I'll Build You Two Emperor-class Titans!

"This time, I must get what I want."

"It's not to prove anything, but to tell everyone that I can definitely do it."

In the private booth of an internet cafe in the real world.

Luo Baode stared at the computer screen before him, his eyes filled with determination.

To ensure nothing went wrong, he had specifically rented a top-tier computer at the internet cafe with maxed-out internet speed and hardware.

He even had several accelerators and auxiliary software running.

It wasn't for anything else, just for one thing: to snatch a reservation slot.

18:57

18:58

Luo Baode held his breath, gripping the mouse tightly as he stared at the chat group.

Messages were scrolling by rapidly.

The group members were all looking forward to the release of the slots this time.

At this moment, a message appeared.

"Group owner [The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor] has enabled group mute."

"Is it coming?"

Luo Baode's breathing became rapid.

Just then, an acceleration software disconnected, and a prompt window popped up.

Immediately after, the screen turned blue, and the computer restarted.

Is the Machine Spirit displeased?

Luo Baode was stunned for a few seconds before letting out a shrill cry.

"No!!"

People in the internet cafe turned to look, their faces filled with pity.

Just how many times must one be played and abandoned, played and abandoned by women, to let out such a miserable scream?

Inside the booth, Luo Baode looked at the restarting computer, his strength drained, his life turning gray.

Macragge needed their Regent, why did fate have to treat him so cruelly!!

By the time he remembered he still had his phone and scrambled to take it out, a minute had already passed.

He clicked on the reservation link sent by the group owner, only to find the reservation count at 150/150.

Once again, he had brushed past that one-hundred-percent realistic game.

"Group owner [The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor] has disabled group mute."

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "No!! Why treat me like this! The people of Macragge need me, the Empire needs me, why is it like this!!"

I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "Old Thirteen, what's wrong with you again?"

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "I didn't get a game slot, my life has lost all color at this moment."

"+1"

"+1"

"+10086"

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The chat group was filled with sorrow, as group members who were too slow and failed to snatch a slot were spamming the screen.

Hardcore Bro: "Ah, no way, it was pretty easy to get, how come you guys couldn't get one? Are you not trying hard enough?"

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "[Bolter shooting heretic.jpg]"

Damo Guyan: "Snatching a slot, isn't that something you can do just by having hands?"

Erlong Gang Leader: "Damo Guyan, are you speaking human language?"

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The messages in the chat group scrolled by at lightning speed.

Qin Yun watched for a while before ignoring it.

He stood up to head to the port to check on the repair progress of the Imperial Glory.

The situation at Tyreen Hive City was already hanging by a thread.

He needed a few rounds of orbital bombardment to suppress those traitors and let them know who they were dealing with.

When Qin Yun arrived, the port appeared extremely busy.

Various machines were rumbling loudly.

Industrial servitors moved back and forth, using hydraulic mechanical arms to transport heavy materials.

The survivors were organized and, under the guidance of several Tech-Priests, began maintenance work on the Imperial Glory.

Several experienced naval non-commissioned officers were tasked with training the players and the newly recruited sailors.

They were striving to ensure that, in the shortest time possible, these recruits would master the basic knowledge of starship navigation and the operation of various systems.

As Qin Yun walked by, the people along the way saluted him one after another.

Qin Yun nodded frequently in response.

He walked up to the head of maintenance, Tech-Priest Jackdo.

Tech-Priest Jackdo hurriedly set down the data pad in his hand and saluted him.

"Respected envoy of the Omnissiah, welcome."

"How is the situation?" Qin Yun asked.

"Progress is currently good. It is estimated that it will take only 36H:25min for the Imperial Glory to be ready for departure."

"You have done an excellent job." Qin Yun nodded, not stingy with his praise.

Tech-Priest Jackdo said humbly, "All of this is the wisdom of the Omnissiah; we are merely following His guidance."

Qin Yun turned his head to look at the Imperial Glory.

The Lunar-class Cruiser was like a magnificent, massive city.

Its metal hull served as the towering city walls.

The protruding antennas and turrets were its architectural complex.

The massive cannons on both sides of the hull and the statues standing over a hundred meters tall made one feel insignificant.

"It is time to let those traitors know the price of betraying the Emperor."

Qin Yun's heart was filled with anticipation.

He could not wait to give the Rebels a little shock.

Of course, he also wanted to experience what orbital bombardment felt like himself.

He had only ever played it in games before, but now he would finally be able to operate it for real.

On the other side, the players were also preparing for the upcoming surface combat.

After receiving that interest-free loan, the Dora Workshop factory had rapidly expanded its production.

Several assembly lines were running simultaneously, producing both Tomorrow Type I and Tomorrow Type II Exoskeleton Armor.

Most of the output was purchased by Qin Yun with Contribution Points to arm the local militia.

"Can you do custom orders?"

Little Fatty looked at Dora with anticipation after touring the factory.

"That's a bit difficult." Dora frowned.

"We can talk about the price."

"Tell me your requirements first."

"I want to build a few AT Walkers from Star Wars, equipped with more multi-barrel bolters, laser cannons, and preferably a main cannon on the back."

"...No problem, sure."

Dora listened to Little Fatty's words, stunned for a moment, before nodding with a serious expression.

"How about I build you two Emperor-class Titans as well? Those look imposing."

"I'll equip them with hellfire missiles and massive cannons—the kind that can level a mountain with a single shot."

"You can build that stuff? For real?" Little Fatty's mouth hung open, and he stared at Dora in shock.

"That's not all. I can also build Gundams, Death Stars, phase engines, water droplets, and dual-vector foils."

"...Brother, are you joking?"

"Weren't you the one joking first?" Dora rubbed his temples.

"Do you really think I'm that blue fat cat from the anime, capable of pulling anything out of a pocket?"

The AT Walker from Star Wars, also known as the All Terrain Armored Transport, stood 22.5 meters tall.

If you slapped two arms on that thing, it could serve as a Knight Titan.

This pathetic factory was doing well just to produce exoskeleton armor; wanting to build a titan was a pipe dream.

Little Fatty: "..."

"Alright, my request was too much. Can we at least upgrade the firepower? Maybe add a shoulder-mounted cannon or a Chainsword?"

"You might want to consider our Tomorrow Heavy Armor Type III." Dora pulled out a design draft.

The design philosophy for the Type III was different from the previous two models, which focused on a balance of firepower, defense, and mobility.

The Type III sacrificed mobility to boost firepower and defense; its movement speed was slow, but its firepower was fierce.

It was also larger, standing five meters tall.

"It's possible, but I want the firepower to be even heavier."

Little Fatty looked at the design draft for the Heavy Type III and was quite satisfied, yet he still felt a bit unsatisfied with the firepower.

"It's possible, but the endurance will drop, and it will become more dependent on logistics," Dora said.

"Forget all that, just focus on firepower and defense; I'll figure out a way to handle the logistics," Little Fatty said. "I'll go talk to Blood Pigeon later and have them find a way to air-drop batteries and ammunition to us on the battlefield."

Dora nodded. "Fine, tell me what you want to add, and I'll see if it's feasible."

Over the course of two days, Dora and his subordinates modified the five Heavy Type III Exoskeleton Armor units that Little Fatty had requested.

They sacrificed mobility and endurance to increase firepower and defense.

To ensure battlefield survivability, Dora also specially installed a Deflector Shield system.

It could deflect kinetic weapons and energy beams through an Electromagnetic Deflection Matrix.

Once deployed on the battlefield, relying on its ferocious firepower and outstanding defense, it would be enough to destroy any enemy.

The only issue was the poor endurance; one could say it was a "three-second man" on the battlefield.

Dora checked the five sets of Exoskeleton Armor several times, and after confirming there were no issues, he notified Little Fatty to come and collect the goods.

PS: AT Walker,