Quack--It's an Emperor-class Titan's Jade Foot Kiya!

On the desolate ruins of Cole's Ruins, a figure covered in blood, with only two pieces of sheet metal covering his body, was crawling away into the distance. This unfortunate fellow was none other than Luojia.

If it were Sanguinius, who was covered in artistic fungi, he might have been quite moved by the ancient ruins covered in Cole's Ruins, and might even have painted a couple of oil paintings to record this beautiful moment.

But Luojia just wants to rest right now.

Since that morning three weeks ago Luojia displayed his might, picking up the Catachan Demon Claw and defeating the so-called Giant Mountain Super Power Overlord, he has entered Hell difficulty mode, being climbed or crushed like a dog by Mordred's Emperor Titan.

Luojia can defeat Giant Mountain Super Power Overlord, after all, Jingba Mushroom is ridiculously cheap to produce, practically a one-time consumable, but she really can't beat Titan, the name of the Machine God isn't for nothing.

Then someone might say, "The Titan is the Son of the Emperor, a limited-edition figure with such high prestige that even the Four Gods would fight over it. How could a mere Titan possibly be no match for him? Great Angel can even solo Warlord Titan."

Then let me ask you, is Centaur Malcador still classified as a "mere" mortal? Why didn't his Primarch think about beating up this old Bitden?

Is it that they don't want to? Clearly, they can't win.

Anyone who asks this question will have the Assassinorum come to their house for coffee tonight, and they'll even give them a "mere mortal" a generous gift. Ogryn knows that the Emperor is both powerful and cunning, and that Malcador both cunning and powerful.

Don't let Malcador's skinny appearance fool you; he's one of the top-ranked Psyker in the Empire. When he gets going, he might be more destructive than Mordred. Smashing a dog's head with his cane is no joke.

You should know that Psyker are just called "magic warriors" in other words. The most powerful ones can crush planets without any problem. The only problem is how to ensure they don't go insane first when crushing a planet.

Similarly, the reasons why Sanguinius was able to solo Titan are too complex. She knew she wouldn't die, so she played recklessly. Even if the facts are clear, she relied on her large wings to charge at high speed and destroy the cockpit to become MVP.

In the current Imperial Great Crusade, most of the Titans deployed on the ground battlefield are flexible, agile, and easy-to-deploy Titan such as the Sword-class and Dire Wolf; warlords are the most common.

War isn't an exhibition. You'll only find those jealous, price-gouging red-robed Mechanicus, and those beautiful, sweet-voiced, and exceptionally dedicated "welfare girls" who want to take photos with you. You'll have to go to an apocalyptic battlefield to find them.

After all, the battlefield is all about logistics. Don't underestimate the Dog Tank just because they're not Titan. In the Forge World where Atlas can create Titan, 80% of them are modified versions of the Dreadnought.

Above that, the Emperor-class Titan, which Atlas monopolized transportation, only produced 27 units, and those were jointly built with other legions; 8 of them belonged to Atlas.

It's important to know that every Emperor-class Titan is worthy of being recorded in history and has its own family tree. Mars may have a hidden Firebee Swarm, but these 27 Emperor-class Titan bearing the mark of the Atlas Hive Manufacturing General Bureau are enough to make Mechanicus green with envy.

Besides, if a regular soldier saw Emperor-class Titan on the battlefield, he wouldn't be happy; a new recruit might even cheer.

The experienced veteran had already written his will and was holding the nameplate in his mouth.

My only wish is to leave with a complete corpse. As for returning with everything intact, forget about it. In an apocalyptic battlefield, the average survival time for a mortal support vehicle is less than 15 hours.

It's not uncommon for planets to explode in the end; it would be a disservice to the warship wreckage that crashed on the surface if no parts were left behind.

Perturabo was bombarded by Dire Wolf for three days, and his mind was completely muddled. Using Emperor-class Titan for Luojia to play a battle royale game, even if she had some of the qualities of Golden Word Envoy, would be a waste of her talents.

The result was obvious. Luojia, who had crushed the Giant Mountain Super Power Overlord, felt incredibly awesome. She decided to capture the leader first and attacked the Titan under Mordred's feet.

Moreover, Luojia, who had already gained extraordinary wisdom from accidentally eating mushrooms, even activated her Super Brain Super Brain, which told her to use her Super Strength to hit her on the head!

"Yes, we should go for the head. If Thor had known that the purple sweet potato demon would be killed by beheading first, he wouldn't have become a fat, gluttonous Big Stomach Bag."

Who is Thor anyway? Never mind!

With this belief in mind Luojia began her extreme micro-management, sometimes moving up five centimeters, sometimes performing a Thomas Flair, comparable to a certain unnamed transport captain.

Even Atlas, watching the live Live Broadcast, couldn't help but admire her agility, which allowed her to Serenity pursue the "Most Agile Dog-men Climbing Competition in the Mountains" trophy.

But after Luojia dodged all the CIWS fire and finally climbed to the Titan's head, she discovered it was just a decoration.

Then Mordred, who was watching the show, humiliated the Little White boy.

"Are you stupid? Let me tell you, the old men in the Department of the Munitorum wouldn't understand. The head is just for decoration. My Titan cockpit is inside my belly. Atlas technology is the best in the world! Hehehe."

Wait, did you scratch my Titan's windshield? You bastard, this is my brand new Titan!

The thought of being thrown off the Titan and repeatedly trampled on made Luojia tremble uncontrollably as she huddled in the pit. She ate a mushroom to calm her nerves.

Since that experience, Luojia has come to terms with reality. It was only because the ground was soft that half of her body was crushed; otherwise, she would have been dead. But this experience also gave her Titan.

Mordred's maniacal laughter, especially as he manipulated the Titan to crush him while shouting, "Bring the pie, bring the pie!", was absolutely insane.

Looking at the roasted mushrooms huddled in the pit, Luojia couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. If there were outsiders present, even the extraordinary charm of the Primarch wouldn't be able to attract anyone, simply because Luojia was almost blown to bits like Vulkan.

Dressed entirely in black, clinging to a mushroom and crying her eyes out, she looked even more pathetic than that shrew with the Lion in his eyes. (You bastard, I'll never forget you!)

Ever since Luo Jia damaged Titan's windshield, Luojia realized that Mordred was petty. For such a small matter, Mordred would bombard her head with a regional attack every two hours, not letting her rest at all.

Anyone who encounters them will be Volcano Cannon. If they dare to resist, a Dog Tank and Jingba Mushroom will appear. Once caught, they will be trampled by Titan's Jade Feet.

During those 27 days in hell, Luojia underwent physical transformation at least ten times. The worst time was when he had his limbs amputated below the chest, but he miraculously grew back by eating mushrooms like crazy.

"Boom! Boom!"

As Luojia lay in the pit, she felt the earth tremble. Sure enough, less than half an hour after resting, she saw that damned Emperor Titan again. What was even more infuriating was that the inherently evil Mordred had set up a parasol on the Titan's head and started a pool party. There was Aeldari dance troupe singing and dancing on it, grilling meat while enjoying the sun, and eating ice cream.

"Mordred is still chasing me, damn it, I really want some ice cream too!"

Unfortunately, Luojia couldn't get ice cream; all she had were mushrooms cooked by plasma frying, but soon she wouldn't even be able to eat mushrooms anymore.

Looking at the mushroom in her hand, Luojia began to miss Horus more and more. At least he was an easy simp who would do whatever she wanted, while Mordred would only humiliate her.

However, what Luojia didn't know was that, having been baptized by the enhanced version of the Titan Training Method, she hadn't worshipped the gods for a long time. She spent her days chanting about beating Mordred, and had even stopped the self-torture whipping task in her daily mission.

A mere whipping is nothing compared to the torment of both mind and body. After all, if you hesitate for even a second, you might end up like this mushroom, fried into cooked meat.

"Father, where are you? Please come and save me! No, I must live."

With less than six hours left until the deadline, and soon enough to reach 28 days, Luojia felt she could no longer run away. Who knew if Mordred would keep her word? She had to break this curse.

After eating the last piece of mushroom, feeling it being digested and broken down into energy in her stomach, Luojia, now radiating golden light, climbed out of the pit.

He pointed at Titan and cursed:

"Mordred, you son of a bitch, if you've got the guts, come down and fight me one-on-one. What kind of skill is it to rely on Titan? Don't make me look down on you."

Luojia knew that he couldn't outlast the Titan on his own two legs. Only by provoking Mordred could he possibly end the game.

But Luojia didn't know was that Mordred hadn't heard what she said at all, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been angered. Mordred was indeed a son of a bitch, and Dog-men who had seen Old Thomas could testify to that.

Mordred, licking her ice cream, sat on the edge of the Titan with her offspring, staring at each other, as the other half of the trashy snacks were still waving their arms in the distance, trying to get attention.

"What is she saying? It's so dark, all I can see is a row of big white teeth."

"I don't know, but it looks like some kind of sign language. But we're not the Sisters of Silence; we'd have to ask the Adeptus Custodes for that. Should we add sign language to the recruit assessment too?"

Mordred agreed with Goff; they definitely needed to add sign language lessons to Atlas recruit training, otherwise they'd be completely lost when they encountered Sisters of Silence.

However, on the other hand, Atlas's recruit training course has already been extended to 15 years. Rather than increasing the burden, it would be more reliable to assign the Sisters of Silence a Pip-Boy to type.

"Two more days until the month is up, it's time for something big, Tom, you're the best at firing cannons, call in Orbital Bombardment."

Tom appeared instantly upon hearing his father's summons, patting his chest and assuring everyone that he was incredibly accurate and would ensure His Highness Luojia received real benefits.

"Should I remind her?" Mordred finally softened, and the others from Atlas also felt that they should indeed remind her, otherwise Luojia might really be blown up.

Looking at Mordred, who was still standing on the top of the Titan and waving to her, Luojia couldn't help but smile mischievously. She was already fantasizing about the wonderful scene of beating Mordred to her knees. She would make her pay back all the suffering she had endured during this time.

Then, Luojia realized that it had suddenly become light.

"(#°°) Cloth Beak!!"

Meanwhile, the Emperor was still on his way.