"What is that thing? A mecha?"
"How can something like that exist? How does a mecha that size ensure sufficient power?"
"Wasn't this disproven before? Who said developing small combat mechas was a dead end?"
The upper echelons of the Native Civilization were practically in an uproar.
Because of individuals' pursuit of power, every civilization would encounter similar issues at some stage of its development.
For example, the Native Civilization had also entertained various concepts and even conducted experiments regarding the need for individual armament.
But in the end, science had rejected the path of miniature combat units.
It was not that miniaturization had no future. It was simply that on the scale of space, bigger was better, firepower was truth, and caliber was justice.
A super battleship and a personal mecha, both built purely through science—put them together, and even if the latter's numbers increased a thousandfold or ten-thousandfold, they would still be cannon fodder.
With the same resources, the result could even be a complete crushing victory.
Never underestimate a civilization's research system. They had already screened every possible path.
Given the same laws of physics, technological routes would naturally tend to converge.
But... no matter how scientific something was, it could never feel as real as seeing it with one's own eyes.
The big-name researchers temporarily brought in to fill the positions were all rendered speechless.
They could explain science and reason to these barbarians, use ten thousand theories, countless model simulations, and immeasurable past experience to tell them it was impossible.
But one sentence could instantly destroy them: "Why can the enemy do it?"
That was right! When Mecha Knights were already running rampant, you were telling them it was impossible? Then what was right in front of them?
Leon led his team in clearing away