Everyone present was a prominent member of the Dwarf kingdom's leadership.
But over the past two days of dismantling the tank, they had heard plenty of complaints and curses and had grown used to them.
After all, even the greatest self-control would be worn away completely by the tank's inconceivable construction and components.
But anything that could make even Balin, who had had the most contact with Great Xia, curse aloud had to be something extraordinary.
So everyone climbed up from the floor and gathered around curiously.
"What's wrong?" King Muradin asked.
Balin was clearly furious, his chest heaving so hard that he could not answer immediately.
Seeing this, the king simply snatched the CPU from his hand and extended his magic power into it.
The next second, his mouth fell open...
The construction inside the CPU was so precise that even the knowledgeable king could hardly imagine it!
Under his magical probing, all he could see were countless lines countless times finer than a strand of hair, densely interwoven.
"This..."
The king fell into a daze, and the CPU slipped from his hand.
Elder Glen eyed their reactions suspiciously. Seeing it fall, he reacted swiftly and caught the CPU.
Unconvinced, he spread his magic power into the CPU.
His face rapidly grew hot and flushed red, and then he flew into a towering rage.
"Damn bastards! Assholes!"
"Those goddamned people of Great Xia! They should all go to hell!"
"How the fuck are we supposed to copy this?!"
"We work with hammers! Tell me how we're supposed to hammer this thing out! Huh?!"
Seeing this, the other elders stepped forward to examine it.
Without exception, every last one of them broke down!
Despair appeared on every face.
They had thought the tank was already complicated enough, that all the