"This time, I'll definitely get what I want."
"Not to prove anything, but to tell everyone that I can do it."
In the real world, inside a private room at an internet café.
Luo Baode stared at the computer screen before him, his eyes resolute.
To ensure nothing could go wrong, he had specifically rented a top-spec computer with maxed-out internet speed and hardware.
He had even activated several accelerators and support programs.
For no other reason than one thing: securing a reservation slot.
18:57
18:58
Holding his breath, Luo Baode gripped the mouse and fixed his gaze on the chat group.
Messages were scrolling rapidly.
Everyone in the group was eagerly awaiting the release of this batch of slots.
Then, a message appeared.
"The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor has enabled group mute."
"Is it coming?"
Luo Baode's breathing quickened.
Then one of his accelerator programs disconnected, and a notification window popped up.
Right afterward, the screen went blue and the computer restarted.
Was the Machine Spirit greatly displeased?
Luo Baode froze for several seconds before letting out a shrill cry.
"No!!"
Everyone in the internet café turned to look at him, pity on their faces.
How many times would a man have to be toyed with and abandoned by women, toyed with and abandoned again, to let out such a miserable scream?
Inside the private room, Luo Baode stared at the restarting computer, all strength leaving his body as his life turned gray.
Macragge needed its Regent. Why was fate treating him so cruelly?!
By the time he remembered he still had his phone and fumbled to pull it out, a minute had already passed.
He clicked the reservation link sent by the group owner, only to find that the reservation count was already 150/150.
Once again, he had narrowly missed that absolutely real game.
"The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor has disabled group mute.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "No!! Why are you doing this to me?! The people of Macragge need me, the Imperium needs me! Why?!"
I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "Old Thirteen, what happened to you this time?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "I didn't get a game slot. At this moment, life has lost all color."
"+1"
"+1"
"+10086"
"."
The chat group was filled with sorrow, with everyone who had been too slow to claim a slot spamming messages.
Hardcore Bro: "Huh? No way, it was pretty easy to get one. How did none of you manage it? Were you not trying hard enough?"
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "[Bolter firing at heretics.jpg]"
Damo Guyan: "Getting a slot was easy as long as you had hands."
Erlong Gang Leader: "Damo, are those even human words?"
"."
Messages flew through the chat group.
Qin Yun watched for a while, then stopped paying attention.
He got up and headed to the harbor to inspect the repairs on the Imperial Glory.
Tyreen Hive City's situation was already critical.
They needed a few rounds of orbital bombardment to suppress those traitors and let them know what they were dealing with.
When Qin Yun arrived, the harbor was exceptionally busy.
All kinds of machinery rumbled loudly.
Industrial Servitors moved back and forth, using hydraulic mechanical arms to transport heavy materials.
The survivors had been organized to carry out maintenance work on the Imperial Glory under the guidance of several Tech-Priests.
Several experienced naval officers were training the players and newly recruited sailors.
They were striving to teach them the basics of starship navigation and the operation of various systems in the shortest possible time.
As Qin Yun walked past, people along the way saluted him.
Qin Yun nodded repeatedly in response.
He walked up to the chief repair supervisor—Tech-Priest Jackdo.
Tech-Priest Jackdo hurriedly set down the Data Slate in his hands and saluted him.
"Honored envoy of the Omnissiah, welcome."
"How are things progressing?" Qin Yun asked.
"Progress is currently going well. It is estimated that the Imperial Glory will be ready to set sail in just 36H:25min."
"You've done an excellent job." Qin Yun nodded, sparing no praise.
Tech-Priest Jackdo said humbly, "All of this is the Omnissiah's wisdom. We merely follow His guidance."
Qin Yun turned to look at the Imperial Glory.
The Lunar-class Cruiser was like a magnificent city.
Its metal hull was its towering city wall.
Its raised antennae and turrets formed its skyline.
The enormous guns along both sides of the vessel, along with statues over a hundred meters tall, made people feel insignificant.
"It's time to let those traitors know the price of betraying the Emperor."
Qin Yun's heart was filled with anticipation.
He could hardly wait to give the rebels a little shock.
Of course, he also wanted to experience orbital bombardment for himself.
He had only ever played with it in games before. Now he could finally try it for real.
Meanwhile, the players were also preparing for the upcoming surface battle.
After receiving that interest-free loan, Dora Workshop's factory rapidly expanded production.
Several assembly lines began operating at once, producing Tomorrow Type I and Tomorrow Type II Exoskeleton Armor.
Qin Yun bought most of the output with Contribution Points to equip the army formed from the locals.
"Can you do custom orders?"
After touring the factory, Little Fatty looked at Dora expectantly.
"That's a bit difficult." Dora frowned.
"We can negotiate the price."
"Tell me what you want first."
"I want a few AT Walkers from Star Wars, fitted with several multi-barreled Bolters and Las-cannons. It'd be best if you could put a main cannon on their backs too."
". No problem. Sure."
Dora paused after hearing Little Fatty's request, then nodded with a serious expression.
"How about I build you two Imperator-class Titans too? They'd look more imposing that way."
"Then equip them with Hell Missiles and giant cannon batteries, the kind that can flatten a mountain with one shot."
"You can make that stuff too? Seriously?" Little Fatty gaped at Dora in shock.
"More than that. I can make Gundams, Death Stars, Phase Engines, Droplets, and Two-dimensional Foils."
". Bro, are you joking?"
"Weren't you the one joking first?" Dora rubbed his brow.
"Do you really think I'm that blue, round character from anime who can produce anything you ask for?"
The AT Walker from Star Wars, also known as an all-terrain armored transport, stood 22.5 meters tall.
Give that thing two arms and it could be used as a Knight Titan.
This lousy factory would be doing amazingly well if it could make Exoskeleton Armor, and he wanted to build mechs?
Little Fatty: "."
"Fine, I was asking too much. Then can you improve the firepower? Add a shoulder-fired cannon or a Chainsword or something."
"You could consider our Tomorrow Heavy Armor Type III." Dora took out a design draft.
The Type III had a different design philosophy from the previous two models. The earlier models balanced firepower, defense, and mobility.
The Type III sacrificed mobility to improve its firepower and defensive capabilities. It moved slowly, but its firepower was fierce.
It was also larger, standing five meters tall.
"It's good, but I want even more firepower."
Little Fatty was very satisfied after examining the Type III design draft, but he was still somewhat dissatisfied with the firepower.
"That can be done, but its endurance will drop, and it'll rely more heavily on logistics," Dora said.
"Forget everything else. Give us firepower and defense only. We'll figure out the logistics separately." Little Fatty said, "I'll talk to Blood Pigeon later and have them find a way to airdrop batteries and ammunition to us on the battlefield."
Dora nodded. "All right. Tell me what you want added, and I'll see whether it can be done."
After two days of work, Dora and his subordinates modified five Heavy Type III Exoskeleton Armor units according to Little Fatty's requirements.
They increased firepower and defense by sacrificing mobility and endurance.
To ensure battlefield survivability, Dora also installed an additional Deflector Shield system.
It could use an Electromagnetic Deflection Matrix to redirect kinetic weapons and energy beams.
Once deployed on the battlefield, its savage firepower and outstanding defense would be enough to destroy any enemy.
Its endurance was terrible, though. It could be called a three-second battlefield hero.
After inspecting the five sets of Exoskeleton Armor several times and confirming there were no issues, Dora notified Little Fatty to come collect them.
PS: AT Walker,
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