Beside the Heaven Dou Academy carriage, Lin Ya was quite satisfied as he watched his firearms display their tremendous power.
"Not bad, not bad. If just the Hanyang Rifle and wooden-handled grenades have this much power, wouldn't the Type 95 Rifles and Type 82-2 stickless grenades in my New Interception Sect be even stronger?"
Although he had a general sense of his firearms' power, weapons like these could only truly demonstrate their might on a real battlefield.
At Lin Ya's side, Xue Beng was equally excited. Watching the Royal Knights show off their might, he felt proud by association.
"Lin Ya! You're fucking amazing! Do you have any more guns? Get Ning Zun and me a couple too. We'll go over there and blow off a few heads to show you!"
"Guns?" Lin Ya rummaged through his Soul Tool. "I still have an AK and a rifle. They're yours."
"Really?!"
Holding the AK and rifle, Xue Beng and Ning Zun had stars in their eyes.
All these weapons had been developed by Lin Ya. Though calling it development was a stretch—whenever he encountered a problem he couldn't solve, he simply went into the inner landscape to ask about it.
"Unfortunately, at level 70, I can only ask about things like pistols, artillery, and grenades. If I could get tanks and planes made..."
After giving it some thought, Lin Ya hurriedly shook the dangerous idea from his head.
Questions asked in the inner landscape came with backlash. It wasn't that he couldn't get the answers—he simply couldn't afford the price.
"But if I can raise the Fenghou Strange Gates soul ring to a 200,000-year ferocious beast-level soul ring, perhaps... the backlash might be lessened."
Lin Ya thought of a certain fat man and little boy again...
Even a Titled Douluo probably