WAAAGH!!!

The Mad Doks grabbed neural enhancement devices resembling magnetic storm coils and cackled as they stabbed them into Black Iron!

More than a dozen neural enhancement devices were embedded in his head and spine, making his eyes roll back.

But after rolling his eyes, he quickly recovered, his gaze filled with longing for battle.

A Mad Dok waved a finger in front of Black Iron. Black Iron opened his mouth and bit the Mad Dok's finger right off.

The Mad Dok let out a miserable howl, then said to Three Hands with complete calm:

"The patient's emotions are stable. The operation was a success. Just remember to eat some light food while recovering!"

Three Hands waved a hand, and several Mek Boys stepped forward, carrying Black Iron into the Stompa's chest cavity and connecting the neural cables to him.

Once the connections were complete, Three Hands and his crew moved throughout the Stompa, checking equipment and starting the engines!

Although this Stompa was Three Hands's proud masterpiece, he did not dare pilot it.

The neural feedback produced by such a massive body could fry his brain outright!

And he did not want neural enhancement surgery either. Just thinking about such huge steel rods being shoved into his brain made him feel pain.

So he handed the task of piloting the Stompa to Black Iron, while he remained part of the crew inside, responsible for keeping the Stompa running.

At that moment, Three Hands stood atop the central control console, with a heap of gauges and display screens before him.

After glancing over the instruments, he picked up the microphone and shouted:

"Boiler room! What are you dawdling for?! Get the boiler running already!!"

In the lower levels of the more than fifty-meter-tall Stompa sat a massive engine, surrounded by several