The brief conversation ended. The audience in front of the TV couldn’t snap out of it. They were trying hard to digest the shock of the interview.
Rationality guided their skepticism. But emotions, in the midst of an accelerating heartbeat, bred anticipation. Anticipation that perhaps everything said by the young man from Free Port on TV was true.
Has the Leray Federation truly given birth to an outstanding ch Knight? This happiness that seed to descend from the sky was dizzying.
In the laboratory.
Boswell stopped his work, looked at the old-fashioned television beside him, and asked, "Fatty, was that piece of network combat footage that just aired sothing you played?"
Fatty was fiddling with the engine, replying matter-of-factly, "Yeah. What’s up?"
Boswell was speechless for a mont, then praised, "I didn’t expect your skills to be so high. Combat at the front line really hones one’s abilities!"
Fatty still kept his head down, tinkering with the engine, "That’s not it. I just modified the program a bit through our program’s backdoor; even if they call a War God, they can’t beat ."
Boswell was taken aback, then imdiately got angry, grabbing a wrench, "You dare to set a program backdoor in a simulation network design?... Stay put, don’t you run!"
"... Crash bang... You’re cheating even when sparring with students!"
The flickering screen of the old-fashioned television showed Helen’s captivating smile.
After Cosmo left, Helen smiled at the cara like that for a full ten seconds. She seed to be brewing sothing. People could even see her taking a deep breath.
"cha has been a part of our lives for thousands of years already. It erged from war and beca humanity’s best partner in conquering the universe and one precarious immigrant planet after another." Helen’s voice was sweet and pleasant, as refreshing as a spring breeze.
"Just like flying cars, cha has beco a part of our daily life. Whether used for transportation, manufacturing, exploration, security, warfare, or competitive entertainnt, it’s so fascinating. Living in such a world, becoming a skilled ch Knight is almost every child’s dream."
Accompanied by Helen’s narration, the screen began to play images introducing the developnt of Leray cha and scenes of large-scale cha battles during the War for National Protection.
"And it is well known that, for various reasons, Leray’s cha prowess has always been at the lower middle level compared to other nations. Our hardware and software levels are far below those nations with deep cha roots, and even our neighbor Gazalin was once ahead of us."
Helen’s words struck the hearts of the audience one word at a ti, and at this mont, a profound sigh arose from the crowd.
"This lead is not just in cha hardware. Most importantly, Gazalin historically produced three Level 9 cha Warriors, while we have produced none. Among them, the most famous is the notorious Mythical Army’s Legion Commander Reinhardt.
This is an era ruled by cha, where a top-notch cha Warrior is a symbol of a nation’s comprehensive cha strength, capable of earning the respect of the world."
The screen started displaying one photo after another.
The main characters in these photos were all famous, well-known figures in the cha world. They were towering mountains that the Leray people could only look up to. They held high status and prestige in the world, wherever they went, they were the focus of all eyes.
Helen’s voice continued: "Before this, we could only offer our respect to those legends not belonging to Leray, directing our applause toward the exciting battles occurring millions of light-years away. Imagining a day when we could own a legend for Leray, and earn the world’s respect!"
Helen’s aningful words sparked a fla in everyone’s hearts. The eyes of every individual lit up, twinkling, as an inexplicable anticipation surged from their hearts.
"After the outbreak of the War for National Protection, Gazalin’s Level 9 cha Warrior Reinhardt led the Mythical Army to rampage across our land, leaving us with extrely painful mories."
The flipping photos disappeared, and the screen showed a silver and gold intertwining cha. This cha and its owner appeared on the network, in newspapers, and on television news. The ever-changing screen was filled with the figures of this person and this cha!
Helen’s voice was barely able to conceal her excitent: "He and his ’Apollo’ were once so insufferably arrogant, so invincible. He ca and went as he pleased, and all of this simply because he was the only Level 9 cha Warrior in these two countries!"
"Earlier, Mr. Cosmo from Free Port asserted... that our Leray has its own legend..." Helen’s voice trembled, her speed increasing. Faster even than her speed was the heartbeat of every viewer.
"I know many people find this hard to believe. So..." Helen took a deep breath, nodded to the director beside her, and loudly proclaid: "Let’s watch a real combat record from the Gazalin Capital Star zrich, to witness a legend that belongs to our Leray people!"
An image leaped onto the screen... Amidst the embrace of three chas, a silver and gold intertwining ’Apollo’ stood silently on a hill. In the breeze, the tree crowns around swayed back and forth.
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