Warlord: King of All Clans

The little mouse Gullveig is not keen on the cumbersome birthday party, but is particularly interested in the birthday gift from the alchemist Freeman.

After hastily dealing with the newcomers of the Empire who kept coming to the banquet, the little mouse put on a slim leather armor and walked towards the palace square with Norin and other Rose Knights.

The walls around the palace square have not been demolished to deal with the elf portal, and now it has become a testing ground for mice.

In the middle of the square, a metal statue more than four meters high stood motionless.

Beside it, Master Freeman was leading his team in a final inspection. Historians Denise and Herod were among them, preparing to visit the actual experiment of this alchemical creation.

This is the first generation of magic mecha made by Master Freeman. After adding the core control module sent by the goblin master Virgil, it can finally move freely.

Seeing the princess coming, Master Freeman was a little nervous and couldn't help but persuade her: "Your Highness, let Gene go first. After the test is completed, you can try to drive it."

The little mouse shook his head and said, "No need, I'll go straight ahead."

Gene is the mecha pilot in Freeman's hands. To become a magic mecha pilot, one must have the physical fitness of an extraordinary warrior and the magical perception of an extraordinary wizard. In other words, one must be a genius who practices both magic and martial arts.

Freeman has several such students, but none of them are as good as the Imperial Princess.

The first generation of magic mechas have not passed any actual combat tests, and there are certain risks in driving them.

Seeing that the little mouse insisted, Master Freeman didn't say anything more. Instead, he ordered the team to retreat and then opened the hatch on the chest of the magic mecha.

The appearance of the magic mecha is that of a tall and burly knight in plate armor, and the alloy hatch on the front chest is fifteen centimeters thick.

This was not the first time the little mouse had tried driving, and he was already very familiar with the route.

She swiftly got into the cockpit of the mecha, put her slender body into the latex suit full of pipes, and then gave a thumbs up to the assistant outside.

The two auxiliary members worked together to close the hatch and then quickly ran away.

After a while, the magic mecha that was standing still began to surge with magic power, and the magic crystal eyes in the middle of the plate armor eye socket helmet slowly lit up with a blue light.

Then the magic mecha raised its right hand like an ordinary person and drew out the giant sword in front of it.

It was just a thousand-pound steel giant sword, which was exactly an extended version of the trapezoidal blade of the guillotine, but in the hands of the huge magic mecha, it was only a sword and a half.

Opposite the magic mecha, there stood another person, that was the Sword Saint Algernon.

Looking at the huge magic mecha, Algernon also became interested.

The magic mecha dragged the giant sword and approached Algernon in three steps. It raised the giant sword above its head and chopped it down on the head.

Algernon did not block it head-on, but moved sideways lightly to avoid the giant sword's attack.

The heavy sword fell to the ground, and the stone bricks on the ground suddenly burst open. The gap continued to expand, forming a gap half a meter wide and seven or eight meters long.

The magic mecha missed its attack, and the giant sword in its hand plowed a groove in the ground. The tip of the sword drew a semicircle before leaving the ground and sweeping across Algernon.

Algernon then raised the long sword in his hand and blocked the giant sword.

Amid the huge metallic explosion, the members of the research team who were watching from afar all covered their ears.

After several rounds of fighting, the protective plate on the back of the magic mecha suddenly burst, and air waves poured out from the gaps in the armor.

The tall mecha suddenly lost its balance and knelt on one knee, relying on the giant sword for support to avoid falling down.

Master Freeman, along with a large group of research members, quickly gathered around, and hurriedly opened the hatch to check on the safety of the Imperial Princess.

Fortunately, there was no damage in the cab. The little mouse took off his latex suit and climbed out. He couldn't contain his excitement, "It's much better than last time!"

Freeman was also extremely happy. In the last test, the magic mecha could only walk and jump, and its fighting movements were like a lumberjack.

Once the movements are too complicated or the amplitude is too large, it will lose balance and fall over. After several adjustments, the problem was finally solved and technical combat can begin.

Sword Saint Algernon, who was helping with the test, shook his head slightly and said, "You're still far from it. You can only use half of your combat skills. If you really encounter a high-level warrior, you won't even be able to touch the corner of their clothes."

The little mouse was not discouraged at all, and said happily: "That means I can at least withstand the beating. I can't lose if I can't touch the corner of the clothes. If I touch the corner of the clothes, my opponent will be in trouble!"

Algernon was suddenly speechless. The external armor of the magic mecha was made of high-alloy armor made in Freeman's alchemy room. Even ordinary high-level extraordinary people would find it difficult to break it.

Only an eighth-level warrior holding a legendary sword has the ability to break through defense.

But the magic mecha's thousand-pound sword does not need any magic power to bless it. When it is swung, it weighs ten thousand pounds.

If you touch a high-level extraordinary being, you can easily cut through their protective magic, split their flesh and blood body in two, or simply smash it into meat paste.

While they were talking, Freeman had already found the cause of the problem. His face turned pale as he said, "The metal rod of the hydraulic transmission is broken. I have used the strongest magic metal in the empire, but it still cannot support the movement of the magic mecha."

"With the current materials, there is no way to make further progress unless the weight of the mecha is greatly reduced, thus reducing its combat power."

The little mouse shook his head and said, "That won't work. The magic mecha costs 100,000 gold, and it must at least have a high-level extraordinary combat power. If it can only be a mid-level level, then it loses its meaning."

Freeman nodded helplessly. The Empire's current way of transcendence already had complete initial and intermediate awakening potions. As long as the transcendents reached the threshold, they did not need to wait for natural awakening. They could have the opportunity to be promoted by spending money.

If the number of low-level extraordinary people is large enough, it is not impossible to mass-produce mid-level extraordinary people.

However, mid-level extraordinary people do not have awakening potions to stimulate themselves. If they want to advance to a higher level, they have to rely on their own efforts.

His magic mecha is intended to use alchemical technology to allow low- and middle-level extraordinary people to have high-level combat power without having to be promoted to high-level.

The thirty-five-thousand-ton magic mecha, except for the armor part, requires extremely high-end metals for the mechanical and driving parts. The empire's top alloy materials have been used. Even a small piece of it requires a high-level alchemist to magicize and refine it for a year or two.

Even so, the long-term high-load combat is still too much for these metals to withstand. Just a slight crack can make the power of the entire mecha scrapped.

The little mouse looked at the lying magic mecha and thought for a while, "Actually, there is no need for such intense exercise. Since I can't touch the opponent with the sword, I can use other methods instead."

Freeman's train of thought had not yet changed, so the mouse could only prompt: "Do you remember Denise's musket stick?"

This was Freeman's masterpiece when he was young. Of course, he remembered it very clearly. He frowned and said, "But such a weapon can only deal with low-level extraordinary people and mortal armor, and cannot kill high-level extraordinary people."

The little mouse smiled and asked, "Have you ever heard of pointed tungsten core armor-piercing bullets?"