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"This is rather… sharp!"

In the past half a year, the twelve experts of the Ancient Sages Sector had witnessed the warship being repaired and strengthened from a pile of garbage by the maintenance spider puppets that the warship brought with itself and the refiners of the Ancient Sages Sector.

However, when they stood in front of Weary Tooth, which was utterly refreshed and all set to go, they could still sense the coldness from the deadly weapon crafted in a modern civilization that was entirely different from the products of their era and seemed to be able to rip everything in its way apart. They could not help feeling astounded at its formidability.

Many of them were mumbling uncontrollably.