Standard War Armor

"Get your heads in the game. Your minds are as naïve and childish as the slugs of GeKa Star. You call yourselves intelligent lifeforms—aren't you ashamed? Do you have any brains at all?"

"Do you know how to launch synchronized attacks? Do you know how to work as a team?"

"You think having technology means you don't need teamwork? Are you full of shit? Bring a Top-Tier Armor Master here, and I'll have ten thousand legion soldiers fire on him at once. Tell me, does he die, or do I die?"

"Has peace lasted so long that legion warfare has become too distant for you?"

"Have you ever seen a top-tier expert destroy a well-trained top-tier legion all by himself? Huh?"

Lan's unrestrained roar blasted through the radio into every team member's ears, deafening them.

In the high-altitude training ground before them, one hundred thousand Mech Warriors were undergoing collective drills. Their formations were incomparably orderly as every Mech Warrior trained their fundamental combat awareness.

The hundred thousand Mech Warriors were scolded into speechlessness.

"Now train freely by squad. In the next assessment, whichever squad gets the lowest score will sing 'Mom Is Great' together in public. When new war armor is issued in the future, the lowest-scoring squad gets theirs last. Our team only wants the best. Anyone who admits they're trash can get the hell out right now."

Lan put away the team communicator, descended from the sky with Red Crab, and headed toward the research base where Chen Mo was.

The boss usually stayed in the laboratory or research institute, and Lan had no idea what he was tinkering with. But Chen Mo possessed the complete technology for the Space Connector and the Space Curvature Spaceship, something Lan could not help but admire.

After spending this time