"Boss, I ran away a few, but I couldn't catch up."
Tychus came over carrying Power Hammer.
Fu Haoran glanced at the figure disappearing at the entrance of the tunnel in the distance, curled his lips, and was a little dissatisfied.
People are indeed greedy. Even if the current results are gratifying, Fu Haoran still wants greater results.
The recycling work at Ronan has also been completed.
"Sir, Gene-seed recovered 167 pieces."
"Mark Type 4 Power Armor, 89 sets can be assembled directly, and about 32 sets need to be overhauled."
"Iron Cavalry Terminator Armour, I can get one set in good condition, one set can be used, and the remaining two sets need to be overhauled and a large number of parts need to be added."
"In addition, there are 182 Chainsword, 207 Bolter, and Plasma Pistol----"
Ronan's voice still had no fluctuation, as if he was thinking about shopping Manifest.
But Fu Haoran's gaze had already passed over the hill-like pile of trophies and landed on the Contemptor Dreadnought kneeling in the ruins not far away.
This stuff is real hard currency.
It was indeed the standard equipment of the legion in the 30K era, but in 40K ten thousand years later, it was the holy relic that could break Chapter's head.
Ultramarines is rich enough?
The entire Chapter doesn't even have a functioning Contemptor.
Fu Haoran is stroking his chin and thinking about how to repair this baby. It would be great if it could be transformed into his own exclusive car.
It's a pity that Tech-Priest Kallen's voice is like a basin of cold water being poured down on me.
"Sir, it is conservatively estimated that it will take 10 years to repair this Contemptor. In addition, this is the estimated cost."
Kallen handed over Data Pad with a faint green light.
Fu Haoran glanced at it and was stunned.
The long string of zeros at the end of the price list made his eyes hurt.
"I've only seen so many zeros in bank balances." Fu Haoran's lips twitched, "This price is enough for me to buy three Adeptus Arbites and Castigator!"
"Your Majesty." Kallen's mechanical prosthetic eye flashed with an innocent red light, "The core system of Contemptor Dreadnought has the same origin as Cohort Cybernetica Robots, and the atomic shield generator is the core secret of Machine Cult. The parts are all made by hand, so the cost is natural.
High. And----"
He paused and his tone became more difficult. "Even if we repair it, there is still no suitable driver. Dreadnought Mech can only accommodate the dying Space Marine. You have no one who meets the conditions."
Fu Haoran then realized that this seemingly serious problem was actually very serious.
You can't just grab someone now and chop off their limbs and stuff them in, right?
He subconsciously glanced at Tychus next to him.
Tychus shuddered suddenly and took two steps back. "Head! I'm warning you! Even if I die, I won't enter that iron coffin."
"What are you thinking about?" Fu Haoran rolled his eyes at him, turned to Kallen and said, "The old rule is to use Wetware, but this time we will upgrade it and use the neural tissue template of Space Marine."
"This----is theoretically possible, but our technology cannot create such a high-precision Wetware!"
"You don't have to worry about the technology, just prepare as I told you." Fu Haoran waved his hand without further explanation.
Kallen's heart skipped a beat and he secretly glanced at Fu Haoran's back.
Could it be that we are going to use forbidden artificial intelligence?
I hope I'm overthinking it.
Kallen is really worrying too much.
Fu Haoran Where does artificial intelligence come from?
Fu Haoran just wants to make a remote control version of Dreadnought. Although he has no independent consciousness and cannot be too far away, the advantage is that he does not have to sacrifice his own people. It is equivalent to taking a mobile Gun Emplacement and a bodyguard with him.
No matter how you calculate it, it's a bloody profit.
The relaxed atmosphere came to an abrupt end when they reached the temporary morgue.
Bodies were covered with white cloth and arranged neatly in the open space.
The wind blew, and the corners of the white cloth lifted slightly, revealing the blood-stained Power Armor underneath.
Fu Haoran paused for a moment.
Rhodes stood at the front, holding the Data Pad in his hand until it turned white. His voice was as low as thunder. "Our veteran Space Marine was killed in the battle, 15 people."
"Old Barton was hit by a plasma shot in the chest and died on the spot."
"Little Bill had half of his head chopped off by Chainsword."
"And Jamie, Lao Hei, Tom----"
"Stormtroopers, 68 people were killed, 21 were seriously injured, and three of them may not survive tonight."
"Those who are seriously injured should have reconstructive surgery immediately to see if they can be saved." Fu Haoran said without hesitation.
"Tsk----" Priest Kallen concluded through his own thinking array that Fu Haoran's proposal was the worst plan, but he knew that Fu Haoran would not change his mind and could only execute it silently.
Fu Haoran View each corpse.
Old Barton's eyes have not yet closed, and the fierceness of the charge still remains on his face.
He squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently closed the veteran's eyelids.
"Sir, this battle loss ratio is already miraculous." Kallen comforted softly, "There are two hundred regular Iron Warriorss on the opposite side, and there is also one Contemptor Dreadnought. According to my calculations, the price originally had to be paid more than three times."
Fu Haoran didn't say anything, of course he knew.
He just felt a little uncomfortable.
In the ruins in the distance, not even a complete body of Genestealers could be found.
More than three thousand mixed-race Genestealers, all died here.
Even if Fu Haoran has always thought that "only the dead Genestealers is a good Genestealers", at this moment, I have to admit that these long-haired
The Tyranids vanguard of the claws are more loyal to their bullshit Four-Armed Emperor than many mortals are to the Emperor.
Without them holding back Iron Warriors with their lives, this battle would have been impossible to win.
Just then.
The sky suddenly darkened.
It's not the kind of darkness where dark clouds cover the sun, it's the kind of darkness where someone seems to have turned off the sun directly.
Fu Haoran looked up suddenly.
Aboard the rebel flagship.
Kland punched the podium, and the countertop made by Adamantium was directly hit with a spider web-like crack.
"Waste! Cassius is a complete waste!"
"Two hundred Iron Warriors! Four Terminator! One Contemptor! It was defeated by 50 Space Marine and mutant rats! I should have thrown him under the cannon of Dantioch!"
There was silence in the command room.
All the officers lowered their heads, not even daring to take a breath.
They have never seen Kland so angry.
After five full minutes, Kland's breathing gradually subsided.
The rage on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a cold calm that could freeze the blood.
This kind of calm is more terrifying than any rage.
He turned around and looked out the window, looking at the Titan transport ship "Cradle of the Gods" hovering quietly in space, with the Trident emblem of the Silver Legion sprayed on the belly of the ship.
"I didn't want to use it so early, but they forced me."
"Send the order and release Emperor-class Titan!"
"I want to see with my own eyes that Shardenhold, along with that damn Fu Haoran, turn into cosmic dust."
Over Schadenhold Fortress.
A huge hole was suddenly torn open in the thick cloud of acid mist.
It's not blown by the wind.
It was pushed open by something from the inside with brute force.
The clouds rolled to both sides like a torn wound, revealing the dark space behind.
A huge shadow fell from the cracks in the clouds.
It didn't fly down.
It was smashed down.
Emperor-class Titan "Omnia's Glass" dragged a long plasma tail flame, like a falling meteorite, hitting the ground.
Everyone raised their heads.
Everyone has forgotten to breathe.
Only then did they understand what the five words Emperor-class Titan meant.
Boom!
Emperor-class Titan's legs landed, the earth trembled, and dust filled the sky.
When Emperor-class Titan stood up, a giant more than 60 meters tall rose from the ground, carrying a towering Gothic Cathedral on its back.
The sunlight was completely blocked, and the earth fell into a strange dusk.
"Boom!!!"
Titan's left foot took the lead, emitting a low roar that penetrated the bone marrow.
This sound is not heard with the ears, but felt with the bones.
Everyone's teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and their internal organs seemed to be grasped by a big invisible hand.
The rock shattered like glass, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading in all directions.
The gravel and dust were shaken so much that they jumped half a meter high, suspended in mid-air, and did not fall for a long time.
The 30-meter-high guard tower in the distance collapsed like a building block without even a groan.
Then, the right foot touches the ground.
There was another deafening roar.
The walls of the fortress began to shake violently, and the bricks on the walls fell.
The tempered glass of the observation platform creaked under the load and was covered with dense cracks.
Titan slowly raised his head.
On its shoulder armor, two giant bolt cannons resembled two hills.
The missile nests on the back are densely packed, like a honeycomb.
The left arm is a giant Power Fist that can punch through the fortress wall with one punch, and the right arm is a Volcano Cannon.
"It's over."
Dantioch's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
None of the more than thirty loyalists Space Marine behind him spoke.
They are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles, but at this moment, there is only despair on their faces.
"Give the order." Dantioch closed his eyes, "Abandon all outer defense lines, everyone retreats to the inside of the fortress and prepares for street fighting."
No one refuted.
Because they all know they can't stop it.
Power Station On the roof of the ruins.
Fu Haoran and Tychus stood side by side, looking at the slowly moving steel mountain peak in the distance.
Fu Haoran was stunned. All he wanted to say now was, "Can't you afford it?"
Fu Haoran remembers clearly that in the original history, the rebels Emperor-class Titan were put into use one year later. Now it has only been three months of fighting, and the rebels have taken it out.
Is this something you can't afford?!
Tychus Cigar, which was held in his mouth, fell to the ground at some point.
He was silent for a full three minutes before speaking with difficulty, "Boss, I take back everything I said before. We can't defeat you. We really can't defeat you."
"With one kick, that thing can crush all of us into a pulp."
"I know." Fu Haoran's voice was calm.
"Then what are you waiting for? Run!" Tychus said anxiously, "Get into the tunnel, it can't find us! Wait until Imperial Fleet comes!"
"It can't run." Fu Haoran shook his head without looking away from Titan, "Its first shot will hit the power core of the fortress. If the fortress is gone, Void Shield will be gone."
"Void Shield is gone, the rebel fleet in orbit will blow the entire planet into scorched earth, and then it will be useless wherever we hide."
Tychus cursed and scratched his hair irritably, "What should we do? We can't let eight hundred of us go to Titan with Bolter, right?"
Fu Haoran looked meaningfully at Tychus, who secretly cursed, "Damn it, I'm just joking."
Just then.
The cold system prompt sounded in Fu Haoran's mind without any warning.
[Emperor-class Titan unit detected: Omnia's Glass]
[Threat Level: S+]
[Warning: This unit has the ability to destroy the entire fortress at once]
[Trigger emergency main task: Hunt the God-Machine]
[Mission goal: Destroy or paralyze Emperor-class Titan Omnia's Glass within 72 hours]
[Task reward: 1. Universal Points number 500000 points: 2. Special copy key: Machine Spark×1]
Fu Haoran's eyes suddenly lit up.
He immediately clicked on the description of Machine Spark.
When he saw the sentence "Theoretically, it can be connected to any mechanical creation, as small as a Bolter, as large as a Battleship, and transformed into a mechanical life form", a picture flashed in Fu Haoran's mind.
This is not the picture of Warhammer World.
It's Pearl Harbor from 2K World.
The ship Missouri Battleship with the hull number BB-63 was moored quietly on the blue sea, with its nine 406mm main guns pointed at the sky.
What if----what if that old Battleship could become a Emperor-class Titan?
Fu Haoran's mouth couldn't help but evoke a crazy smile.
It's not a forced smile, it's not a forced smile, it's the kind of smile that comes from the heart, as if you've discovered a great treasure.
Tychus looked at him and suddenly laughed, and took a step back in fright. "Tou? Are you okay? Are you really scared by Titan?"
"I'm fine." Fu Haoran shook his head, the light in his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
"Then why are you laughing?" Tychus looked suspicious, "You don't really have any bad ideas, do you?"
"It's not a bad idea." Fu Haoran turned his head and looked at Tychus, the smile on his lips getting bigger and bigger, "It's a good idea that allows us to have our own Titan."
Tychus was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Fu Haoran didn't explain. He just raised his hand and pointed at the god-like Emperor-class Titan in the distance.
"Tychus." There was an unprecedented excitement in his voice, "What do you think if we snatch that thing away?"
Tychus:"???"
He looked into Fu Haoran's eyes to make sure that this man was not joking.
He swallowed and said with difficulty, "Boss, I think--we should first consider how to survive today."
"Survive today? No! We're going to do something big."