An Ork Gork Titan advanced through the wasteland, this massive moving metal can dragging hundreds of slaves behind it on countless steel cables.
This was Lin Fan's solution. Delia was responsible for operating the Titan, Lin Fan for negotiating with the Orks, Joseph would pose as a slave, and the remaining Third Company soldiers would have to squeeze into the transport bay.
"Damn it, who touched my ass?"
"Whoa, whose hand got inside my armor?!"
It was terribly crowded below, and the situation in the cockpit was no better.
Delia sat in the chair, while Lin Fan could only barely lie across its backrest, his head sticking out beside Delia's shoulder, right in front of a loudspeaker.
Lin Fan was deeply troubled. He had assumed an Ork cockpit would be spacious, but the chaotic wiring and all manner of bulky equipment made it impossible for him to stand in the cramped space.
As for Delia, she was disappointed as well. After hearing Lin Fan's plan, she had immediately begun modifying the Titan. Without even stopping to rest, she had forcibly turned the spacious cockpit into a narrow, crowded space.
Fortunately, she had seen plenty of Ork armor before. Her modifications were almost identical to the Orks' style, with no discernible differences whatsoever—not even to Lin Fan.
She had originally imagined the Machine God's avatar being forced to sit on Delia's lap, or Delia sitting on the Machine God's lap. Just thinking about it had been thrilling.
Yet he had ended up lying across the back of the chair. The only thing she could feel was the warm breath from Lin Fan's head...
Good, but not quite good enough.
Next time, she definitely had to pack it completely full. There should be no room left except for this seat.
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