Inside the crater, the boiling Furnace Hell churned violently, and the raging river of fire emitted the most primal roar, like flowing flames, shaking one's soul.
Above the flowing flames, at a distance of thirty to fifty meters, an interstellar warship with an unknown alloy surface slowly hovered.
The warship was entirely silvery-white, with smooth and flowing lines, exuding a strong sci-fi texture, akin to a meticulously polished sword, standing upright within the crater.
From afar, the crater appeared like a beating heart, with the sword ready to pierce through it at any moment.
"Gulp!"
Wayne swallowed hard. No wonder Prussia's black tech was the best in the world—it turned out to be reverse engineering...
That's not to say, being able to reverse-engineer is also a sign of strength; many nations fail even to copy.