Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 41 The mobile base vehicle is in place
Hill immediately went to gather the company's soldiers and the mortal servants who accompanied them.

Not only do Space Marines have specialized combat servants who can assist in carrying supplies and ammunition during war, they also have many more mortal servants who are responsible for maintaining the operation of the legion.

They either built fortifications, helped repair power armor, or made food supplies for the Space Marines.

Although the main food of the Astartes is a high-calorie substance similar to porridge, mixed with necessary trace elements and ceramsite particles that can strengthen bones, it does not mean that they only eat this.

Some Astartes have a healthy appetite and often don't mind eating the metal utensils they have just used after finishing their own food.

The material life of the Ultramarines is richer than that of their brother legions with ascetic tendencies.

Practicing doctors, maintenance technicians, and various professional talents were gathered together.

Soon, in less than twenty minutes, a reorganized company of Ultramarines and their attached personnel had boarded the Red Alert, including Roche's old friend Nikona and others.

Nikona was still wearing the power armor that Roche had given him. After experiencing the fierce battle of Calth, there were still no bullet holes or scratches on the armor, and it was as smooth as if it had just left the factory.

"Hill is very envious of my power armor. I told him that I would ask you to give him a set as well." Nikona walked over with a smile and put his right hand on Hill's shoulder armor.

"Hey! Don't be so blunt!" Hill pretended to be angry and turned around and said, "Of course, this is indeed my wish."

Luo Xi looked at the two people playing and fighting in a daze, and couldn't believe that this was the serious and even somewhat depressed Nicona.

Is this Hill's charm? Even the gloomy Raven Guards became cheerful.

No wonder after Guilliman returned from Calth, he kept Hill with him all day, and even Chapter Master Marius Gage was transferred back to his post.

Hill is truly a gold medal socialite among the Extreme Warriors. Even Roche likes warriors like Hill very much.

Guilliman was willing to do so and even sent Hill to help.

"The Astartes power armor is within my improvement plan. Nikonna, don't get too complacent. Once my new power armor is ready, your old one can be retired and scrapped."

In Luo Xi's plan, the improvement of power armor was at the forefront of the work schedule. In his opinion, the power armor models produced by the Empire, whether it was the MK2 Expedition, MK3 Steel or MK4 Extreme, were too simple.

Although being crude does not mean being unusable, if there were better options, more soldiers' lives could be saved. Being able to crush the opponent with equipment would not require soldiers to sacrifice themselves for victory.

Luo Xi does not advocate the theory of equipment only. He has seen the power of will in Cos, but he does not sing the praises of suffering and sacrifice. He prefers to let the soldiers crush the enemy directly and with dignity.

Although the ceramic steel material commonly used in various equipment is strong and durable enough, in this universe full of monsters and demons, it seems that any enemy has the means to break the ceramic steel.

Luo Xi also understood that the Empire was not without better materials, but once cost and time were taken into consideration, the choice of ceramic steel became inevitable.

The human empire is too large. Even if the cost difference is just a small one, it will become an astronomical figure when magnified to the scope of the empire.

"Is the gap so obvious? My power armor almost crushes the Word Bearers." Nikona couldn't believe it.

In the battle between Calth and the Word Bearers, he was hit by enemy bombs, but those bombs were blocked by his own armor.

His Shadow Step was already elusive and difficult to hit by the enemy, and now he is like a fish in water and his fighting style is even bolder.

"You'll know when you see it."

"Sir, all personnel are aboard and await your instructions," Hill reported. Roshi glanced back at Macragge. He didn't have time to explore this beautiful planet now; he'd better wait until he had time to come back and see it.

"Let's go, target: Mustafa"

The starship's hatch closed, and the engine nozzle at the tail released a faint blue light.

With the speed of the starship, everyone felt like they had only been flying for a short while before they reached their destination.

Luo Xi stood in the main control room, controlling the starship to penetrate the atmosphere and slowly descend to the surface.

Unless the Empire's warships crash, they basically will not come to the surface, because the excessive mass effect will tear the structure of the hull and cause the ship to collapse.

When these giant ships were being built, they were also in the microgravity environment of the space shipyard.

But the Red Alert has no such concerns. Even if it is dropped into the core of the sun, the structure of the ship will not be affected in the slightest.

Mustafar is a former mining world and a death world.

In the ages past, due to its proximity to Macragge, the ancient beings colonized the planet and built a large mining facility.

The planet's shallow, easily exploitable mineral deposits have long since dried up, the atmosphere on the surface emits toxic gases at concentrations exceeding the standard, and highly corrosive acid rain falls under the influence of active atmospheric activity, gathering into acidic rivers on the surface.

The overall desertification of the planet caused by excessive mining has made the surface devoid of any life. Sand and dust are blown up by the storm, forming a powerful sandstorm.

The watchtowers and mining equipment built by the colonists on the surface stand alone in the sand and dust. No life can survive in such an extreme environment.

And today, a huge spaceship broke through the planet's atmosphere, and the anti-gravity engine lifted the huge mass and slowly fell.

In front of this giant ship, the storm had to stop, and the force field released by the Red Alert cleared a clean area around it, as if there was an invisible protective shield blocking the storm and acid rain, isolating them all from outside.

The starship crushed the rocks on the surface, and the hull fell on the surface, stirring up the dust on the surface.

"I order: initiate war protocol and release the MCV."

Luo Xi stood in front of the intelligent computer. The ship-borne AI scanned his biological information. After matching the genes, the ancient machine that had been sleeping in the warehouse for 10,000 years began to wake up.

The huge vehicle, which is thirty meters high and more than eighty meters long, came out of its dormant state. It drove out of the stasis position, and the anti-gravity module of the chassis released thrust, allowing this behemoth to float more than half a meter above the ground.

It drove out of the starship's hatch, and the intelligent AI controlled the huge base vehicle to an open space. As the command was given, the MCV began a dazzling transformation.

"How did it do that? From a vehicle to a group of buildings?"

"Fortunately, we don't have those oil men here. In the name of the Emperor, those priests of the Mechanicus will be so happy to see this scene."

Hill's performance was particularly exaggerated. In front of him, a complex of buildings with a great sense of technological beauty quietly lit up its lights, metals were madly proliferating and expanding, special alloys smoothed the dust on the surface, and energy lines transported energy to everywhere.

It is completely different from the rough and wild style of the Mechanicus. There are no tall Gothic towers, no servo skulls flying everywhere, and no dull mechanical servants. Everything looks so clean, tidy and orderly.

A thought flashed through the Extreme Warrior's mind in a trance: Perhaps, this is what technology originally looked like.

(End of this chapter)