Evan leapt nine feet into the air, on the verge of breaking the high-jump record for Heavy Armour.
"Christina, is that really true? A hundred thousand T'au can reach thirty percent of a Blank's strength?"
"Theoretically, yes."
"??? Theoretically? So you haven't actually tested it?" Evan instantly came to his senses. You wicked woman, have you spent so long with Haituo that you've learned to conquer the world on paper, too?
Christina shook with laughter.
Uh... from Evan's perspective, a gigantic mechanical construct was shaking nonstop as though her machine spirit had gone haywire. Her mechanical arms waved in humanlike gestures, occasionally even "patting her own chest."
"What are you thinking? Do I look like someone who scams research funding?"
Evan rolled his eyes at lightning speed. You've got the nerve to say that? You've devoured plenty of resources, but your output...
Christina gently tapped a warehouse with a mechanical arm. Previously, it had housed two Centurion Warsuits.
"You sent me seven transport ships, with seven million T'au aboard. That's quite a lot," Christina said softly.
The black alloy doors slowly opened, revealing six imposing suits of armour neatly arranged on the floor.
"These are the million-strong version. For a Primaris Warrior, gathering enough... substance requires at least a hundred thousand."
Evan suffered one shock after another. Six suits! And Primaris Warriors could wear them!
His mouth hung open, leaving him speechless. He stiffly raised a hand and pointed at himself with his ring finger.
"Yes, you can wear them."
Evan recovered his wits.
"Wait, seven million T'au! How did you kill them all by yourself?!"
Christina turned away, poured another cup of motor-oil coffee, and slowly swirled it in her hand.
"Their Control Technology is very useful."
Evan began to laugh. He formed a smile, short bursts of