The Strongest War God

Chapter 62

62 Anti-Gravity Device

Braydon Neal nodded slightly. Of course, it was that one.

Quentin Hunt sneered, “Do you know where that machine is? It’s in the core building of the Academy of Sciences, yet you’re here bragging about something like this. You must have seen photos of it on the internet!”

Braydon glanced at him. In fact, he had used it for half a year.

His thin lips moved slightly. “There are five of these machines. The Academy of Sciences has two, and the other three are in the north. I’ll have one transported over by air tonight!”

Quentin did not even have time to react. Looking at Braydon’s serious face, he did not seem to be bragging at all.

Dawson Lablanc smiled bitterly. “Professor Neal, I’m sorry. We don’t have much!”

“You don’t have any financial support behind you?” Braydon asked.

At the mention of this, a freckled girl said aggrievedly, “Teacher Neal, the field of gravity research is practically non-existent in the civil field. Everyone thinks that we’re cheaters!”

Dawson had a head full of white hair, and his bitter smile revealed his heartache.

Over the years, he had shamelessly asked Zachariah Sloan to transfer the money for the equipment for his research. Otherwise, he would not even have enough for the machines in the research room.

Braydon touched his pocket and remembered that his watch was in the office drawer. He used the freckled girl Yvonne Lars’ phone and made a call.

“Xandra, send one billion dollars to Preston University!” Braydon hung up the phone after saying that.

“Professor Neal, what are you doing?” Dawson was shocked.

“The Neal Corporation has a lot of cash flow. If we invest in your Research Institute, we’ll take 90% of the profits from any patent!” Braydon stated his conditions.

“That’s too much!” Quentin’s expression was unsightly.

“Zip it. I agree!” Dawson did not hesitate at all.

He knew all too well that Braydon’s understanding of gravity was beyond everyone present.

Moreover, he had the funds and technology. If he wanted to do research, he could do it himself. There was no need to pay attention to them.

This was obviously to help them. How could Dawson not see the good and bad?

Braydon personally went up to test the equipment and upgrade it. He even saw the anti-gravity vacuum chamber built in the innermost part of the room. It was only ten square meters in size, but it cost tens of millions of dollars!

The main researchers of the research lab were envious that gravity could replace industry and become a new energy source.

“Professor Lablanc,” Braydon said, “this research can be put on hold for the time being. There’s no need to waste your time and effort.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Quentin had long found Braydon to be an eyesore.

Braydon frowned. “The earth’s gravitation is based on gravity. If you want to use gravity as an energy source, you will need an anti-gravity propeller. There’s no complete theory about this in the world. You are wasting your time!”

For scientific research, theory always came first, followed by practice.

The important thing was that there was no academic journal in the world that could completely build the components of the anti-gravity propeller.

These people in front of him had not even created the most basic academic theory. Hands-on practice was just blind-guessing, purely relying on luck.

This sentence hit the nail on the head and left everyone speechless, including Quentin.

However, Dawson had spent his entire life here, so he could not give up so easily.

Braydon’s investment of one billion was not to make them give up, but to change directions.

The anti-gravity propeller was really too difficult to reach.

“Let’s start with the most basic anti-gravity instrument!” Braydon suggested.

“Alright!” Dawson agreed.

However, it was getting dark outside, and it would take a lot of time to adjust the equipment.

A 26-meter-long heavy-lift cargo helicopter appeared in the sky. It was a giant in the sky. Its entire body was black, and the pattern on the belly of the helicopter was a northern sword!

The northern military school’s helicopter was so overbearing. It was the latest model, Sikorsky CH-53K King Stallion. It was extremely expensive to build and could transport main battle tanks by air.

Preston University’s drill ground had already been cleared. The helicopter slowly landed, and the air pressure stirred up a cloud of dust. The students in the dormitory building were all shocked and curious about what had been brought over.

As the helicopter landed steadily, the cabin at the belly opened, and two teams of 100 people landed and stood near the helicopter.

The 100 of them were dressed in military uniforms. They did not carry guns in the dark, but they carried swords at their waists.

Some of the students curiously went over to watch.

However, the leader of the group, who had short buzzcut hair and a tall and strong body, shouted, “A1 Grade escort mission, kill anyone within 100 meters!”

“Yes!”

The hundred of them drew their cold black sabers. The murderous aura from their bodies was terrifying.

However, on the east side of the field, Dawson and his team followed Braydon and went over.

“Teacher, this helicopter is huge!” Yvonne whispered.

“Of course, this is the Sikorsky CH-53K King Stallion, the latest cargo helicopter. It can drop a main battle tank on the battlefield!” Quentin was amazed. It was the first time he was seeing something like this.

They were all very curious about what the helicopter was doing!

Braydon walked straight to the door.

“Teacher Neal, don’t go over!” Yvonne exclaimed. “They said not to get close!”

Before Yvonne and the others could come back to their senses, the young leader turned around and sheathed his sword. He stood tall and straight, took a step forward, and shouted, “Quincy Lach of the sixth escort team of the northern army pays his respects to the general!”

“General!”

The hundred people gathered together in unison.

Yvonne covered her mouth and was completely dumbfounded.

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Dawson’s scalp was numb. “Zachariah, you old geezer. Where did you find this person?!”

Everyone thought that Braydon was very rich since he could easily take out one billion dollars to invest. So, he must be an extremely wealthy second-generation son.

Nowadays, everyone generally had a bad impression of the rich second-generation descendants and thought of them as hedonistic sons.

But who would have thought that Braydon would be so powerful that he was called a general!

Braydon put his hands behind his back and asked them to send the things to the research room.

Quincy and the others did not stay for long. After delivering the items, they turned around and left.

Dawson politely asked him to stay. “It’s late. Let’s have dinner and rest for the night. You can leave tomorrow!”

“The northern army will never rely on others!”

Quincy was the last to board the plane.

The helicopter slowly took off and left Preston for the north.

Dawson was stunned.

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Braydon did not explain further. The soldiers of the northern army had always been like this. They would rather sing in the rain than rely on others.

With the arrival of the A5-13 type gravity testing machine which had already been adjusted, testing could start immediately.

Dawson’s face was absolutely infatuated. It was as if he was stroking his lover as he circled the machine, looking at it.

Braydon turned on the main control computer. He was very familiar with the internal intelligent control system.

As for the anti-gravity device, Braydon had successfully made one in the northern territory.

Now, in less than an hour, he had basically done everything by himself. Except for the occasional help from Dawson, Quincy and the others were dazzled and could not fully understand many things.

After that, a piece of equipment the size of a desk was assembled.

“Teacher, is this considered complete?” Yvonne asked curiously.

“It should be very soon!” Dawson looked at Braydon.

Yvonne and the others tried to push the instrument into the vacuum laboratory.

“We can do it in a normal space,” Braydon said. “You guys record the data. I still have something to do!”