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After that, Li Qinwu left the Temple of the Machine God, feeling somewhat dejected.
Although he knew a cruiser-battleship would be completed in thirty-five years, that was still thirty-five years away. It did not match his expectations.
His fleet urgently needed a powerful warship to protect it. Otherwise, that pile of rotten-fish, broken-shrimp ships would capsize the moment they encountered even a slightly larger pirate vessel!
But there was nothing he could do. Every warship completed recently already had an owner. He could hardly go assassinate someone and seize their warship, could he?
Even if he truly stopped acting like a human being and went to assassinate someone, the warship would naturally enter the auction process. It still would not be his turn.
"Could it be... time to use that thing..."
Inside his Vault, there was still a great treasure—the fragment of the Emperor's True One Armor!
Honestly, it was hard to say whether a fragment of the Emperor's Armor had any real value.
After all, it was merely a fragment of armor. It no longer had any practical use, though its symbolic significance was immense and its political implications obvious.
Perhaps certain politicians or Zealots would be willing to pay a high price for it, but that price could never be high enough to buy a warship!
Li Qinwu remembered that before the God-Emperor ascended the Golden Throne and began having his Psychic Power drained, he had personally melted down his armor and rewarded it to meritorious officers and soldiers.
It had mainly been made into Iron Crosses and given to veteran Terminators among the Astartes.
If a Terminator Armor's left shoulder bore an Iron Cross, then that cross contained a fragment of the