The crowd stared blankly at Barrett Walk, who was completely different from the reserved impression he had given earlier. Yes, it was a domineering presence! A single sword strike, and the destroyer robot, previously perceived as invincible in their eyes, was effortlessly swept aside by Barrett Walk without any suspense. The look in their eyes as they gazed at Barrett Walk became inexplicably strange.
"You are the smartest group of people among humans, caught between imbecility and madness. So, I can forgive any strange temper, but your current mood is not just strange, it's dark! I'll forgive you this time, but if you dare to resort to any underhanded tactics again, no matter how significant your role may be, I will kill you. I will not expose myself to danger." Barrett Walk calmly sheathed the sword of life and death under his back. The robot under his feet constantly emitted small electric arcs on a circuit board, and the gun attempted to move, but was smashed to pieces under Barrett Walk's foot. Then, he lifted his head and looked calmly at the person on the operating table in the distance. His actions at that moment must have been very handsome. If there were any infatuated girls here, they would surely scream and cheer loudly! But who made Barrett Walk enjoy showing off his handsomeness now!
The old man absentmindedly put down the surgical knife in his hand, then, ignoring the comforting words of those around him and not even noticing the sarcastic and scattered machine parts on the ground, ran to Barrett Walk's side. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Barrett Walk was filled with fanaticism, yet he appeared somewhat girlish, a far cry from his previous arrogance.
Barrett Walk felt somewhat creepy under his gaze, really wanting to slay the old man with a sword, but that would definitely provoke the discontent of the large group of people in the War God Academy. He then said in annoyance, "What do you want?"
"Is that sword of yours the withered sword that grew in the Sword Mound?" He kept rubbing his hands, his eyes filled with an urgent look, almost being mistaken for a thug.
"So what if it is?" Barrett Walk immediately guessed what he was thinking.
"Can you let me have a look?" At that moment, he no longer had the domineering demeanor from before, but seemed like a child begging his mother to buy him a lollipop.
"No!" Barrett Walk didn't know what consequences would arise from handing the withered sword to this man. Of course, Barrett Walk was not afraid, but thinking of the death aura in the sword of life and death, it would probably cause serious consequences for these ordinary people.
"Let him have a look. It won't make you pregnant. Don't be so stingy! We fulfilled your request just now! It's just that you didn't fulfill yours, and also caused such a bad result!" This group of professors acted very childishly, making excuses and bargaining.
"You let him have a look!" Benjamin Blake quickly winked at Barrett Walk, apparently in his eyes, as long as he pleased this professor-level person, then everything would be smooth sailing in this internal courtyard.
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"I said no, and that's final!" Barrett Walk was annoyed by the harassment, roaring and instantly quieting the crowd, then said, "I think you should know the reason you couldn't see the sword before. Now that it has matured, you probably shouldn't see it even more! I'm not being stingy; it's just that there may be unforeseeable consequences. I can't bear that responsibility!"
After Barrett Walk explained this, the professor-level people blushed with embarrassment, as if they were naughty children caught stealing candy by their parents. Barrett Walk sighed with relief as he looked at their expressions, glad that this group of people were not unreasonable. Then, looking at the scattered robot fragments on the ground, he thought of the mecha course offered at the War God Academy, and how he had been forced into the Mecha Academy by Dianus Leo. Perhaps there were more mechas in this internal courtyard! With that in mind, he said to the crowd, "How many generations have your mecha research reached here? Maybe I can help! But the condition is that I need to have a good talk with them!"
At this moment, Napoleon Leo faced Barrett Walk with a more subdued demeanor than before. However, when Barrett mentioned mechs, he immediately regained his composure and softly said, "Even if the entire federation's technological capabilities were combined, we could only produce first-generation satellite-track mechs at best. I dare say, if we cannot solve the issues of energy and power source, mechs will never be able to undergo rapid upgrades. Our laboratory has already surpassed the federation's intermittent technological advancements in mech power technology."
Barrett nodded in agreement. Technological development is progressing rapidly, but there is always a fundamental issue - energy. Three years later, someone proposed a new research direction to address the power source issue, but no matter how impressive the efficiency of the engine becomes, even if it reaches around seventy percent, it is a remarkable feat. The utilization rate of electric motors may reach sixty percent, but the horsepower provided is far inferior to that of the energy engine. Despite increasing the energy engine from thirty to around seventy percent, the tortuous path taken to achieve this can be likened to traveling from Earth to distant star systems and the cost involved could cover the entire Earth. Nevertheless, due to energy issues, the power still cannot meet the requirements of mechs, as mechs have limited space and carry limited energy.
"Have you ever considered using nuclear energy as a replacement?" Barrett Walk asked indifferently.
"Nuclear energy! Can you infinitely shrink a nuclear reactor?" he scoffed in disdain.
"Have you considered that this nuclear energy is different from previous nuclear materials?" Inertia of thought is a common human trait, which is why there is the saying that an outsider sees things more clearly. An anecdote illustrates this point well - for example, the problem of packaging soap on a production line. Some of the boxes cannot fit the soap, which affects the market reputation when the time-space box is put on the market. The meticulous American and Japanese businessmen and large factories will research the issue and invest in building a sorting machine to pick out the empty boxes. On the other hand, the small bosses in Chinese factories will buy a large electric fan to blow the empty boxes away, and also cool down the workers. So, Barrett Walk does not blindly trust authority. He knows that there are things that these professors and experts do not know. By raising these points, he not only aims to regain the strength of such a large army, but also hopes to use the research in this inner courtyard to upgrade the federation's machinery universally, thereby increasing the chances of facing extraterrestrial creatures.