After dealing with the power of faith, Lynn turned his attention to another batch of items in his ring.
With a wave of his hand, a pile of metal constructs appeared out of thin air in the open space of the laboratory.
Two magic-powered mechs stood eight meters tall, their bodies forged from silver-gray alloy and painted with the rebel army's insignia.
The missile launchers on their shoulders still had their racks attached, but the compartments were completely empty. The laser cannons mounted on their arms drooped slightly, while the energy shield generators on their chests still bore traces of battle.
Beside them stood a magic-powered tank, larger than the mechs and covered in even thicker armor. Its main cannon had a terrifyingly large caliber, and the barrel was engraved with the words "Imperial Military Industries."
There was also a magic crystal cannon, a magic-powered ship, a shield emitter, several individual energy weapons, a few detectors, and more.
Lynn walked over and reached out to pat one mech's leg armor.
The metal felt cold and hard, producing a dull echo when he knocked on it.
He circled around to the mech's side and found the entrance to the cockpit.
The hatch was tightly sealed, with a palm-sized display showing the words "Identity Verification."
This identity verification was not difficult. Analysis was not limited to the Wizard system; it could handle technological systems just as well.
Lynn teleported directly into the mech, intending to experience what it felt like to pilot a "Gundam," only to discover that he had been overthinking it.
"Damn... this thing was built entirely around goblin proportions."
He tested the cockpit's space. When he sat down, he could not even straighten his legs. His shoulders were wedged against the walls, and even turning his head was difficult.