Tzeentch, May You Live to a Ripe Old Age~

Hehe.

Machine Spirit Resonance was especially suited for this place.

Hahaha, landing on a military Forge World with Titans while holding Machine Spirit Resonance—how could he not laugh?

At a time like this, even Psychic Paradox had to step aside for Machine Spirit Resonance.

Without Psychic Paradox, so what if they got a little hurt? Mass Healing Aura and Emperor's Gaze were active. Besides, they probably would not be instantly killed by a Chaos sorcerer's single attack.

Machine Spirit Resonance was only a purple perk.

Seriously, why the hell was it purple?

Just because it could be fed 100% by a gold perk?

They had directly crashed into a heavy vehicle reserve depot, with an underground Titan hangar right next to it.

How could they be this lucky—

Lin En stepped out of the Thunderhawk's hatch and turned to look at the enormous warehouse he had already scouted with the Eye of Truth.

There was no end in sight in any direction. The ceiling above was dozens of stories high, with crisscrossing steel support beams hung with rows of cranes and mechanical arms.

And of course, there were finished products.

Tanks.

Rows upon rows of tanks.

Titans.

Rows upon rows of Titans.

Fuck! A Knight figurine from Dark Source cost over two thousand. He had looked at one for ages back then but could not bear to buy it.

Official Knight data put them at around nine meters tall, while even the smallest Warhound-class Titan was twice as tall.

Around seventeen or eighteen meters, probably.

Warhound Titans were far smaller than Warlord-class Titans, and their firepower could not compare to Emperor-class monsters capable of wiping an entire city off the map.

But a Titan was still a Titan.

Even the smallest Titan could stomp a Chaos tin can flat with