Chapter 50: The Semi-Elder Figures of the Thune Territory
Seven days later.
254 magitech drones launched from the dwarven factory, with 746 more on standby
Each drone was equipped with a core integrated with 120 units of Magic Crystals. Every standard unit of Magic Crystal contained the energy level of a standard mage.
In other words, the energy stored in each Magitech Drone was equivalent to that of 120 fully-fledged mages.
Ordinary folks could never waste resources like this on R&D. But Romon could—he owned a Magic Crystal mine.
Romon looked up at the sky. The area once known as the Poison Swamp was, today, clear and bright, with a gentle, pleasant breeze.
The dwarven factory still spewed a massive amount of waste daily, but Romon had never bothered with the Pollution Purification Device. Ever since he threw it out there, he’d just left it in place. It ensured the area’s safety and the factory’s environmental compliance.
It was precisely because of this that Romon decided to conduct the first round of stress tests here.
Any piece of equipment destined for the battlefield must undergo rigorous stress testing. The sooner problems are found, the sooner they can be resolved. If issues only show up once you’re on the battlefield, it’s already too late.
"Lukoff, you’ll take charge. Red Team: 127 people. Blue Team: 127 people. Each side will control their Magitech Drones and face off against each other."
"My lord, do we really have to do it this way? That’ll result in a lot of—"