Achievements must be earned at critical moments
The two veterans attached the three largest Melta Bomb to the weakest welding point of the door.
If Priest Kallen were here, he would definitely scream and rush over to stop this blasphemous act.
The yield of these three bombs is enough to melt half of the precision instruments in the control room into molten iron.
But Fu Haoran doesn't care.
How to break the door made by Adamantium if it is not strong enough?
If the instrument is broken, it can be repaired, but Titan can't hold it, waiting to be beaten?
"Exploded."
A dull explosion sounded.
The hot orange Melta flow spurted out like magma, with enough heat to melt through the Contemptor Dreadnought side armor, and burned a crack in the Adamantium door.
Fu Haoran took a step forward, held Power Sword with both hands, and slashed down, breaking open the door.
At the moment when the door was broken, three blue plasma beams shot towards Fu Haoran's chest accurately.
Several crew members in the control room showed joy for a moment, then froze.
It was clearly hit, how could it be okay?
Is our Plasma Pistol an inferior product?
Big question marks appeared above their heads.
Fu Haoran didn't give them a chance to continue thinking, and strode in with Power Sword.
Fu Haoran didn't kill them. These mortals are still needed to control Titan.
The control room is much larger than imagined.
The towering dome is covered with luminous pipelines and holographic screens. In the center is a completely black Neural Iron Throne, which is the heart of Emperor-class Titan.
Herad is sitting on the throne, with more than a dozen silver-gray neural interfaces wrapped around his body like blood vessels, deeply inserted into the back of his head, spine and limbs.
There are seven other people in the control room, all of whom are the core crew of Titan.
Wearing uniform black uniforms, they stood in front of their respective consoles, no one moved.
There was no screaming, no yelling, not even another shot.
Herad slowly raised his head, with no look in his eyes.
"You don't think you can win this way. God's machine will never fall into the hands of traitors."
As soon as he finished speaking, the first gunshot rang out.
A female technician at the console put the pistol to her temple without hesitation and pulled the trigger.
Blood splashed on the cold screen, dripped down the console, and stained the prayers engraved on it red.
Then there were the second and third calls - among the seven crew members, no one surrendered or begged for mercy.
As if they had made an appointment, they shot themselves in the head one after another and fell to their posts.
In the end only Herad is left.
He looked at Fu Haoran with a cold, thousand-year-old smile on his lips, "You broke through the door, but you will never get it."
He raised his hand that was still connected to the neural interface and pressed the red button on the armrest of Neural Iron Throne, "I have started the Machine Spirit self-destruction program. In one minute, Omnia's Glass, along with all of you, will be reduced to ashes."
After saying that, Herad put the pistol against his temple.
"Bang."
His head tilted and his body tilted and fell.
The neural interface wrapped around his body was disconnected at the same time, and it hung down with sparks.
Silence.
The scene was deathly silent.
Immediately afterwards, the entire Titan shook violently.
The piercing siren tore through the air, and all the screens turned dazzling red at the same time. Huge countdown numbers jumped on every screen: 57, 56, 55----
"Warning! The self-destruct program has been activated! The energy core is overloaded!"
"Warning! All systems are offline urgently! The core is about to melt down!"
"Sir! Get out!" Ronan roared and rushed over, trying to pull Fu Haoran away, "It's still too late to run away now!"
Fu Haoran shook his head. "It's too late, Emperor-class Titan exploded, and hundreds of kilometers around will be affected. We can't escape at all."
Fu Haoran looked up at the cold Neural Iron Throne.
There is only one way now.
He immediately exhaled System Panel and glanced at the column with the number Universal Points: 115000.
[Neural Iron Throne forced synchronization permissions, required number of Universal Points: 120000]
The difference is five thousand points!
Fu Haoran's brows suddenly frowned.
In the Heavens War I just experienced, in order to bring back the entire space colony, I spent most of the Universal Points on assimilation. In addition, I spent a lot of money on bringing back a large amount of crystal mines. The remaining Universal Points was spent on a fully automatic production line comparable to STC.
"Fuck!" Fu Haoran cursed in a low voice and glanced at the control room distractedly, "There are still five thousand points left, where can we get it?"
"It's time for you to go."
A cold voice suddenly sounded from the corner.
Lucifer walked out of the shadows, his dark green robe glowing in the dim light.
She glanced at Ronan and the others, and said in an indifferent tone, "We don't have enough time, so we can only take a few people in the control room with us."
Fu Haoran suddenly remembered that Lucifer, as his half-personal maid, had a mechanism to save him at a critical moment.
Obviously this mechanism is activated.
Fu Haoran glanced at Lucifer, then looked at the countdown jumping on the screen: 42, 41, 40----
If we leave now, we can only take away a dozen people like Ronan.
The remaining several hundred brothers will be buried here, and I will be buried here again before liberation, along with the Titan that I won with so much hard work.
"No, it's not time to leave yet." Fu Haoran shook his head, "I want to try again."
Lucifer didn't advise.
She had already made up her mind to take him away by force at the last second.
As for the rest of the people, she won't care.
People have to pay for their own arrogance.
Then she saw Fu Haoran taking off his helmet and walking towards her.
"Do yourself a favor and cooperate with me."
Lucifer:?
Before Lucifer could react, Fu Haoran took a step forward, put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and kissed her.
Lucifer froze instantly.
For the first time, a blank look appeared in her always cold eyes, and a large amount of garbled code suddenly poured out of her thinking module that was originally running smoothly.
[Calculation error, unknown physiological response, logic module overload]
Lucifer's pale cheeks turned an extremely strange light pink color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ronan was dumbfounded and almost dropped the Bolter in his hand to the ground.
His first thought was: If Tychus were here, he would definitely take out a recorder and record this scene and play it on a loop for a lifetime.
Second thought: Should I turn my back?
Ronan finally chose the third option and continued to stand still, but moved his gaze to the ceiling.
Fu Haoran kissed for two seconds, released his mouth, frowned and muttered, "There is no trigger reward? There are still some conditions? Do you need to stick out your tongue to establish a deeper bond?"
Just when Fu Haoran was about to lean in for another wet French kiss, a cold system prompt suddenly sounded in his head:
[Ding! Reincarnator detected and completed hidden achievement: Phaeron’s Kiss]
[Achievement description: A true warrior who dares to face the death gaze of Necrons and dares to kiss the female Phaeron who has lived for 60 million years. Congratulations on completing a feat that has never been done before or since]
[Achievement reward: Universal Points 50000 points]
[Get the curse of Phaeron: Young man, you are very brave. Are you signing a contract with me? Are you ready? This contract is very long.]
Fu Haoran ignored the last line.
His eyes are only focused on Universal Points 50000 points.
"Sure enough, it's just as I guessed. As long as you complete the incredible feat, you will achieve the achievement. Why is this Universal Points a bit too much?"
"Forget it, don't care about this, just kissing an old woman, what else can you do to me."
Fu Haoran Click [Confirm Payment] on System Panel immediately.
Universal Points number deducted successfully.
Neural Iron Throne Forced sync starts.
Fu Haoran stepped up the steps and sat on Neural Iron Throne who still had the body temperature of Herad.
More than a dozen neural interfaces immediately wrapped themselves around his body as if they were alive, and sharp metal needles penetrated the connection between the back of the brain and the spine.
Severe pain instantly spread throughout the body, but Fu Haoran did not stop.
An indescribable huge spiritual torrent rushed into his brain.
Fu Haoran saw the birth of this Titan, saw it following the Emperor in the galaxy, and Volcano Cannon smashed Gargant of Orks.
The memory was mixed with anger, glory and pride, rushing towards his consciousness like a tsunami.
An old and majestic voice roared deep in his soul, carrying a thousand years of power. "Mortal! How dare you tarnish the Emperor's hammer! I would rather turn into ashes than surrender to you!"
The mental shock hit his consciousness like a heavy hammer. Blood flowed from the corner of Fu Haoran's mouth, and his eyesight turned black.
The countdown on the screen is still beating: 5, 4, 3----
"I spent 120,000 Universal Points and you still dare to be so arrogant. Just do it!"
Fu Haoran tried his best to stamp his will on Machine Spirit's core like a red-hot iron.
"I don't need your approval, I don't need your surrender, I just need you to be obedient!"
The countdown has stopped at 2.
All alarms go off at the same time.
The red screen turned to a soft light blue.
Titan, which was shaking violently, stabilized.
Machine Spirit's roar stopped abruptly.
Silence.
Then, a low and respectful voice, with warmth for the first time, sounded in Fu Haoran's mind, "Commander, I'm waiting for your order."
The cold system prompt sounded again:
[Congratulations to Reincarnator for completing the emergency main mission: Hunt the God-Machine]
[Mission goal: paralyze/capture Emperor-class Titan Omnia's Glass, completed]
[Task reward: Universal Points 500000 points: Special copy key: Machine Spark×1]
Fu Haoran slowly opened his eyes.
He took a deep breath and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
More than a dozen neural interfaces pulsed slightly on Fu Haoran's body, completely integrating his soul with the steel Colossus.
Fu Haoran feels that his heartbeat is synchronized with Titan's engine, and every pump of blood is accompanied by a pulsation of energy.
Fu Haoran can feel the wind blowing through the armor, see every corner within a hundred miles, and hear every gunshot on the battlefield.
Fu Haoran became Titan.
Titan became him.
"Sir?" Ronan asked tentatively, "Succeeded?"
Fu Haoran was about to speak when his pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw through Titan's optical sensor that densely packed Drop Pod were falling like raindrops in the dark sky. There were at least five thousand Drop Pod, trailing orange-red tail flames, falling rapidly in the direction of Titan.
Iron Warriors Kland couldn't sit still at all.
This was Emperor-class Titan. Let alone being snatched away, even if it was damaged, he didn't dare to imagine the consequences.
"Gene-Father will definitely kill me!"
Thinking of Primarch's moody temper, Kland broke out in cold sweat.
"Titan must be taken back. As long as we can take it back, there is still room for redemption."
All channel communications were suddenly forcibly accessed.
Kland's cold and angry voice covered all frequency bands. "Fu Haoran! Do you think you can take away my Titan by killing Herad?! It doesn't matter if the captain dies, I will personally be the new owner of Omnia's Glass!"
"All Iron Warriors obey the order and take back the God's Machine at all costs!"
Drop Pod hit near Titan, and the hatch popped open at the same time.
Iron Warriors wearing Terminator Armour rushed out, carrying Bolter and Chainaxe, and charged crazily towards the giant.
Fu Haoran looked at the dense swarm of "ants" under his feet, with a sneer on his lips.
Kland has staked all his elite troops on recapturing Titan, and his flagship should be an empty city now.
Fu Haoran opened another channel. "Teacher Dantioch, your opportunity has come. I leave it to you to seize the flagship."
The other end of the communication was silent for a moment, and then there was a hoarse cough. "Already on the way."
Fu Haoran's thoughts moved.
The main weapon "Hellstorm" type revolver on Emperor-class Titan's arm was raised and began to fire.
This kind of weapon can instantly kill all targets smaller than Warlord Titan. Using it to fight Space Marine is like using an anti-aircraft gun to fight mosquitoes.
Fu Haoran deliberately avoids direct attacks. If Gene-seed is damaged, he will feel heartbroken.
Fortunately, the explosion aftermath of the revolver cannon is enough to kill one Space Marine.
High-explosive bombs exploded in the densest areas of Iron Warriors, and flesh, flesh and armor fragments fell like raindrops.
Iron Warriors Terminator, who was just killing Genestealers, turned around and was blown to pieces by a bomb cannon.
The Terminator Armour they were so proud of was thinner than paper in front of the firepower of Emperor-class Titan.
The rebels who had been charging madly just now became the targets of massacre in an instant.
Kland landed on Titan's shoulders, looking at the hellish scene in front of him, trembling with anger.
He never imagined that the two thousand elites he had brought so hard would be crushed by his Titan, and they could not even hold on for a minute.
Five thousand Drop Pod and two thousand Iron Warriors elites could not even touch the edge of the control room in the face of Emperor-class Titan's firepower.
At this moment, Dantioch's hoarse voice came from the communication channel. "Kland, I accept your flagship.
"How is that possible?!" Even Kland, who is Adeptus Astartes, has his brain shut down at this moment.
In fact, when Fu Haoran and Emperor-class Titan were fighting each other, Dantioch was not idle either.
After learning that all the rebel forces had been sent to the ground, he immediately activated the portal in the fortress and jumped into Kland's flagship.
Kland wants to go back, but how can there be any transport machine that can withstand Emperor-class Titan's offensive to pick them up?
Kland stood on the shoulders of Titan, looking at the burning flagship in the sky, and at his subordinates who were covered by his own firepower.
My whole body was numb!