The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Terran Calendar, 954.M41

Extreme Star Sector, Demeter Sector, Pandora Galaxy, Exorcism Star

Mathias, the knight commander and heir to the Dupont-Drin family, is trying to keep his mind in a state of high concentration.

He was firmly bound to the mechanical throne of his knight, the Scorpionthorn, the nerve sockets on the throne were inserted into his skull augmenter, and the plastic-steel composite belt wrapped tightly around his body.

And the knight itself, the gigantic humanoid war machine, was also locked in its armor, one of three looming metal giants occupying the landing deck of the transport ship.

For this operation, the entire family has returned to the warships in orbital space for a week, and they will go to the heart of the battlefield once again.

The knights and their steeds will travel to battle in four dedicated landing ships, while Mathias is on board with his father, Duke Olga, and another brother, O'Fur.

Everything is fine, but Mathias is a little troublesome personally, mainly to control a knight mecha that originally had a master, which is also a big challenge for knights who are not very experienced.

The first is that the knight in the throne can have a sense of disorientation, which is a bit like standing with one’s back to a curtain, knowing that just behind it is crowded with dozens of whispering strangers who could reach out and grab at any moment. on his shoulders, but there's really nothing.

Or, it's like staring into a mirror, looking at the reflection of your own eyes in the mirror.

After a sense of loss comes a sense of dislocation, like embracing countless thoughts and dreams, only to endure the confusion that arises from realizing that none of these mental fragments is your own.

His efforts to rationalize the feeling only aggravated his nausea.

Mathias, on the other hand, has to wrestle his nerves against all oddities, and if he can't even overcome his physical handicap or take control of his throne before the battle, how does he win a real battle on a glorious battlefield?

He knew that his brothers weren't all happy about him being his heir, and many were waiting for him to make mistakes.

Also, he didn't want O'Fur to be content with seeing him fail.

"Madias, an exhilarating dive, isn't it?"

Ofir's voice crackled on the comms.

Of course he was excited.

"Yes."

Mathias gritted his teeth reluctantly.

"Ha! I hear a little discomfort in your voice, Mathias?"

"Thank you...for your concern, brother, not at all."

Mathias replied, pressing his gloved fist to his lips.

But the strange feeling still exists, and his knight machine soul responded with a sarcastic inner gear, and a slight vibration passed through its body steel plate to Mathias.

"Stop gossip"

A firm and old voice came.

"Little furry boy, we are about to enter the war zone, stop joking."

"Sorry, father."

O'Fur's voice became humble, and his knight, the Citybreaker, tilted his helmet to the hum of a servomotor.

"I won't be distracted."

At this moment, Mathias's thoughts were interrupted, the soft emerald light in the knight's cockpit flashed an angry red, and a shrill bell rang through the landing deck of the airborne pod, and every knight's ears passed through the battle. received by the audio receiver on the server shell.

Under the chanting of the mechanical priest, the landing thrusters were activated in sequence, further increasing the pressure.

Mathias begins the final check, and as he communicates with the Scorpion Spur, a flood of information flows through his nerve jack.

The runes rolled across his retinas, his field of vision expanded to accommodate everything the knight's external perception array could see, and to an untrained mind it would have been a violent overpowering experience, a false Perception and maddening mechanical aggression.

For Mathias, it's a boost.

First the adrenaline rushes, then to a bright spot where the weirdness disappears and the webbing and straps that wrap him tighten.

His body became steel and ceramsite, his heartbeat was like a thundering plasma furnace, and his senses became bird divination machines and load diverters.

At that moment, Mathias merged with his knight, and he knew he was eager to fight.

Although there is still some sense of alienation, and this can only be resolved with time.

"Two minute countdown!"

The landing ship tilted slightly, and the bombardment of artillery fire outside the field of vision made it shocking.

The spacecraft crossed a long and wide curve in the atmosphere and flew towards the landing zone, and even the center of gravity of the heavy knight mech drifted along with it.

The armor made a slender scream under the filling fixture, and the huge machine shook, blurring Mathias's two perceptions.

Suddenly, a large hole was blown out in the wall, and scattered fragments cut through the tiny soldiers, but fortunately no knight mecha was hit.

The dazzling fireworks of the battle were reflected in the spaceship from the cracks. A terrifying **** dragon was fighting with more than a dozen aircrafts of different colors. The armor was all shattered, and it was not far from extinction.

"...with my blood, forge my sword."

Mathias's teeth were rattling, but he was calm.

Then, everything came to an abrupt end. The strong impact made everyone on the ship terrified. The knights fell to their knees, and the soldiers all fell on their backs. The shock wave even passed through Mathias' metal body.

The giant hinges began to move, and the hatches at the bow and stern of the landing ship were slowly opening.

They had to act fast, because it was easy to attack now, and by then the knight would have died without a fight in the landing ship.

However, the movement of the hatch is very slow.

After an anxious wait, the hatch finally opened completely with difficulty.

The knight's arms ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ had all the restraints on the legs and torso detached, and the connecting cables were cut off.

Just outside the cabin, the heavy bombardment of the fleet poured down like raindrops, and the enemy troops were all driven out of the landing zone.

"Children!"

cried Duke Olga.

"Get out!"

As the giant bipedal war machine broke free from its shackles and prepared to fight, gas spewed from the hissing water, rune locks flashed between amber and green, and the mechanical priests began their final prayers, their voices from before The lowness gradually turned into a high.

"The power of the reactor is 100%, and the divine equation is being realized. Praise the God of All Machines, Praise the Omnisiah walking among us, Praise the motive force that drives all things!"

What the machine soul needs at this time is not to appease, but to inspire and inspire!

In the shadows on the edge of the cavernous deck, the brazier was blazing, and Mathias, enveloped in the thick plates of the lander's hull, heard an automatic horn, low and majestic.