Chapter 1607: Chapter 123: Emergence, Prototype (First Update)

Nuonuo’s eyes were filled with guilt.

In the burst of inspiration just now, she was solely focused on designing blueprints, neglecting the most essential elements.

This instantly halted the enthusiastic atmosphere that had just sparked in the tent.

Alva and Isaiah paused for a moment, then both showed encouraging smiles.

To be able to help the White Armor Clan like this was already very moving for them.

In their eyes, this intention was more precious than any gift.

So, they both prepared to comfort the young girl.

"You have done very well, so next... let me continue."

However, at this moment, a gentle voice interrupted their chance to speak.

Nuonuo’s big twinkling eyes had just blinked, when she felt a warm hand hold her left hand.

This warm embrace directly gave her immense confidence and calmness.

"Mu Fan..."

Mu Fan looked at the girl’s bright face and blinked gently.

This small gesture instantly calmed the girl, sweeping away all negative emotions.

"Oh? Brother Mu, what insights do you have? Could it be that Miss Nuonuo’s plan can still be executed?"

Isaiah’s deep voice sounded, and he could see that Mu Fan was not speaking without basis; the confidence in his eyes clearly showed he was well-prepared.

"Yes." Mu Fan nodded, looking at the blueprint on the wooden table. He picked up a pen dipped in red ink and began sketching according to the image in his mind.

Obviously accustomed to the projection operations of the Light Computer, he rarely had the opportunity to write, causing Mu Fan’s wrist to be a bit stiff as he started drawing, his movements precise like a soldier about to go into battle.

This action instantly made the girl cover her mouth and laugh softly.

"Let me do it."

Mu Fan looked at the girl awkwardly and, biting his lip, said, "Mistake."

Then his muscles tightened!

Ghost Energy filled his mind, instantly entering an extremely calm state.

At this moment, Mu Fan was free from distractions.

Mu Fan demonstrated what machine-like precision sketching was with his superior muscle control ability...

Nuonuo’s lips quickly went from being pursed to an O-shape.

A rough-lined image appeared before them.

Compared to the mech construction diagram Nuonuo had just drawn, what Mu Fan drew...

Was nothing like humanoid armor anymore.

It looked more like a cut-off human vehicle.

But as Mu Fan continued to draw, scattered armor components appeared on the bark paper.

One, two, three.

Like arrow-shaped patterns magnified hundreds of times.

With spiked elbow and knee guards.

And a helmet...

It resembled the head of a Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceros.

Nuonuo’s adorable brows were already furrowed together, puffing her cheeks as she continuously surveyed the patterns in front of her, mumbling:

"This looks more like some kind of vehicle... rather than personal armor."

"What is this...?"

Alva couldn’t help but inquire.

The cold aura in Mu Fan’s eyes receded, returning to his previous demeanor. He looked at the four components on the bark paper and took a deep breath.

"This is just my thought process; it’s indeed not humanoid armor. We don’t have time for fine processing, but we can create relatively simple components."

"It still relies on manpower, but for the attack apparatus, we can use the commonly seen winch design."

Mu Fan glanced around and made a gesture.

"Like the winch for drawing a crossbow arrow."

At the mention of this, Nuonuo, standing by the side, suddenly lit up, excitedly speaking: "I understand, if using this classical design, we can entirely create a primitive power source."

"With these structures, the operator’s strength can be amplified several times!"

"And for the White Armor Clan warriors, even doubling their power makes the combat strength improvement far from just 1+1!"

As she spoke, the admiration and affection in Nuonuo’s eyes were about to overflow.

This is the man Wang Nuonuo has taken a liking to.

She knew from the beginning that he was the strongest!

Feeling the girl suddenly grip his hand tighter, Mu Fan reversed his grip to hold even firmer.

It was Nuonuo who ignited his spark of inspiration.

"My experience with cold weapon combat far exceeds that with hot weapons. Such primitive designs are very popular in the wilderness and among some Mercenary Corps, as they can ignore technological constraints and are often the most effective in extreme environments."

"About the rarity of King Bone, its application method can be refined."

As Mu Fan’s left index finger tapped a few positions on the drawing, his clear voice followed closely.

"The triangular cone is the main body of this Alien Armor, used for impact."

"King Bone can be used to reinforce the tips of the impact angles; how much can such usage support?"

Upon hearing Mu Fan’s inquiry, Alva’s eyes instantly brightened.

"If it’s for these impact angle tips, the amount of King Bone in one axe head can make at least one hundred sets!"

Also a top warrior, Alva’s thoughts instantly clicked, and he eagerly pointed to the other three wearable protective gears, "Are these three key protective pieces the same?"

"Correct." Mu Fan’s voice was calm but carried a heart-pounding thrill, "The Star Beast King Bone can be designed as the core of the impact angles, and for the other areas of the Alien Armor, ordinary Star Beast bones can be layered two or three times."

"Integrate the body’s movements with the winch design, abandoning slashing weapons."

"Convert all forms of attack to stabbing! These impact angles are all the weapons!"

"My teacher once told me."

Mu Fan’s voice naturally possessed a calming ability.

The image of a bald man who loved to laugh flashed in his mind, and an involuntary grin appeared on his lips.

"The most efficient attack stripped to the basics is power... and speed!"

One decisive word.

The tent was silent for a moment, followed by the bull-like panting of Alva and Isaiah, the two White Armor Clan warriors.

Further explanation was unnecessary because the next step was to disassemble and arrange the component manufacturing of the design drawing.

"If this succeeds," Isaiah abruptly raised his head to look at Mu Fan, "our White Armor Tribe will follow you!"

Mu Fan looked at the burly clan leader and calmly said: "This is to repay you for saving Nuonuo; it’s also my self-rescue."

"Without obstructions, I can proceed to the next plan."

"What plan?" Alva instinctively asked.

"To leave this planet."

Mu Fan’s words nearly caused the two men’s brains to short-circuit.

"Leave this prairie... the land beneath our feet... to the stars beyond?"

Alva muttered.