Outside the porthole was the vast universe.

A closer look reveals a cluster of tiny points of light against the vast, deep background of the universe.

These points of light maintained a certain distance from the Earth, closely following the human fleet.

"Dimensional Strike Ship..."

Tao Yuda's voice suddenly lowered.

“Don’t forget,” Lü Yongchang sighed softly, “the core of the painting is still nearby.”

"We don't know when the idyllic countryside it talks about will appear before us."

"We don't even know what attitude those so-called pastoralists have towards us!"

"In this kind of environment, without powerful weapons as a guarantee, how can we develop other technologies with peace of mind?"

After a brief silence, Tao Yuda and Cao Liangcai turned around and looked intently at the holographic projection in front of them.

However, the helplessness and bitterness in their eyes were so intense that they seemed about to overflow.

As for Lü Yongchang, he sighed inwardly and said in a deep voice.

"The magnetic field shield generation unit has given me some inspiration for new weapons."

"Our plasma weapons have always existed only in the form of plasma bombs."

"Its power is strong enough for a Level 2 civilization, but it is clearly insufficient for a Level 3 civilization."

"Times have changed."

"Thanks to the precise control of the magnetic field."

"Further development of plasma weapons can finally be put on the research and development agenda."

"Plasma Cannon, a powerful shield-breaking weapon for close-range combat."