Chapter 4 Empire Frontier: Thunder Eagle Gunboat

The Imperial Navy's warships are big, big, and each warship is almost a miniature world where you can find everything you need, shops, hospitals, schools, churches, entertainment venues, and even black markets, literally a flying city.

No one can prove that they know every place of this giant ship. As long as there is no map, anyone entering the extremely complex corridors and cabins of the warship may get lost for days, or even weeks, until you meet the most recent Imperial crew members when you run into the great fortune.

Vito didn't understand every part of the giant ship, and he didn't know if Cole could, but everyone on this ship had their most familiarity. For Vito and the Astat warriors of the Death Watch team, that must be here.

The huge apron spans both sides, and there are many fighter jets, transportation vehicles and various spare parts on the apron that are stacked with belts. Fortunately, they did not pile up ammunition and oil here, otherwise someone would definitely be whipped.

Vito leaned on the stairs platform at the top of the apron, and looked down at the busy servants, ground crews and mechanical priests, who were all serving a group of gods, especially those big guys.

Thunder eagle gunboat aircraft, Star Shark fighter aircraft and ground landing craft were all docked quietly. These imperial weapons were quietly waiting for the next time to be awakened by the war.

"Everything is in order here, Judge," said Lancelot, standing behind Vito with his sword, with the dark angel's iconic winged helmet under his armpit.

"It's just that our jump torpedo may be needed to be replenished." "Indeed, we shot them all as bait at one time, which made Cole so angry that he kept calling me a prodigal son that night."

Vito shrugged helplessly, "I'll just get him a batch at the next Star Port." After Vito said that, Lancelot also smiled. He pointed his finger at a position below, which was a thunder eagle. "Then we have to tell the person in charge, you know, those electronic musical psychiatrists."

Vito smiled silently, then waved his hand slightly to signal Lancelot to follow him. Generally speaking, Astart hates being commanded by mortals, and usually the opposite, but here is different. Lancelot immediately followed without any hesitation, or complaining.

The tall giant followed Vito with a powerful sword and took heavy steps. The airport staff everywhere bowed to them, and Vito nodded to everyone with a smile. He was not like a judge. Well, he was indeed not the kind of judge in the minds of the people of the Empire.

No, I'm not saying that the judge who likes to shoot people and is like a lunatic is not, but to be honest, even if it's a rare animal in the court, why? Because this kind of person usually lives not long, but for various reasons, you know, they are not particularly popular.

The two passed through the vast apron and passed between machines blessed by the Mechanical Divine Cult. Electric sparks that weld and repaired gaps fell from the top of their heads, like a strange flying snow.

The blue one, with a shark-headed thunder eagle depicted at the nose of the machine, the mechanical priest who was busy with his several auxiliary robot arms turned his head. He looked at them with the mechanical eyes under his scarlet robe, and several eyes with different functions were turning, like emeralds.

"Hello, octopus." Vito laughed, the mechanical priest turned around, and countless mechanical arms retracted, responding with the ecstatic electronic music.

"Please call me Omega, the judge, I am the sage of the mechanical sect, not the flesh-and-blood creature of the octopus," said the priest.

Lancelot smiled, "Then you should ask the old wolf Olaf, he will talk to you about their big squids that were so cold that they were tens of meters long on the ball."

"That's obviously not me, Lancelot, now, tell me why you are disturbing my work." said the mechanical priest, turning around and continuing to get busy, and the sparks and scanning light continued to burst out around him.

Vito and Lancelot looked at each other and shrugged each other. Vito walked to the edge of the Thunder Eagle and looked up at the big blue bird.

"How is her situation?"

"I have repaired the damaged part, and the soul of the machine is still irritable and restless. Next time, please don't rush directly to the orc fleet. Judge, this is a gunboat, not a cruiser." "I'll do my best."

Vito smiled jokingly, then saw things on the tool table next to him, one by one, a rough and ugly thing. Vito walked over and picked up a huge gun, so big that he needed to hold it up with both hands.

"Did you figure out how Greenskin made these broken things?" Vito asked, then handed the big gun to Lancelot, who grabbed it lightly and weighed it casually, "I still don't understand why the broken iron like Greenskin didn't explode."

Instead of looking back, Omega grabbed an armor plate with its robotic arm, quickly cut it into the edges, and then replaced a broken external armor on the Thunder Eagle.

"I don't know, Omnisaiah is here, I can't analyze these weapons that do not conform to the common sense of basic physics, and I can't analyze the so-called wahggggggge energy of the orcs."

He said, taking two steps back and examining the Thunder Eagle in front of him, "I have tried to dissect the orcs, but I can't understand the mystery."

"Don't force yourself too much, my friend, many things are not something you can understand in a short time." Vito said, reaching out to touch the surface of Thunder Eagle, he stared into the shark's eyes, and then smiled.

Omega looked at Vito and then continued to weld, "Tell me, Vito, what do you need? You are not reading books in your private library, and coming to me is definitely not for reminiscing about the past."

"No, it is indeed part of the reason for reminiscing. We have known each other for so many years, Omega, but you are right, I'm really here to find you something."

Vito said, continuing to stroke the surface of the fighter plane, "I need you to prepare her, and this warship, we will soon have new trouble."

"As I expected, I suggest finding a star port as soon as possible, preferably with the Mechanical Divine Cult to serve, where will we make final preparations."

Vito smiled again, holding his head slightly, "Of course, I heard that there is a huge shipyard on the satellite ring belt next to Victoria's main star, where can you solve the problem specifically with your peers."

The communicator rang, and Vito looked at the data terminal on his wrist in surprise. After raising his wrist, Cole's Bell appeared on it. The pharmacist looked at Vito, "Vito, you have to go back to the bridge with Lancelot. I have informed the two wild wolves."

"What happened? Brother." Lancelot asked, "We don't know for the time being, but come here quickly, we need to make a decision."

Bell's image disappeared, Vito and Lancelot looked at each other, and then shrugged. Vito was just about to speak when he was asked.

"I will get the Thunderhawk ready to attack, go ahead." Omega said, grabbing another piece of accessories, Vito smiled, then turned around and walked away with the Dark Angel, leaving only the brilliant sparks bursting from Omega's cutting.

Praise Om Messiah, use monthly tickets to soothe the soul of the machine, and then wahgggggggge! Get up!

(End of this chapter)
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