Chapter 183 Black and Red, Plans in the Shadows (32) Close Contact
"Is this right here?"
On an orbit 50,000 kilometers away from the foundry furnace of Selind, Calvin and the Foundry Director's envoy looked down from the Mechanical Ark using fighter planes and orbital scanning.
Selins was just a tiny black dot on the holographic projection, and in the eyes of the fighter planes passing by at low altitude, even if the afterburner equipment was fully turned on, it would take 20 seconds to cross the large forge built based on the crater.
The Emperor-class Titan is here. At this time, it is more like a sculpture made of steel, sitting quietly on the steel wall on the edge of the crater.
The fighter plane passed by from an altitude of 5,800 meters, and from an overhead perspective, the giant's figure became as big as the palm of his hand.
But it's not small, Calvin thought to himself.
Something that could be looked down at from a distance of several thousand meters and could still be distinguished by the naked eye was a behemoth to any citizen of the Empire, including of course the Primarch.
"This is it." Solan, the deputy casting supervisor, replied.
"It turns out that the Order has received the order and stopped all offensive actions 6 hours ago.
The target is currently in stable condition. According to the previous test results, its warning range is about 30 kilometers. The large forces have withdrawn from this range, but we are not sure whether its machine spirit has obtained the authority of anti-aircraft weapons, so we can only send you to
Here it is.”
"Understood." Calvin interrupted Solan's words and boarded his own airdrop cabin. The thick airtight door was closed and locked, and the suspension above the deck lifted it up, and then transferred it to the center of the cabin.
Location.
Solan bowed and retreated, and did not stop until he reached the edge of the deck. The bridge of Mechanical Ark received the order, and the thousands-square-meter steel deck cracked from the center.
The real-time synchronization information in the direction of the bridge rang in the ears of the Deputy Foundry Superintendent, and the auspicious device was repeating its last calculation for the airdrop position below.
"The expected target has been locked."
"The weather variables are added successfully and the repeated calculation is completed."
"The error is acceptable and ready to be released."
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1, put it in!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of dense metal pylons popping open was heard, and pieces of airdrop pods detached from the deck.
The gravity gyroscope was activated the moment it entered the vacuum environment. As a result of the chain reaction, the rocket booster that automatically started up, under the guidance of the former, slightly corrected its direction towards Hepper, and immediately flew towards the atmosphere.
On the edge of Selins Crater, a towering giant sat quietly in the dark red rock and steel. When golden raindrops appeared at the end of the sky, the eyes of this ancient creation once again shone with silver light.
Is it coming again? How many more times will it take before the end comes?
I just want to get some quiet time to think or reminisce, so why don’t these insects let it go?
Then let's do it again... Anyway, his life has ended long ago, and this kind of battle itself can also give it some short memories of the past.
The giant stood up slowly. Under the huge metal church, the head the size of a battleship deck slowly rose up.
Golden double gears shine on his forehead, and in the center of the gear emblem is a silver owl spreading its wings.
God of the North Wind, this was its former name. Unfortunately, both the Adeptus Mechanicus who tried to capture it and it today have forgotten this sacred name.
The weapon arrays on the shoulders and waist woke up from dormancy, and dozens of independent scanning arrays locked onto the targets in the sky one by one.
The close-in defense gun with a caliber comparable to the main gun of a heavy tank slowly moved upward, and dense missile launch nests also emerged from under the hidden armor.
"Gan!" Calvin, who had been maintaining contact with the observation ship, yelled when he saw this, and then grabbed the control wrench on the airdrop pod.
However, the instinctive sense of crisis only receded slightly, and a sign of greater danger appeared again.
In desperation, Calvin had no choice but to observe the reading of the distance to the target on the screen in the cabin, while using his psychic powers to try to complete a temporary teleportation without a beacon.
The jet port protruded from the burning airdrop cabin, and the rapidly falling fusiform metal cabin suddenly stopped. The surrounding airdrop cabins instantly passed over and blocked it. At this time, Calvin in the cabin had given up the operation, his eyes
Stare at the behemoth several kilometers away through the observation port.
boom!
Dense metal jets rose from the ground and then converged into a river of flames that went up against the trend. The shells that were enough to shred the armor of a main battle tank were as dense as raindrops, so that the sound of multiple airdrop pods being destroyed was heard in one continuous sound.
The golden spots in the sky were rapidly decreasing under the indifferent gaze of the djinn, while Calvin, one of the few survivors, was counting down the seconds in the cramped cabin like years.
"Five...four...three...two..."
The metal bulkhead behind him suddenly shook violently. Calvin instinctively wanted to reach out to help him but failed. The sudden influx of air was so violent that he instinctively held his breath. The sound of metal being torn came slowly.
, and Calvin had already watched the broken armor disintegrate in the sky.
"One!" Calvin recited the last number heavily, and the psychic storm around him was already brewing.
But the metal armor under his feet could not withstand the penetration of the artillery shell first. In the piercing pain, Calvin subconsciously looked down, and then in the sound of a burst of psychic explosion, he and the "lucky" armor-piercing bullet
disappear into reality together.
Hit? But it doesn’t seem to be completely hit...
The giant spirit's eyes looking toward the sky flashed with human light, and the abnormal energy activity on its shoulders instantly aroused its vigilance.
Level 2 alarm! Class A counter-infiltration combat plan! Titan instantly found a response plan. Without any hesitation, the cold machine soul pointed the barrel full of destructive power at itself.
Buzz!
The psychic lightning was like a ray of light, tearing apart the peaceful space from scratch, and the silver thunder crackled to form a halo, wrapping the original body's body and emerging from the void.
The original body, which had staggered due to injuries, had just stabilized its figure when terrifying metal jets followed.
Without any time to react, Calvin threw the power accumulated around him forward. The sound of collision between the psychic shield and metal projectiles suddenly sounded, and he himself had already jumped towards the gorgeous building above his head.
hiss!
After using Imperial Truth to smash several machine guns, Calvin finally had time to stop and observe his wounds.
The boot armor of "Original Heart" is made of fine gold, but after being scraped with kinetic energy by a 50 mm cannonball, only half of the armor was left.
Because the lack of beacon transmission diverted most of the energy, the psionic shield failed to play the buffering role it should have. Based on the strength of the power armor itself, it is rare to be able to take two consecutive shells before being damaged...
But Calvin was still injured, even if it was just a scratch from the cannonball, the burning sensation in his feet had subsided, and the spasming nerves were screaming to his brain with severe pain.
The fifth metatarsal bone and the fourth metatarsal bone were severely deformed, and the nearby muscle fascia was burned and torn.
But fortunately, his self-healing ability is already taking effect. The ineffective signals transmitted from the nerves to the central center are reduced by the hormones secreted by the brain, and the blood vessels on the upturned skin also spontaneously shrink and close.
If he was given a few more minutes, he might be able to resume normal combat just relying on his own healing ability.
But without if, although the guards on Titan have long since disappeared, this does not delay the shooting of other close-range firepower. Even from the perspective of the machine soul, the disappearance of these troublesome and weak creatures is the reason for it to shoot unscrupulously.
Calvin awkwardly avoided the cannon fire on Titan's raised arm several times, and walked lamely toward the main entrance of the church.
Before the analgesic in the power armor took effect, he could only use the Imperial Truth in his hand to "knock" or pry open the heavy door in front of him...