Chapter 46 The Boundary Between Man and God

War, this cruel word shows its truest image in countless corners of the universe, the charge of soldiers, the death of civilians, and the evil gods behind the scenes who always watch all the poor creatures struggling on the battlefield with bloody and tyrannical eyes.

Curtis Mannheim, he has experienced countless wars, and every war with the intervention of the Titan Legion is no different from the advent of doomsday. When his legion goes to the battlefield, no matter how beautiful the garden world is transformed and repaired, it will wither under their doomsday weapons. Mannheim doesn't like war, but in this endless and cruel dark galaxy, he has never had a choice.

Power, this is a word with profound meaning to many people, and it is a simple thing that everyone desires. In the shock of power, the world and the world are united. In the desire for power, brothers are strangers. It strongly drives everyone's life, and it is also the biggest culprit for their death and silence. Few people can really think about its meaning and feel its heavy embrace in person.

Fortunately, Curtis Mannheim is one of those who understands power. When countless interfaces are transformed on your body, and your body undergoes a precise and long mechanical replacement to adapt to the dialogue and fusion of the divine machine and the machine soul, your body will become weak and hunched. The heavy parts in your body restrict the growth of your body, and the cables that sustain your life crush your back. Mannheim doesn't like the way he looked when he was separated from the divine machine and became a human. He was so thin and short that he had to slightly raise his head when he looked at the soldiers of the Star Army. He liked to immerse himself in the machine soul of the divine machine and the unique feeling of being completely connected with the divine machine. In that perspective, everything he needed to look up to disappeared and became a tiny black dot on the ground. The feeling of being looked up to by the one who looks up is very beautiful.

God, this is a word with more meanings. Since humans can look up at the stars and tremble in the roar of nature, they have worshipped gods. They think about the nature of gods, understand the will of gods, and gain the favor of gods. In the name of the gods, they launched a war of genocide, and died for their favor and a glimpse.

The shipbuilding docks floating in the sky of the backward world became the temples of the gods for the entire planet in hundreds of years. They humbly and piously transported the ore they dug up, and performed a grand worship ceremony for the huge temple that was completed bit by bit in the eyes of generations.

Until the ship was completely built and slowly left their sight under their pious gaze, the sky and the wider universe that were unattainable to them were the residence of the gods. Mannheim's Titan was also regarded as a walking god. He knew that he could easily crush mountains and cut rivers, and the weapons on his body were enough to evaporate the ocean, but he never thought of himself as a god. He was just a humble mortal who was fortunate to follow the greatest miracles of Omnesia and witness everything in the galaxy in his short life.

Explosions and tremors came, and the amniotic fluid chamber wrapped around Mannheim broke. His grand vision became small in an instant, unable to access the perception of the Titan. His world was deeply limited by his limited human senses, and he could not see the horror ahead.

The operators, radar officers, and engineers on the bridge were all killed in the orcs' artillery fire. The void shield was completely overloaded a few minutes ago and has not been repaired until now. The luxurious and sturdy bridge was reduced to ruins, and the power cables hung from the broken ceiling. Mannheim struggled to untie the access cables wrapped around his limbs, and his body fell out of the amniotic fluid chamber uncontrollably.

The fragments of glass and the rolled-up deck scratched Mannheim's body, and milky white blood that had been heavily modified and replaced flowed out. Mannheim climbed up from the ground, troubled by his insignificant weakness and worries. As a human, a member of the Titan Order, he dreamed of following the footsteps of the gods, sharing consciousness with the sacred Titan, and living in its powerful body.

In the perception of the first connection, the depth of the universe and the fear of being a human would never shake his soul again. But now, the divine machine was burning in the flames of the orcs' artillery fire and suffering from the damage of the mechanical structure. He knew that he had lost the honor of being the captain of the sacred Titan. But now, he needed to protect the last honor.

If we want to protect the last honor, we must recall everything about being human again.

Mannheim moved slowly and painfully, dragging the remnants of his mortal body through the cabin and approaching the control console.

There was another creaking sound of metal twisting and the sound of unlubricated mechanical structure. The body of the Titan tilted downward, as if it could no longer withstand the orcs' firepower and was about to fall to the ground. Mannheim's body fell to the control console in a loss of balance. He hid his whole body behind to prevent himself from falling to death from the ruptured wound in front of the tilted deck.

More orcs looked at the dying Titan and roared wildly, clinging to this sacred creation. The earth-shaking sound of Gu Juji's artillery fire did not sound again. The orcs wanted to plunder it, dismantle everything useful on it, and use its blessed parts to build more weird devices. They wanted to taint the Titan.

Mannheim, whose chain was suddenly broken, leaned on the operating table to recover his spirit and strength. The chain was suddenly broken without proper procedures, which made him feel cramp-like pain in the connection between his back and the back of his head. His lungs soaked in amniotic fluid were shrinking. He would die in weakness in a few minutes.

Open a medical kit in the sealed box under the operating table and take out a highly toxic sedative that can forcibly prolong life. This green-glowing sedative is extracted from a wild animal in a jungle world. When this animal is dying, it will inject this special hormone into its whole body to make itself stronger, faster, and the blood in its body coagulate faster, and then die with its enemy in the last five minutes.

The cold feeling of needles came from Mannheim's neck, and the burning feeling instantly spread throughout his cold body. "Omnissia, please have mercy on me and complete my last mission." Mannheim, who has recovered his spirit and strength, prayed to the gods, and moved the carbonized corpse of the operator connected to the operating table away and unplugged the interface.

After carefully adjusting the interface parameters and shape in his hand, Mannheim was able to barely connect the wiring behind his head. From controlling the entire body to controlling the data flow of the entire Titan, this completely different feeling made Mannheim uncomfortable. He tried hard to recall everything he had learned in the Titan Order, searching for the Titan Machine Soul in the sea of ​​binary holy codes.