In addition to the Astra Militarum, other departments are also preparing for war.
The Titan Order is also urgently deploying Titans.
Aruken watched the huge transport ship slowly descend.
The same is true for the Titan Order's ground crew.
They welcomed the immortal god of war of mankind with enthusiastic eyes.
The upper part of the Titan is wrapped in cable-like tentacles several meters thick.
The first thing that catches your eye is their thick legs. Each leg is like a castle tower, with its surface covered with bullet holes.
There are countless scars left by wars on it.
Next comes the broad torso and armored chest.
Titans are created to resemble humans, representing the might of humankind in warfare.
There the similarities between Titan and his creator end.
Powerful arms held up weapons larger than buildings, which hung dully on broad shoulders that were like turrets.
Everyone was shocked by these huge Titans.
Wherever these horrors go, they bring destruction to the enemies of humanity.
The Titan was sent to a huge maintenance hangar for final preparations before the war.
A heavy crane rumbled down from the roof.
Pick up the full bucket of giant shells and slender missiles and transport them to the loading and unloading area of the Titan weapon rack.
Whether it's a rotary cannon of astonishing caliber, a long-range howitzer, or a plasma cannon that's powerful enough to flatten an entire city.
Each weapon is as large as a building.
Next to the two giant Titans are the Knights' individual Titans.
In comparison, the Knight Titan looks a little small.
Aruken smiled and walked towards a Sky Punishment-class Titan.
He is a Titan pilot.
What he controls is a Sky Punishment-class Titan.
One of the two giant Titans was his partner.
The most obvious feature of this Titan is the seismic cannon mounted on its back, which is powerful enough to vaporize the enemy.
After passing numerous tests, Aruken entered the Titan's inner warehouse.
The priests of the Mechanicus took their positions in front of the glowing control panels, carefully checking the Titan's data.
The crew members shuttled back and forth in the crowded space.
They thought the same as Aruken and stood at attention to salute.
Arukon returned the Imperial Double Eagle salute and then stepped past the men.
Finally he reached the cockpit of the Titan's Heart and inserted his authentication card into the reader next to the door.
"High-ranking pilot, Aruken."
There was a slight click of the door lock and the sound of a bell.
The door immediately opened, revealing a gorgeous cabin with a tall vaulted ceiling.
The curved walls were made of some shiny metal, with holes evenly spaced across the ceiling.
Inside the cabin, hooded technicians and several servitors were using neural cables to access the main control system of the Punishment-class Titan, responsible for controlling the deep core functions of this huge machine.
Arukan walked into the control cabin.
Two mechanical servants came forward, took off his clothes, and helped him lie down in the cold operating cabin.
Life-support equipment was installed on him.
Then the nutrient solution began to be injected, flooding Aruken.
The nutrient solution will fill his lungs and all the internal organs that can be filled, ensuring that he can immersively control the Titan machinery.
Two mechanical priests in red robes appeared on the left and right of the nutrition cabin.
Their movements were slow, but their coordination and synchronicity were impeccable.
A mechanical priest put on a pair of sophisticated signal-transmitting gloves for him.
The internal sensor array can be closely integrated with Aruken's skin to read vital signs data at all times.
Another mechanical priest placed a set of brain wave sensors on top of his head.
The cold touch of metal made Aruken's mind clearer than ever before.
"Neural connection program activated, remain still, pilot." The voice of the Mechanical Priest was dull and mechanical, without any emotion.
Aruken heard a soft roar coming from inside the nutrition chamber.
Even at this moment, with his entire body immersed in nutrient solution, he could still hear it very clearly.
He opened his eyes and looked at the Mechanical Priest.
They stood on both sides of the nutrient capsule, scarlet or blue light emanating from their electronic eyes.
Cold, mechanical, without emotion, only pure rationality.
Thin metal filaments spread and slid out from the nutrient solution like dense tentacles.
Many tentacles crawled along his cheeks, eyes and scalp like silver worms.
Those extremely thin silver wires are much thinner than a human hair.
They passed through the corners of Aruken's eyes, crawled along his optic nerve, and went straight into his skull to connect with numerous neurons.
Other tentacles enter through neural interfaces left in the cortex of the head.
If you break open Aruken's skull at this time, you will see dense metal filaments covering the entire cerebral cortex.
The fleeting cold pain inside his head made Aruken groan.
But soon, he adapted to the presence of these metal filaments.
Aruken's eyes became blurry.
His mind no longer controlled his body.
Even the subconscious mind no longer controls the body's functions and only maintains the most basic operations.
"Data transmission activated." The voice of the Mechanical Priest became extremely ethereal.
Aruken fell into darkness, and then another visual world opened up.
Vast amounts of information and data merged into his mind, and those cerebral cortical tentacles filtered and diverted them to areas of the brain that were not normally used.
At this moment, Aruken felt that he had gained a brand new body.
A steel body with infinite power.
All kinds of data appeared in his eyes, showing everything about the Sky Punishment-class Titan.
Weapon readiness, fuel levels, and a million other bits and pieces all come to mind.
At this moment, he is this Sky Punishment-class Titan, the two have become one.
As Aruken was connected to Titan's main control center, the plasma energy level that served as an energy supply began to increase slowly.
Under Aruken's will, the Titans pointed their huge cannons toward the sky, arrogant enough to declare war on the illusory gods.
When everything was ready, Aruken controlled the Titan and took heavy steps toward his own battlefield.
He would become an Iron Lord on the battlefield, fighting for the Emperor and Guilliman.
In the Titan hangar, cheers rang out from countless people.
They witnessed the Sky Punishment-class Titan walk out, and everyone's eyes were burning.
Such a magnificent war machine has reduced everyone's fear of the Tyranids.
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Star Fortress.
Dozens of nutrition capsules were connected together, and many skinny astropaths were placed inside them.
With the help of special means, all their souls were connected together and entered the highest heaven.
The unrivaled shadow is approaching.
That incomparable darkness corroded all the galaxies along the way and obscured the soul light of the stars.
They looked in the direction of Hive Fleet Behemoth.
The Imperium's astrocomms network produced no psychic sounds, no crackles of ships entering and leaving the Warp.
There was no noise from the multitude of souls on those once-inhabited worlds, no screams from the death of planets.
Even the demons that often howled in the warp disappeared without a trace.
All they could observe was a void and an oppressive silence that was more terrifying than the storm.
The souls of the Astropaths are intertwined and they speak together to form a chorus.
This force, attempting to penetrate this terrible darkness, convey their plight to the great Primarch and bring back the information the Commanders needed.
However, the terrifying shadow of the warp blocked everything.
The first psychic screamed in pain and despair, his body twitching in the nutrient solution.
The second and the third followed closely.
They all cried and howled.
The shadow of terror obscured all their attempts to contact the outside world.
It's like a mature hunter taking away all chances of escape for the prey.
Any Astropath who attempts to echo this will suffer severe damage to their soul.
A Chapter Librarian watched their screams, and after a moment, he made his decision.
"That's enough. Disconnect the communication."
Following his order, the connection between many Astropaths and the Supreme Heaven was cut off.
Their chorus also ended.
"They are coming, my lord." An astropath who still had strength left said as he climbed the wall of the nutrient tank.
"I'll tell Master Calgar," the Librarian said.
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The tactical center located in the high-rise fortress of the hive city.
Pale yellow sunlight shines in through the six-meter-thick bulletproof glass.
The fortress has been reinforced to withstand devastating blows.
With the help of transparent bulletproof glass, Calgar could see the endless hive buildings.
There were hundreds of people in the tactical center, and they all stayed quietly in their positions.
Silently performing his duties as a part of the war machine.
A dozen separate command teams sat near the central holosphere in the tactical center.
Responsible for monitoring every aspect of the Vitria system's defense.
Each of them is an imperial hero with rich combat experience and extraordinary reputation.
They fight in the darkness to protect humanity, fulfilling their duties until death.
These great heroes of the empire are all waiting for Calgar's orders.
And Calgar sat on the throne made for him, his eyes fixed on the holographic ball.
The holographic sphere depicts the Vetria star system.
The huge star is still rotating slowly like a fireball.
Acting unconcerned about the horrific battle that was about to come.
This is a very sad thing.
The Imperium of Man, with its millions of worlds, is considered by every man and woman to be the most powerful being that has ever existed.
Yet to the universe, the human empire is insignificant.
Back in the earliest days when intelligent life first appeared, stars were young.
The Warp is also calm and peaceful, and fear has not yet extended its tentacles into the material realm.
The Empire of Man is merely the most recent of a long series of similar states that have been established since then.
The Eldar and the Undead always say with disdain that humans are just savage monkeys who bring only bloody battles to the galaxy.
But he completely forgot all the terrible things he had done to the universe.
Without them, the universe would definitely not be so bad.
The first interstellar civilization established by humans was destroyed by the horrific legacy left by those ancient races that claimed to be civilized and advanced.
The Second Imperial civilization also paid a heavy price for this. The ashes of the dead filled the gears of history, and countless humans paid for the crises caused by those ancient alien races.
All the men and women huddled together to bear the unbearable weight of life.
Countless human beings were born in this dark, terrifying and bloody era, struggling for survival.
Chaos wants to completely crush humanity by any means necessary and enslave this pitiful and pathetic race.
Alien races also came from all directions, trying to dismember the empire.
There was a hurried sound of heavy footsteps, and a Primaris Space Marine walked in.
Karga regained his composure.
Humanity never needs to be defined or recognized by any race or existence.
They will overcome all hardships and ultimately defeat all enemies.
This will never be changed.
"My lord, the Tyranids are coming," the Primaris Marine said. "The Astropaths have detected their arrival."
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