that great?” Hood introduced.
“Why is there a tuft of hair sticking up on top of the machine gun?” Miel asked.
“That’s an ahoge.” Hood said seriously. “An ahoge is the King Arthur’s combat power… Hey! Don’t, don’t, don’t!”
Before he could scream, Medea had already pulled off the glued-on fake hair.
“Heh, it seems to be Eleanor’s hair.” She sneered.
“I painstakingly collected it from her pillow…” Hood said dejectedly.
“Gluing hair on it is meaningless, right?” Thira urged, exasperated. “Quickly demonstrate it.”
“Okay.” Hood fiddled with the machine gun for a while, then pressed the switch.
The machine gun turned around with a clatter, aimed at several targets in the distant shooting range, and quickly shot them all down.
“The turning speed is too slow.” Miel commented. “At this turning speed, the enemy just needs to charge in an arc and can directly reach the machine gun and destroy it. Also, the muzzle can only move horizontally, it can’t rotate vertically?”
“What’s an arc charge?” Hood was a little confused. “Isn’t this turning speed fast enough? Is there anyone who can dodge its trajectory just by running?”
“As far as I know, Asker and Peggy definitely can.” Miel pondered. “Mia might be able to as well.”
“This is a bit heavy.” Nuo tried to lift the turret.
“Of course, it’s made of steel, after all, almost 40% of the weight comes from the ammunition compartment.” Hood said.
“It’s not easy to carry when it’s so heavy, right?” Nuo asked.
“It can be mounted on the car roof.” Hood said, “Don’t you have a car?”
“Let me share my understanding.” Thira said, “The function of this machine gun turret should be to supplement the weaker side’s output when the team splits up.”
“If it’s just mounted on the car, it means the team can only stay near the car, which is too restrictive.”
“Change the physical ammunition to energy ammunition.” Nuo suggested. “That can reduce the weight.”
“The main frame material can be changed to military aluminum alloy, and the parts that bear shear force can be replaced with adamantine components.”
“Where can we get these materials?” Hood chuckled. Military aluminum alloy? Adamantine? Were those materials that ordinary people could get their hands on?
“No need, we have them in our team warehouse.” Nuo replied. There were still a few boxes of raw materials left over from the Grand Arena.
Hood: …
“After reducing the weight, can it be carried?” Miel asked.
“I’m afraid not.” Nuo said.
“Then I don’t need it.” Miel said.
“Install a jet suspension engine.” Nuo thought for a moment. “Then there won’t be a weight problem.”
Hood was speechless.
This was just an ordinary auto-turret! Why did they seem to want to modify it into Bumblebee!
“Don’t you think this name is terrible?” Medea shook her head and asked. “Saber? King Arthur? What does it mean?”
“Change the name.” Thira said, “How about ‘Sabre Turret’?”
“Not bad.” Nuo said.
Okay, now even the name had been changed.
Hood started to complain wildly in his mind. Can you women please stop making random suggestions and changes?
Do you understand mechanical dynamics? Do you understand the law of energy dispersion? You don’t understand anything and just make random requests. When I make a Frankenstein monster of a piece of equipment, you’ll complain that it’s ugly!
I’m not changing it anymore! If you want to change it, do it yourselves!
“Then let’s do that.” Nuo smiled. “Hood, this turret you made is quite useful. If it can be optimized as we just said, it would be perfect.”
Hood stared blankly at her smiling face, the word “angel” suddenly popping into his mind again.
“Okay! I’ll definitely change it!” He nodded repeatedly.
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