In the empty hall, a fleet of warcraft lay idle.
Some appeared to have been stored for a long time. Unfortunately, Su Ziyu did not find the interstellar spaceship he wanted; instead, he saw quite a few silver-white drop pods here.
"This base cannot maintain interstellar spaceships," Empress Isabella said, seemingly guessing what Su Ziyu was thinking, turning her head.
No problem for ten or twenty years.
But if it's several decades or even a hundred years, even the best interstellar spaceship would be close to being scrapped without dedicated maintenance.
Su Ziyu noticed one thing when it came to robots, mainly synthetic technology; the Wasteland Plane might be slightly more advanced than this planet because the synthetics made by the academy were practically indistinguishable from humans on the outside. Of course, other technological aspects were not comparable to this planet; the gap was still quite wide.
In the spacious hall.
