Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Your Excellency, are your workers really going to be okay?" the Healer looked towards Malin, asking with some concern.

Malin nodded in response, "Trust me, sir, humanity that has embarked on the industrial path fears nothing."

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Recently living in the Science Academy, the elven ambassador gazed thoughtfully at the mechanical body before him—when exactly had humans progressed to such a terrifying extent?

The Firearm that could shoot without the need to pull back a bolt had a range far surpassing that of the elven longbows.

The cannon, capable of destroying all unprotected targets within an area of 100 square meters, had a rate and range of fire far quicker and more distant than that of elven Mages.

Now they had developed these large mechanical bodies; although they had cockpits and required the pilot to expose half of their body to operate them, looking at the four-barreled large shotgun fixed to its left arm, elves couldn’t imagine how terrifying it would be in close combat—even the most skilled Sword Dancers wouldn’t want to get close to it.

And on its left arm was a Flamethrower.

Fueled by a tank on its back, it had a range of up to one hundred meters. It had two modes: one spewed direct flames, while the other sprayed fuel to be ignited by something else—like a rocket.