A Man's Dream Is a Giant Mech!

"How's it going? How much longer until it's fixed?" Leman Russ sat in the conference room, his fingers drumming incessantly on the tabletop.

"I'm afraid it will take some time. The machine spirit is very chaotic right now and needs more appeasement," the Adeptus Mechanicus priest, clad in a crimson robe, said coldly.

"Can't it be faster? The Emperor's mission cannot be delayed." Leman Russ's expression was somewhat grim; this was not good news.

"We need more priests to appease the machine spirit, and more servitors."

The Adeptus Mechanicus priest stood up, revealing a body composed entirely of mechanical structures, including multiple mechanical legs and tentacles.

Even the air faintly carried their unique scent of machine oil.

"Where is Francis? Did he find any locals?" Leman Russ asked the Adeptus Custodes beside him.

The usually stern-faced Adeptus Custodes' face turned somewhat flushed. "He... he... he... he is unifying this planet."

Adeptus Mechanicus priest: "???"

Leman Russ: "???"

"This is an Ork planet. He's impersonating an Ork, starting with the leader of a small camp, and constantly warring with other camps."

"He's already ruling half the planet's Orks!"

The Adeptus Custodes' face was turning purple. The words themselves were normal, but put together, they were truly heretical!

A Primarch, daring to infiltrate an alien's ranks.

If they hadn't received orders to protect Francis at all costs, they would have already charged in to eliminate the heretic.

A deathly silence fell over the room, broken only by the faint mechanical grinding sounds from the Adeptus Mechanicus priest.

The priest noticed a key point and said with trembling, crackling static, "Excuse me, can Francis truly disguise himself so well? Then he could use Ork technology?"

The priest suddenly appeared beside the Adeptus Custodes, his spider-like mechanical ocular implants scanning for any flicker of emotion on the other's face.

Even though the Adeptus Custodes tried to conceal it, the priest saw through it.

"Great Omnissiah! Look what I've discovered!"

"Someone has mastered Ork technology! Lord Francis must return to the Adeptus Mechanicus with me!"

"He must belong to the Adeptus Mechanicus!"

Upon receiving confirmation, the Adeptus Mechanicus priest descended into madness, as if infected by a cybernetic virus.

Just as the priest was about to rush out, Leman Russ grabbed him and roared, "He belongs to the Emperor!"

"Even if you go to him now, you can't return to the Adeptus Mechanicus."

"However, if you fix the machinery quickly, once we complete the Emperor's mission, perhaps we can ask the Emperor to let Francis accompany you."

After hearing Leman Russ's analysis, the priest finally lowered the energy weapons from his dozen mechanical hands.

"You make sense." The priest rushed out in a flurry, likely to frantically appease the machine spirit.

"Sigh~ What a bunch of lunatics!"

Leman Russ sighed, silently repenting in his heart. Francis, don't blame me, this... is all for the Emperor.

On this plain, two colossal behemoths slowly emerged, standing like ancient beasts in the center of the battlefield, each representing the honor and might of two Ork tribes.

"Achoo~"

Francis rubbed his nose and muttered, "That's weird, I haven't met any females either?"

He sat inside the cockpit of a Mechanical Giant.

This Mechanical Giant possessed a pair of impossibly large iron fists, their surfaces covered in thick, steel scales. Its body was constructed from sturdy alloy, exuding a cold metallic luster.

Opposing it was another Mechanical Giant, its arms ending in massive chain-axes, the teeth glinting with cold light. Each slight tremor seemed to leave a whistling sound in the air.

This Mechanical Giant belonged to the enemy tribe, and its pilot was also an Ork—Ador. The tuft of orange mohawk on his head made Francis find it quite amusing.

As Francis unified the Eastern Hemisphere, a Waaagh! had also emerged in the Western Hemisphere, led by an Ork.

Now, he just needed to defeat the opponent to unify this planet.

"What is your Waaagh?" Francis's eyes flashed with fervor as he waved his subordinates to stop shouting.

At the same time, Ador also waved his hand and roared, "I will conquer this planet, then keep killing and killing! Hahaha!"

The Orks beneath Ador heard their leader's "Waaagh!" and all let out excited howls.

"Waaagh~"

"Waaagh~"

"..."

"Tsk, I thought you'd be a worthy opponent, but now it seems you're not." Francis pursed his lips upon hearing the other's objective.

The Orks under the opponent immediately became agitated and roared, "Then what is your Waaagh? Boss is the best!"

"Yeah! Your Waaagh isn't just hot air, is it?"

"Hahaha~"

Ador clearly raised his head proudly, indulging his subordinates in slandering the opponent.

"Heh! Killing is nothing! After unifying the planet, I'll build a super giant. Then I'll go challenge the entire human planet alone."

As soon as Francis finished speaking, the Orks on the opposite side all lowered their heads in shame.

And the Orks belonging to Francis immediately cheered.

"Waaagh~"

"Waaagh~"

"..."

Ador roared in extreme anger, and two Mechanical Giants activated simultaneously. The ground seemed unable to bear their weight, emitting a low rumble.

"Kill kill kill!"

Francis gripped the control stick tightly. His Mechanical Giant took heavy steps, each one accompanied by ground tremors, as if the earth itself was shaking.

The Mechanical Giant on the opposite side was not to be outdone. Its chainsaw began to rotate slowly, emitting a heart-stopping hum, like a predator about to strike.

"For the Horde!" Francis roared. His Mechanical Giant suddenly accelerated, like a moving mountain, charging straight at the enemy.

The Mechanical Giant on the opposite side did not retreat either. Its chainsaw swung, carving silver trails through the air, accompanied by a sharp metallic grinding sound—the trumpet of battle.

The two Mechanical Giants collided instantly. Iron fists and chainsaws met with a deafening roar, sparks flying like two stars colliding fiercely in the universe.

Each blow was accompanied by a massive impact, tearing through the surrounding air. Dust and debris were kicked high, forming dust storms that obscured the sky.

Although Francis's Mechanical Giant was huge, its movements were surprisingly agile. It used the hardness of its iron fists to constantly seek opportunities.

The opponent's Mechanical Giant, relying on the sharpness and high-speed rotation of its chainsaw, attempted to cut through the defenses of Francis's Mechanical Giant.

The two Mechanical Giants exchanged blows, neither giving way.

Francis's Mechanical Giant would sometimes leap, smashing down on the enemy with the force of Mount Tai; other times, it would quickly retreat, dodging the fatal blows of its opponent's chainsaw.

Each clash was accompanied by tearing metal and flying sparks, with the air filled with a strong smell of burnt metal.

The wounds on both Mechanical Giants grew, but they still stood firm, as if supported by endless rage and an iron will.

Finally.

Francis found a flaw in his opponent's defense.

With a sudden burst of power, his iron fist struck the opponent's Mechanical Giant's chest with the force of thunder. With a deafening roar, the opponent's Mechanical Giant staggered back several steps from the blow, its chainsaw temporarily out of control.

Francis seized the opportunity and attacked again. His iron fists struck repeatedly like lightning, each blow landing precisely on the opponent's weak points.

The opponent's Mechanical Giant finally could not bear the strain. With a dull thud, it collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

The battle was over.

Francis's Mechanical Giant stood on the battlefield like an undefeated god of war.

The surrounding Ork warriors also stopped fighting, raising their weapons and letting out deafening cheers.

"Waaagh~"

"Waaagh~"

"..."

On Prospero.

Magnus suddenly opened his eyes, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He muttered to himself.

"I've gotten stronger again? Why are the prophecies in my dreams coming like they're free?"

It had only been a little over half a month since he last dreamed of his coronation, and now he had dreamed of Horus's betrayal again!

And Horus had even gestured at him, looking extremely angry!

"No wonder Father chose me, so that's why!"

"No, why did he betray me?"

"Could it be that my prophecy is inaccurate!"

"Should I wait a bit longer?"

Magnus wavered between belief and disbelief until he suddenly slapped his thigh, as if he had understood.

"So that's how it is! It must be because Father called me back to inherit the Emperor's position, that's why he betrayed me!"

"As long as I refuse Father's offer at that time, I believe Horus definitely won't betray me!"

"I see!"