"That's natural. Nothing can be accomplished overnight, let alone such a magical artifact."

Everyone thought to themselves that such a miracle would take at least a hundred years to achieve, but the young man in front of them looked very young and probably no more than two hundred years old. Truly, a hero emerges from among the young!

It's incomparable; there's absolutely no comparison.

"The main problem is that the missiles' attack power is not enough. They are fine for dealing with the Earth Yaksha, but for the Heaven Yaksha, within the effective range they can only severely injure it, not kill it."

Fan Qiyue still frowned, dissatisfied, and said, "If it were against the Sky Soaring Yaksha, the damage would probably be even lower."

“Young man, you’ve already done a great job. Even we find the Sky-Soaring Yaksha very troublesome, let alone a magical artifact that doesn’t require human operation.”

Although the crowd was surprised by the shells, they did not pay much attention to them. After all, they believed that they should not rely too much on external resources.

Only one's own strength is the most reliable.

"Yes, and besides, you're still so young, you have plenty of time and opportunities!"

At this moment, a soldier asked with a smile, "I guess you're still young. You're being too hard on yourself. You're probably not even two hundred years old yet, right?"

"Um."

Fan Qiyue smiled and nodded, "I'm thirty-two this year, but I'm not young anymore."

"Right, I knew it..."

The soldier was speaking when he suddenly froze, his neck stiff as he looked at Fan Qiyue and stammered, "You...you said...how old are you this year?"

Thirty-two.

Fan Qiyue said with some shame, "I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to manufacture it in time all these years. It's mainly because I'm too stupid and don't learn things fast enough, which leads to not having enough time. However, I will continue to work hard in the future and strive to manufacture a more powerful weapon as soon as possible."

"Cough cough cough..."

After hearing this, the people around him were stunned and came to their senses. Afterwards, they couldn't stop coughing heavily, and their faces were complicated and they were about to cry.

"You...you shouldn't say anymore..."

The general waved his hand with a bitter face and said, "If you keep talking, we might all lose our lives."

"Um?"

Fan Qiyue frowned slightly. "I know I was indeed a bit slow, but..."

"No, you're not slow, you're too fast! You're so fast that we're ashamed of ourselves!"

The soldiers wiped the sweat from their brows and said in unison with helpless expressions, "The youngest among us is over five hundred years old. We were so proud before, but now that we see you... we suddenly feel like we've wasted our lives..."

"Well…"

Fan Qiyue hadn't expected these people to be so old. Although he genuinely felt that he wasn't fast enough, he shouldn't say anything more.

I'm really afraid that if I keep talking, I'll be seen as showing off.

However, Long Bujie's eyes were filled with a helpless smile. His little Qi probably didn't know that the most deadly kind of showing off was the subtle kind!

Soon after teaching everyone how to use the energy cannon and homing missiles, Fan Qiyue went to other places to continue distributing magical artifacts.

The front line along the border was very long, and every place needed support. Therefore, they were not all together, but fought separately.

Meanwhile, after reinforcements arrived, Ji Fanya began distributing eggs to the generals and soldiers along the entire defensive line.