Gazing at the enormous, mountain-like god of machines walking across the land, Alex truly understood why the Adeptus Mechanicus regarded Titans as the embodiment of the god of machines's power.
Their massive steel bodies seemed to shake the earth with every step, emitting a deep rumble, as if proclaiming the supremacy of machinery.
Nothing could better showcase the might of machinery than these incredibly colossal steel creations before him.
The very existence of Titans was the ultimate interpretation of the beauty of machinery.
Their massive bodies were not merely tools of war, but also symbols of the Adeptus Mechanicus's faith, avatars of the god of machines on earth.
And nothing could better embody the beauty of steel than the giant machines before him.
Every detail of a Titan was a combination of precision and power, as if they were moving steel temples.
The existence of Titans was not only for war, but also to show the world the supreme power of the god of machines.
If there was a more astonishing existence than this, it could only be a War Master-Class or Emperor-class Titan, even larger than the three Warlord-Class Titans currently before him.
Those even larger gods of machines were said to be able to easily destroy entire cities and even alter terrain.
Their appearance was often accompanied by the end of war and the triumph of faith.
Alex couldn't help but imagine what a shocking sight it would be if he could one day witness the majestic presence of an Emperor-class Titan with his own eyes.
Although the power of void ships in space was far greater than that of Titans, even the smallest frigate could easily crush an Emperor-class Titan, the feeling they gave people was completely different.
"The power of the god of machines is indeed well-deserved," Alex praised sincerely, gazing at the Titan Legion composed of three Warhounds and six Warhounds before him.
These Titans were not just tools of war, but also symbols of faith.
Every step they took seemed to declare to the world: the power of the god of machines was unrivaled, and any doubt or heretical thought would be annihilated in this steel torrent.
Kristen, standing beside him, looked proud, her tone filled with piety: "I have spoken countless times with people, saying that if someone does not believe in the existence of the god of machines, the moment he sees the god of machines appear, he will immediately abandon those unrealistic heretical thoughts and become the most devout follower of the god of machines."
"Titans can indeed demonstrate the power of the god of machines," Alex nodded, a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice, "but a parade like this is not enough. For the god of machines to truly display its might, it should still be on the battlefield."
His gaze remained on the Titans, but in his mind, he was already calculating where to deploy this Titan Legion.
The true value of Titans lay not only in their size and beauty, but also in their unrivaled destructive power and deterrent force.
Only on the battlefield could Titans truly display the might of the god of machines, crushing all enemies beneath their steel feet.
"I understand. I've already seen the previous battle reports. I heard the Xenos also deployed their Titan-class units, and they were directly destroyed by your orbital bombardment?" Kristen asked Alex, her calm tone betraying no emotion, but Alex could detect a hint of regret and dissatisfaction in her words.
Clearly, for Kristen, an Alien Titan unit offered much more for research than casualty figures, and was therefore more important.
However, she did not voice this, merely watching Alex and saying to him: "If there is another such opportunity next time, please leave it to Griya. We will offer you satisfactory compensation."
To Kristen's request, Alex simply nodded, then said: "I had someone retrieve the wreckage of that Celestial Forged construct. If you want it…"
"Please, you must leave it to me!" A familiar voice sounded, and a large red-robed Mechanicus appeared before Alex.
Alex turned and then saluted him: "Greetings, esteemed Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, your presence is even more imposing than last time."
The one who arrived was none other than Belisarius Cawl, and this time he seemed to be using his main body… No, it should be said to be a doppelganger indistinguishable from his main body. Compared to the regular-sized doppelganger Alex saw last time, this one should be a more significant doppelganger in Cawl's possession.
The reason for this judgment was that Belisarius Cawl's current mission was extremely important, making it impossible for him to personally make a trip for a minor matter.
Yes, in Alex's view, this expedition was merely a minor matter for Belisarius Cawl.
The fact that he could send a more substantial-looking doppelganger, one that looked indistinguishable from his main body, was already showing a lot of respect.
"What you saw last time was merely a mechanical prosthetics I used for convenience in research and action; this body is more geared towards combat," Cawl explained, but did not elaborate further.
He then ordered a box to be brought up, bearing the Adeptus Mechanicus's cog-skull emblem, which made Alex's eyelids twitch involuntarily.
Why did this thing feel so familiar?
However, before Alex could speak, Belisarius Cawl said: "I have brought you a gift, and I hope you will like it. The data and STC I obtained from you last time provided me with a large amount of valuable data for my research.
Although it was just a transaction, I still prepared a gift for you, a gift you can use now."
"What is it?" Alex immediately felt curious.
Although the things he gave Cawl last time were valuable, in his opinion, the transaction was still worthwhile. The fact that Cawl would give him an extra gift genuinely surprised Alex.
Aren't the Adeptus Mechanicus all stingy? Why would Cawl proactively give a gift?
As Alex wondered, Cawl motioned for him to come to the box, then he entered a series of passwords on the box and opened it.
Inside was a set of Power Armor, a set of exquisitely beautiful Tartaros-pattern Power Armor, also engraved with the Inquisition's emblem.
(Tartaros-pattern Power Armor, just replace the markings with the Inquisition's)
Accompanying it was a Thunder Hammer, both appearing to be master-crafted good items.
"I made you a set of Power Armor and a weapon. I know you have a set of relic Power Armor, but that one should not be suitable for this level of battlefield," Cawl explained to Alex, making Alex even hear a hint of 'concern' in his words.
This made Alex feel flattered. Although he didn't know why Belisarius Cawl would treat him differently, regardless, this gift was indeed timely and exceptionally precious.
Are you kidding? This was the same level of treatment as a Primarch, enjoying master-crafted Power Armor handcrafted by Belisarius Cawl! Even if there was some conspiracy, he would still wear it!
It was the same level of treatment as a Primarch, enjoying master-crafted Power Armor handcrafted by Belisarius Cawl! Even if there was some conspiracy, he would still wear it!
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