Ashen Dragon-Chapter 433 - 355: Arms Race (Part 1)

In his human form, Cassius waved his hand casually.

Accompanied by the fluctuation of the Magic Web, the solid space, which even the Legendary Mage Airez found hard to breach, was torn open, revealing a portal.

Sitting on the throne, Cassius smiled and said,

"Extend my greetings to His Majesty Audis. Although the Empire stays neutral in the war, I support him as the rightful heir of Fadlan."

"Go now, as long as you pay enough gold coins, you will receive what you desire."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Naven, visibly emotional, bowed repeatedly in gratitude before stepping into the portal.

This emperor was quite fond of Cassandra!

He even expressed his support personally!

Having received greetings from the emperor, Naven Bassarius thought joyfully to himself, though he didn't know—

—Cassius only had a favorable impression of the Kingdom of Cassandra's affluent treasury and its acceptance of Fadlan's heritage.

Outside the portal, the Battlefield Wheelchair Man had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Naven arrive, he beamed, first giving a standard Fadlan bow, then warmly greeted him.

"You must be Lord Naven, right? I've heard a lot about you."

"I'm the Battlefield Wheelchair Man, the product consultant for this transaction. Please follow me."

"Alright, thank you."

"Oh, not at all, it's my duty. Here at the Klaubow Group, we always treat our customers as... um, VIPs."

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man's smile twitched slightly.

Naven felt somewhat overwhelmed by the man's enthusiasm but still nodded continuously, showing his politeness.

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man had received intelligence days earlier, knowing that this plainly dressed man was indeed Naven Bassarius, the secret envoy of the Kingdom of Cassandra.

This was indeed a rare big catch!

Or rather, an important client!

Since his successful sales pitch to the Kingdom of Thrace, earning a substantial commission, it seemed he had opened a whole new world, from which there was no turning back.

Now, he was the top product consultant at Klaubow Armament Group, leading in performance and continuing as the sales champion for multiple terms, aspiring toward the position of sales manager.

"Erezer" was so real and rich in detail.

Combat and adventure were not the only ways to play. Every player could find a suitable role.

As for the Battlefield Wheelchair Man, since he had no talent for the battlefield, he chose the professional path!

"Bang! Bang!"

Loud bangs echoed from afar, but the people around were accustomed to it. The Battlefield Wheelchair Man also led the way calmly, though Naven appeared quite curious, looking around.

This was located on the outskirts of Isdalia, where the distant Great Altar stood on a cliff.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, and in the distance, there were rows of human-shaped targets and targets on an open field, with dense craters from artillery shells on the ground farther away.

On the wide road, teams of Great Goblins marched with guns.

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man explained, "This is the Imperial Army's shooting range, not just a training ground for infantry but also our Klaubow Group's testing site for new products."

"This way, please. I'll take you to the special product testing area."

"Alright."

Naven looked thoughtfully at the Great Goblins training in the distance.

The weapons in their hands seemed quite different from those of Thrace Kingdom's soldiers.

However, he didn't dwell on it too much and followed the Battlefield Wheelchair Man up a side path to another area.

"Here we are."

"Clap! Clap!"

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man clapped his hands.

"Show our new client the group's products!"

In response, a team of Great Goblins carrying wooden boxes immediately walked up, followed by several Ogres hauling cannons.

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man turned back, his eyes burning as he looked at Naven, "Lord Naven, what kind of products are you looking to purchase this time after traveling such a long distance?"

"Rest assured, the quality of Klaubow Group's products is unmatched on the entire Fianso Continent. They'll certainly meet your needs."

Naven pondered for a moment and said, "I trust the quality of your weapons."

"After all... the weapons you sold to Thrace Kingdom caused quite some losses for our Kingdom of Cassandra."

"I need weapons that can arm ordinary men, at least to the extent that they can match the Thrace Army's weaponry. Can you provide them?"

"Oh my!"

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man clapped his hands exaggeratedly.

"You've come at just the right time!"

He gave a meaningful look, and the Great Goblins opened the wooden boxes to reveal oil-painted spears.

Naven immediately leaned in.

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man seized the opportunity and quickly said, "You might not know this, but the firearms the Thrace Kingdom received were the Enemy's Bane-III Model. Our military has long since discarded them, and the production line is about to stop making those outdated products."

"To put it bluntly, those are just the junk we had lying around in our warehouses."

"But the ones in front of you are different..."

He leaned in mysteriously and whispered, "This is our latest product—Wyvern Flame Type-I, the new king of the battlefield!"

He took out a spear from the box, skillfully loaded it with ammunition, and aimed it at a distant target.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire echoed, and a hole appeared in the forehead of the human-shaped target.

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man didn't even look at the target, just elegantly turned around, patted the spear in his hand, and began introducing it enthusiastically.

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"This is the Empire's most advanced infantry weapon, an innovative new series product—the Wyvern Flame Type-I."

"Compared to the previous series, this product creatively uses smokeless ammunition, significantly improving range, accuracy, and power. It has received high praise within the Imperial Army."

"Even the five-star general, no, the Imperial Marshal Dolores had this to say: 'If a soldier doesn't have a Wyvern Flame Type-I in his hands, then he's not a qualified Imperial Warrior.'"

"This, this is..."

Hearing this, Naven first felt a shock, then a wave of joy surged within him.

It turned out the Thrace Kingdom only got the worst, poorest quality weapons!

But he could bring back the most advanced, highly acclaimed gear from the Ashen Empire to the Kingdom of Cassandra, giving them a weapon advantage over Thrace!

One must know that the current Kingdom of Cassandra's army was on par with the allied forces of Thrace and Seleucis, evenly matched. Any minor change could tip the balance of power.

This could even turn the tide of the war!

The Battlefield Wheelchair Man's words continued, and Naven, suppressing his inner joy, listened intently to every word—though much of it was just fluff and meaningless verbiage.