"No! My collection!"
"Ah! My baby!"
"Stop! Stop!"
Trazyn's screams echoed in the exhibition hall.
But Liu Zhipeng didn't listen at all.
He pressed Trazyn against a display of fine porcelain and smashed the porcelain with his face.
"These porcelains are from an ancient civilization Far East..."
"Bang!"
"I don't want to hear it."
He then threw Trazyn towards a display cabinet with a huge crystal.
"Those crystals are from the core of a Planet..."
"Wow!"
"I still don't want to hear it."
Finally, Liu Zhipeng pushed Trazyn to the ground and showed him a bright smile.
"Lao Ta, thank you for the hospitality. The C'tan Shard you have here tastes really good."
"You... you robber..." Trazyn said weakly, "I must... must make you... a specimen..."
"Next time."
"No--!"
Trazyn wanted to get up to stop it, but it was already too late.
Golden light enveloped him, and the next second, his figure disappeared into the exhibition hall.
Only a messy exhibition hall was left, and Trazyn lying on the ground doubting his life.
After a long time, Trazyn finally got up.
He looked at the destroyed collections around him, and the green will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes dimmed to the extreme.
"My... my collection..."
He walked to the seven empty booths and stretched out his hand tremblingly.
"My C'tan Shard..."
Suddenly, the anger disappeared.
The sadness disappeared.
Instead, there was a kind of morbid excitement.
"If I could catch him... if I could study him..."
Trazyn's eyes ignited with fanatical light again.
"I must catch him! I must hide him!"
Mars, this red Planet, which is regarded as a holy place by Adeptus Mechanicus, has never been so noisy in the past ten thousand years.
Olympus Forge City's Alarm device was emitting a piercing scream at the moment. The huge Gear-shaped Defensive Turret was spinning crazily, pouring firepower towards the small green things in the sky.
"The target is too small! Too fast! Unable to lock on!" A Tech-Priest mechanical voice sounded in the communication channel, with a rare hint of anxiety in the voice.
In the sky, tens of thousands of Gretchin are flying around crazily in various incredible aircraft.
"Hey hey hey! Can't hit! Can't hit!" A Gretchin waved Wrench, making faces at the fortifications below.
As soon as he finished speaking, a shot of Bolt Round flew past his head.
"Wow!" Gretchin was so frightened that he almost fell off the aircraft, but quickly regained his arrogant attitude, "Still can't hit! Just a little bit!"
"Activate area Electromagnetic Pulse!" In Command Tower, a Archmagos wearing a red robe angrily gave the order.
"As commanded, praise Omnissiah."
The huge Electromagnetic Pulse generator started. A blue-white arc exploded in the air, forming a deadly electromagnetic Storm.
Those Gretchin aircraft should all be paralyzed by electromagnetic impact.
But the fact is...
"Haha! Our planes don't like this!" Gretchins shuttled happily through the electromagnetic Storms. Not only did those broken aircraft not malfunction, they flew more happily.
"This is illogical!" Archmagos's eyes widened, "Electromagnetic Pulse should be effective on all electronic devices! Why..."
What makes Adeptus Mechanicus even more crazy is that these Gretchin are not just flying around in the sky.
In the Titan casting area, a group of Gretchin are riding Mechanical Warhorse between the legs of the huge machine.
"Catch them!" The Servitors waved electric shock batons and chased, but those Gretchins were too flexible and could always slip away from the pursuers at the last moment.
"Hehe! Come after me!" A Gretchin made a face at the pursuer behind him.
But he didn't notice that a wall suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Bang!"
Gretchin hit his head against the wall and fainted on the spot.
Servitors rushed over excitedly, ready to catch this unlucky guy.
But just when their hands were about to touch Gretchin...
"Boom!"
The thing tied to Gretchin exploded.
The power of the explosion was not great, but it was enough to blow up those Servitors and send their parts flying everywhere.
And in the smoke of the explosion, a dozen more Gretchin took advantage of the chaos and slipped in.
"Let's come in!"
"Ghazghk boss said, if you can steal it, steal it; if you can't steal it, blow it up!"
"Yes! Yes!"
The entire Mars fell into unprecedented chaos.
In the center of the chaos, on the edge of a heavily guarded Forbidden Zone, a green figure was squatting in the Shadow in the Warp, observing the defense deployment.
That is Ghazghk, chief Big Mek under Liu Zhipeng.
"Calculation completed." Ghazghk grinned, showing a pair of uneven yellow teeth, "73.6% of the defense force has been mobilized, and the current garrison strength is not enough to cover all passages. The opportunity has come."
He took out a crude-looking communicator and pressed the button.
"Attention all units, follow the plan. Sharpfang, take your Boyzs to the East District to create greater chaos. Snot, cut off their communications."
"Roger!" came the excited response from the communicator.
Ghazghk put away the communicator and took out a small device from his waist.
The device looked like some kind of scanner, but not exactly like it. Its shell was made of scrap metal, with crooked runes painted on it.
Green light emitted from the scanner, projecting a three-dimensional map in the air.
"Let me see... the weak point of the defense is... here!"
Ghazghk found the target, which was a ventilation duct located at the edge of Forbidden Zone.
The entrance to the pipeline is sealed by a thick armored door, with Adeptus Mechanicus and Chapter Icon carved all over the door.
"Hey, the runes on the door are for deterrence, but the actual strength is only one-third of the standard." Ghazghk touched his chin, "A typical bluff."
He took out a strange-looking tool from his backpack and started tinkering with the door.
The tool looked like a modified Melta Cutter, but it didn't spit out ordinary flames, but a green, sizzling energy beam.
"Zizzizi..."
The armored door was cut by the energy beam, and a large hole was quickly opened.
"Done!" Ghazghk nodded with satisfaction, and then got into the pipe.
The inside of the pipeline is very narrow and filled with various pipelines and mechanical structures. But Ghazghk was agile and quickly passed through this area.
As he advanced, he whispered in the communicator, "The boss should be in place, right? Have I created enough chaos here? Do you want to blow up a few more casting furnaces?"
There was no response from the communicator.
Ghazghk shrugged. "Forget it, the boss said anyway, just stick to the plan."
He kept going and soon came to the end of the pipe.
There is a huge mechanical well, bottomless. The walls of the well are covered with various pipelines and maintenance channels.
Ghazghk looked up, looked down again, and then took out a rope launcher from his backpack.
"Bang!"
The rope hooked the pipeline above. Ghazghk grabbed the rope and began to climb upward.
At the same time, deep underground in Mars, Liu Zhipeng was slowly passing through one line of defense after another.