Rushdie was checking Anton’s new weapons.
“What do you think? This should be enough to burn up that old bastard Ahmed.” Anton showed Rushdie a heavy machine gun.
The machine gun, full of magic ammo, was equipped on an armored vehicle that could be controlled from afar. “It can go up to 200 kilometers per hour. There’s a new magic device on the wheels for speed. It’s twice as fast as other tanks, so it’ll be really useful in cornering the bastards at once.”
Rushdie tried getting on the tank. “It really is on a different level from the other ones I’ve seen.”
“Huhu, the mages have been developing their magic to create much stronger tanks.”
“Do you have any air weapons?”
“I have those too. Follow me.”
Rushdie followed Anton to a flight craft in the shape of a wyvern.
“This is an unmanned fighter jet. The magic engine powers it to fly like a wyverm and attacks enemies. It can even spit mana-filled breath. You can use this for in-air battle and the tanks for on-ground battle.”
Rushdie nodded. “These are the best weapons. Amazing, Anton. You didn’t even sell nor show them to me wh...
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