Sir Olga had seen many horrific things in her life, but none compared to what she saw before her.
In the distance on the horizon, the undead march towards the battlefield with strange and uniform steps, the weapons in their hands glow with a strange green light, and suspended above the ruthless infantry are weaponized pyramids and scorpion-shaped vehicles, which shine every time
The shots are as if they can vaporize an entire Knight Titan.
Looking back at the transport ship that carried him to the ground, Olga sighed.
Some people said that he was old and no longer suitable to drive the great machine of the gods, but Olga always scoffed at this argument.
The God's Machine gave him power beyond mortals, and this power will not weaken as his body ages.
But on the other hand, in the final analysis, there will be a day when he will become completely corrupt. At that time, as the last member of the family, he will no longer be able to shoulder the oath that the family swore to the Golden Throne.
This is the only thing that bothers him.
These matters were finally resolved by the chapter leader of the Astral Knights. Soshyan promised him that he could re-establish a strong family for him, and all the other party needed was friendship and cooperation.
For Sir Olga, this is a good deal.
At first he was doubtful about this, because as far as he knew, most of the Astartes Chapters were in a state of being busy with themselves. Where could the power come from to re-establish a knight family?
You must know that a knight family not only needs knights, but also needs a strong castle, a large territory, a large number of retinues, and enough outstanding young people.
But what he didn't expect was that the Soshiyan Chapter Leader seemed to be really powerful and was actually able to mobilize several forging worlds.
Therefore, he, who had always been alone, had his own retinue, which was the so-called "gun array".
These spear formations are composed of attendant mechas that are one level smaller than the knight mechas.
In the 41st Millennium, squire mechas were the smallest knight mechas deployed by the Empire on the battlefield. They were often only half as tall as knight mechas.
Despite this, this squire-level knight mecha is still a powerful war machine, and its power is enough to single-handedly destroy an entire team of soldiers, or other small vehicles.
In addition, due to its size, the Attendant level was not large enough to accommodate a complete Mechanical Throne system, so the Mechanicus adopted a relatively simpler system as a compromise - the Mechanical Crown.
This head-mounted device connects the attendant mecha and the pilot's brain to each other through the interface of the pilot's prefrontal lobe. However, it should be noted that this simple device also makes it difficult to use this mechanical crown when using it.
A complete set of incarnation rituals is not required for a pilot to successfully establish a neural interface connection.
It is also for this reason that the prestige of the squire driver is much lower than that of the formal knight driver who can establish a complete mechanical throne connection. The consequence of this combination is that when the squire knight acts alone on the battlefield, each family often has
This tradition is that through the mechanical crown, the squire pilot is neurologically enslaved by the command nerve impulses radiated by the larger knight mecha. This tradition is said to have been established by the knight families to express a subordinate relationship.
Accepting this kind of neurological slavery often means becoming the guarantor of a higher-level knight, so although knight squire is not a shameful rank, it is far from an honor.
Generally speaking, the pilots of squire-level mechas are often those with lower social status in knight families. For example, some are divided based on distant blood relationships, some are small branches of larger families, and some are
It is the last resort choice of family members who survived the near-destruction in such a difficult time.
There are also families that will select the best people from their family guards or planetary defense forces to drive attendant mechas, and also enhance their family status, thus turning them from simple civilians into respected social elites.
Of course, in rare cases, some families will use the Servant Mecha as a training basis to select their favorite retainers.
For many squire mecha pilots, the process in which formal knight mechas transmit brain information through neural connections is usually unnatural and abrupt, and most novice pilots are unfamiliar with this kind of process that is far from what they previously imagined.
There are many complaints and frustrations about this experience, and this almost enslaving process, and even some people who are not mentally strong enough will gradually lose their self-awareness under the control signals of the formal knights, thus turning into puppets.
But not all attendant pilots are willing to be slaughtered. There are many free blades who are born as attendants, and there are also some attendant pilots who will run away or even rebel to escape from that terrible mind control.
In order to solve this problem, many families will let the valet driver receive the teachings of the knight mentor before they officially perform the valet mission. Through the loyalty and heroic behavior of the knight mentor, they can set a good example for the valet driver to inspire them.
Make them accept their destiny as the worthy elite of the Empire, and plant in their hearts the firm belief that they will dedicate everything to this mission and live for it.
Of course, this is a common practice, but Olga does not do this.
In order to continue the family, he chose a more alternative approach.
Those carefully selected attendants were all adopted by him and inherited the family name and coat of arms.
"Ahem, to everyone."
Olga's voice was transmitted to everyone through the communication channel. After half an hour of landing, all the attendants were in place.
It's time for them to perform, and the Astral Knights need their support.
"Discipline your shields and keep your auspices open! Any active movement in the geological formations must be noted! Remember, enemies can emerge from the ground or even appear out of thin air, and their weapons
Enough to melt your war horses into a pool of boiling molten iron and flesh."
"Copy that, my father, we will be careful."
The first person to respond was O'Full, a 19-year-old young man. His answers were always so straightforward and direct. At the same time, he was at the tip of the left-wing knight's spear formation, driving a broad-blade squire mecha.
"We've been sharpening it for a long time. It's like a sharp sword just out of its sheath, isn't it? Being cautious is a coward's talk."
It was Mathias who spoke provocatively. He was a brave but slightly arrogant warrior and the leader of the right wing spear formation.
"An arrogant pilot is a chink in his steed's perfect shield."
Ofuer replied with a sneer, and anyone could tell from his tone that this was a sharp criticism directed at someone.
"Be vigilant, prepare to fight, and do what you should do."
Olga had to break off this quarrel. In a sense, this quarrel was deliberately created by him.