Chapter 1089 Siege of Attica (1)
Standard Terra Calendar, 954.M41
Ultimate Star Field, Demeter Star Sector, Pandora Galaxy, Pain Star
< br>Mathias, the knight captain and heir of the Dupont delin family, is trying his best to keep his spirit in a highly concentrated state.
He was tightly restrained in the mechanical throne of his knight, the Scorpion Stinger. The neural jack on the throne was inserted into his skull augmentation device, and the plastic steel composite straps hugged him tightly. touching his body.
The Knight itself, a giant humanoid war machine, was locked within its armor, one of three looming metal giants occupying the dropship's landing deck.
In preparation for this battle, the entire family returned to the battleship in orbital space for a week to repair, and when they go into battle again, they will reach the core of the battlefield.
The knights and their steeds will ride to the battlefield on four dedicated landing ships, while Mathias, his father, Archduke Olga, and another brother Offor will ride on the same ship .
Everything is fine, but Mathias has a little trouble personally, mainly driving a knight mecha that originally had an owner. For knights who are not very experienced, it is also a big problem. challenges.
First of all, the knight in the throne will have a sense of disorientation. It is a bit like a person standing with his back to the curtain, knowing that behind it are dozens of whispering strangers, who may come to him at any time. They might reach out and grab his shoulders, but there would be nothing.
Or, it's like staring into a mirror and looking at the reflection of your own eyes.
After the feeling of loss is the feeling of dislocation, like embracing countless ideas and dreams, and can only endure the confusion caused by realizing that none of these mental fragments are one's own.
He tried to rationalize the feeling, but it only made his nausea worse.
But Mathias must tighten his nerves and fight against all the strange feelings. If he cannot even overcome his physical obstacles before the battle, or control his throne, then how can he survive on the glorious battlefield? Winning the real battle?
He knew that his brothers were not all happy with him being the heir, and many were waiting for him to make a mistake.
And he didn't want Ofull to get the satisfaction of seeing him fail.
"An inspiring dive, Mathias, isn't it?"
O'Full's voice crackled over the communications network.
Of course, he was excited.
“Yes.”
Mathias said through gritted teeth.
"Ha! I hear a little discomfort in your voice, Mathias?"
"Thank you for your concern, brother, not at all."
Madias replied, pressing his gloved fist to his lips.
But the strange feeling still existed, and his knight machine spirit responded with a sarcastic internal gear rotation, and a slight vibration passed through the steel plate of its body and was transmitted to Mathias.
"Stop talking"
A firm and old voice came.
"Little boy, we are about to enter a war zone, stop joking."
"I'm sorry, father."
O'Full's voice became humble, and he The knight, the city breaker, tilted his helmet with the low roar of the servo motor.
"I won't be distracted."
At this time, Mathias's thoughts were interrupted. The soft emerald light in the knight's cockpit flashed an angry red, and a shrill bell rang. On the landing deck of the drop pod, the ears of every knight received it through the audio receiver on the shell of the suit.
Under the chants of the Mechanic Priest, the landing thrusters were started in sequence, further increasing the pressure.
Madias began his final checks, a flood of information flowing through his neural sockets as he communicated with the Scorpion. Runes scrolled across his retinas, his vision expanded to accommodate everything the Knight's external perception array could see, and to an untrained mind this would have been a violently overwhelming experience, a sham. Sensory and maddening mechanical violations.
For Mathias, it was a step up.
First there was a surge of adrenaline, and then it focused on a bright point. Those strange sensations disappeared, and at the same time the webbing and belts wrapping him became tight.
His body became steel and clay, his heart beat like a thunderous plasma furnace, and his senses became augurs and loading shunts.
It was at that moment that Mathias became one with his knight, and he knew he longed for battle.
Although there is still some sense of alienation, this can only be resolved with time.
"Two minutes countdown!"
The landing ship tilted slightly, and it was shocked by the bombardment of artillery fire outside the field of vision.
The spacecraft drew a long and wide curve in the atmosphere and flew towards the landing area. Even the center of gravity of the heavy knight mecha drifted along with it.
The battle armor made a slender scream under the filling clamp, and the huge machinery shook, making both of Mathias's perceptions blurred.
Suddenly, a big hole was blown out of the wall, and the scattered debris scratched the tiny soldiers. Fortunately, no knight mecha was hit.
The dazzling fireworks of the battle were reflected in the spacecraft from the cracks. A terrifying hell flying dragon was fighting with more than a dozen aircraft of different colors. The armor all over its body was in pieces, and it was not far from destruction.
“.With my blood, I forge my sword.”
Madias’s teeth were creaking, but he was extremely calm.
Then, everything came to an abrupt stop. The strong impact shocked everyone on the ship. 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 quickly because it was now easy to attack and the knight would die without a fight in the landing ship.
However, the hatch moves very slowly.
After anxious waiting, the hatch finally opened completely with difficulty.
All the restraints on the knight's arms, legs and torso fell off, and the connecting cables were also interrupted.
Just outside the cabin, the fleet's fierce bombing rained down like raindrops, and all the enemy troops were driven out of the landing zone.
"Sons!"
Grand Duke Olga shouted.
"Out!"
Gas spurts from hissing streams, runes locked in amber and green as the massive bipedal war machines break free of their shackles and prepare for battle. In a flash, the mechanical priests began to say their final prayers, their voices gradually changing from the previous low to the high.
“The reactor power is 100%, the sacred equation is being realized, praise the god of all machines, praise the Omnisiah who walks among us, praise the driving force that drives all things!”
What the machine soul needs at this time is no longer comfort, but encouragement and excitement!
In the shadows at the edge of the cavernous deck, an electric brazier ignited a blazing flame, and Mathias, shrouded in the thick plates of the landing ship's shell, heard an automatic horn blast, low and magnificent.
(End of this chapter)