"So that's how it is." Malin internally disapproves of Sostak No.3's capitalist practice of exposing secrets, but he can't deny the allure of North America's eighteen-month warranty.
After some griping, Sostak No.3 acknowledges the effectiveness of these shells, thinking that even if the Chaos Folk pull out their armored units, they wouldn't be invincible; it's just that once they do, it's astonishing.
"So you're suggesting that besides this, we should also create steel needles?" Malin thought for a moment: "No way, Chaos Armor might not even be afraid of the high penetration depth of steel needles. We also need to engrave holy glyphs on the steel needles."
"What are you talking about?" Sage Zhao expressed that he was hearing gibberish.
Malin asked Sostak No.3 to explain to Sage Zhao, who, after understanding what steel needles are, showed some interest: "Lord Malin, perhaps we can make some."
