Chapter 135 New Clothes

Looking at the watch on Diliya's hand twisted to the quarter position of the dial, Lin Fan knew that the attack on this Titan Cemetery had begun.

First, the fire came from one end of the horizon, and then there were several strings of dense, continuous gunfire sounds that could not be distinguished by human ears.

This feeling was like lighting ten bundles of firecrackers at the same time. The crackling sound of fried beans was covered by more and denser crackling sounds, and any attempt to identify the sound became a fantasy.

The orcs' positions were awakened by the artillery of the Imperial Army. In this cemetery with a faint light, Lin Fan could see that the huge garbage plant had awakened.

The majestic orcs' smiling faces on the big Waaagh! flag tower connected by hydraulic pumps and cranes were closing up and down with flames spewing from their mouths, making a harsh friction sound.

The orcs' shabby armored vehicles were decorated and painted differently by their owners, representing their owners' personalities and characteristics.

The sky of the entire city was even awakened. Lin Fan could see the Orcs' anti-aircraft artillery's massive and continuous firepower being delivered to the thick polluted clouds in the sky. The flashing deadly metal storm's arc in the air was so beautiful.

It was like the meteorites in the sky were fed back to the universe by people.

But Lin Fan didn't have much time to admire this unique beauty. He was now waiting in a digging drill with the assault team. He observed the movements of the Space Marines from the servo skull connected to the drill.

If this action is described again, it would be very simple.

The Imperial Army attracted the attention of the Orcs and fought on the magnificent plains steamed by the plasma annihilation cannon. The Space Marines fell from the sky to clean up the high-threat fortress cannons and positions of the Orcs, and by the way, they looked for the boss who commanded this area.

Lin Fan and his team had to take advantage of the double chaos of the Space Marines and the frontal army to quickly find the human slaves in the city's slave camps and rescue them.

As for whether to escort these captured and disgraced people alive or let them continue to serve the Emperor, it depends on the specific situation.

"It should be fine." Lin Fan spoke to the mechanical priest who was operating the earth-moving drill through the picture transmitted by the invisible servo skull.

The equipment on Lin Fan now looks ordinary, but in fact it has a very high technological content.

Not to mention the metaphysical statues given by the Emperor, let's talk about the small gifts that Trazyn made for Lin Fan in the past few days.

The severance stone pieces with ancient military quality that can absorb psychic energy, the inertial scraper that rewrites the basic operating rules and can ignore inertia to a certain extent.

And the ordinary full-body armor on Lin Fan now, this thing is actually an advanced AI that can move and think and run by itself, and has extremely strong self-repair and shaping capabilities.

According to Trazyn, this was found when he was exploring a human scientist's laboratory. At that time, this thing carrying the golden crystal of human technology was wandering aimlessly in an abandoned corridor.

It seems that when its creator wrote the code for the AI ​​of this suit, he was a little too human, and even engraved the weakness of human nature on it.

This smart suit went crazy until it was recalled by Trazyn and given to Lin Fan to wear.

It's not that Trazyn couldn't repair this suit, but there was really no need to bother with such a simple and easy-to-understand thing. His collection only accepts things with good historical value and commemorative significance, not toys bought from a dead scientist in a store to comfort himself that he has a girlfriend.

The repair of the damage of this suit and the interaction with Lin Fan are what Trazyn cares about most. He likes to watch plays. The more exciting and beyond the machine code, the happier he feels.

This kind of fresh feeling of freshness.

And it seems that Lin Fan is very satisfied with the self-repair function, so Trazyn didn't do too much new things for him.

For example, the lifting technology that allows himself to ascend to the fourth dimension to avoid general damage and lock the enemy's position.

Since he didn't ask for it, there is no need for him to do anything more.

In his long career as a stand-in, the happiest moments were not watching the powerless struggle of these childish and cute little humans with the lost property of the dynasty.

Instead, he used the things that only his identity could give him to actively limit his own strength, and savored the hard-earned satisfaction while immersing himself in the pleasure of his character.

Lin Fan didn't know that he would think so many twists and turns when he asked Taraxin for some fun stuff, but the clothes on his body did bring him a lot of surprises.

This armor was completely transformed. Not only did it look the same, but even its structure and basic materials were standard. Even Priest Delia couldn't see any doubts.

The only problem was that this dress was a little too talkative, and it always looked like an excited little girl opening her eyes to see the world for the first time.

But this was already very good. When Lin Fan just took this dress from Taraxin, the AI ​​in it had already gone crazy. It was not because of the waste code or the problem of the electronic demon, but simply because the intelligence was too high. A dress went crazy in loneliness.

Fortunately, Lin Fan has a powerful ability to purify negative attributes. To be honest, he thinks it is better to call these abilities the power of thinking, because his subconscious mind wants to use them, and then these things really compromise with his subconscious mind.

Now Lin Fan was enduring the joyful voice that only he could hear.

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He was not annoyed by such voices. After all, the voices were sweet and the volume was moderate. It was quite comfortable and pleasant after getting used to it. The only problem was that it interfered with his thoughts too much on the battlefield.

"Oh! God! God! Dear, what did I see! Amazing orcs!" The clothes on his body cheered again. If it were not for the form of the armor that fixed the body, this set of clothes would have been like an excited person with excited chest heaving.

"I say, Xiaoyi, don't make such a fuss. We still have a lot of things to do. If you shout so loudly, I will be distracted."

Xiaoyi did not reply immediately. Lin Fan only felt that his body was tightened by the clothes, and the touch was like a graceful person hugging him.

Damn. What on earth did the previous owner use this suit for?

Mentally complaining, ignoring the hug on his body, Lin Fan saw several meteor-like flames falling from the sky. Those were the airdrop pods that Cather White Fang and his men took to the enemy's interior.

The airdrop pods slightly adjusted their movements in the air, dodging the orcs' artillery, and from time to time they flew out a decoy missile to attract the firepower of the orcs' missiles, which exploded in the air, but did not affect the trajectory of the airdrop pods.

It smashed into the ground, crushing several unlucky orcs who were unable to dodge into meat patties. The doors of those airdrop pods opened, and the Space Wolves warriors walked out of them.

Wodehouse, with psychic lightning flashing in his eyes, Bennett, wearing black priest armor, and Cather White Fang, who always had a pot of strong liquor hanging around his waist, led the reckless and bloody Blood Claw cubs and the calm and experienced Gray Hunter to the battlefield.

Who will win? A group of immortal gods who have existed as long as the universe has existed, or a Stone Age psychic kid.