Chapter 501 We Need to Be More Advanced

Although the leg structure is much stronger than the track and the jet pad, if you can build an anti-gravity suspension device, why do you need legs?

The arm has no rationality. The extended mechanical arm is for holding weapons, so why not install the weapons directly on the torso? It also saves the effort of making high-precision mechanical arms.

There is no need for the head. If it is just for integrating the observation system and radar equipment, it can be flattened and stuffed into the body.

Is the huge volume to increase the impact area? Of course, it is designed to be as small as possible.

Finally, after comprehensive consideration, the blueprint of the mecha looks no different from a tank.

"But you did design the Titans and Knights, didn't you?"

"Ahem. We didn't think of using them to fight a real war. Since the establishment of the Human Federation, there have been only three serious wars, one to annihilate the Orc Empire, and the remaining two were exchanges of fire with the Spirit Empire. When fighting them, we didn't use Titans once. My suggestion is that it's better to build cheaper tanks and exoskeletons instead of building mechas."

Odermayer rejected Lin Fan's idea of ​​building mechas and began to consider what kind of war equipment the current universe needs.

The greenskins and Tyranids are numerous and strong, with thick skin and hard bones, chaos corrosion is pervasive, and the subspace demons exist against the laws of physics.

The new armor must be both large and sufficient, with firepower to go in and out of the sea of ​​people, and weapons that can kill demons.

Ah. It's so troublesome. If it were in the past, she would have stuffed the tank with an AI combat system and then installed a high-power Geller field generator, and all demons would have starved to death in the tank.

But Odemaier remembered the name of the third unknown existence on the contract, and the AI ​​master control agreement of the final product. She could only imagine the automatic combat equipment of the golden age in her mind.

"First of all, we need a super-powerful firepower system." Odemaier picked up a pen and wrote and drew on the board to herself.

"Then we need a strong enough defense and a flexible enough movement system."

"Finally, we need to reduce the impact area and add some metaphysical decorations and design structures."

Odemaier stopped her hand, sighed at the drawing, and then threw it in front of Lin Fan, asking for his opinion.

Lin Fan took the board curiously, and the design that caught his eye was more like a flying flat chapel with artillery and shields than a tank.

"I can only say that this is very loyal. Such a loyal vehicle should be enough to fight demons. So how to deal with the enemy's armored forces? If it doesn't work, just upgrade the original equipment, just like you upgraded the Leman Russ."

"I'll think about it again. The upgrade of soldiers is also imminent. I plan to strengthen the combat and survivability of soldiers and provide them with better power armor."

"This sounds like the Astra Militarum version of the Astartes warrior, but with less genetic modification. With such a drastic upgrade of equipment, I always feel that this dog Tzeentch will cause trouble."

Lin Fan's worries are not unreasonable. The Imperial Mechanicus has always been cautious in technology to guard against Tzeentch's interference. Although the current imperial weapons are indeed stupid, big and black, which makes Odemeier's blood pressure soar, these weapons and equipment that have been tested for more than 10,000 years are indeed guaranteed to deal with Tzeentch's corruption.

But why is there nothing wrong with the new equipment made by Cawl? Or is it that not all equipment can be corrupted and affected by Tzeentch?

Lin Fan could only persuade Odmayer to design the weapon more religiously, or to simply use the original equipment design to make minor repairs, so that the new equipment could carry more of the Emperor's divine power to deal with possible chaos corrosion.

After leaving Odmayer's weapons research institute, Lin Fan prepared to see how the spirit bones in the underground fortress were growing.

Since he inserted the bones given to him by Qianmian into the ground, these pale bones began to grow slowly and visibly, and it was unknown to what extent these bones would be considered complete.

Lin Fan looked at the spirit bones that had grown to dozens of meters high, and thought of Iverene's Death Army. They were still collecting the Crone Sword, thinking about killing Slaanesh to save their race.

As a result, Slaanesh has now become his wife and an ally of the Human Empire in the warp.

This news is too explosive, and he has never had the opportunity to tell the Death Army. God knows where they are in the galaxy now.

Lin Fan looked at the spirit bones and still had no movement, so he turned around and prepared to leave. He heard a crackling sound behind him, a mixed sound of broken bones and glass filling Lin Fan's ears.

Looking back, he saw the towering spirit bone cracking from the middle and moving horizontally to both sides. There was a space between the two slender spirit bones, which was cracking inch by inch with the fluctuation of the spirit bone energy.

A pale vortex was formed after the shattering, and a gust of wind composed of lightning struck Lin Fan.

In the brilliant light, a team of gorgeously dressed warriors

walked out of the gate. One of them was a tall Eldar woman with a hairstyle, scanning the surrounding scene with her psychic eyes.

"It fits my imagination of human equipment, lacking artistic decoration, and only simple pale plate-like structures."

Iverene held an old woman's sword in her hand. In the angry face that Lin Fan once knew, there was a hint of divinity. It seemed that the god of death had poured more power into his chosen one.

The Thousand Faces who gave Lin Fan the fragments of the spirit bone was still a man who didn't like to talk and kept strangers away. There were more faces on his red armor, with different expressions, and he looked like a Slaanesh cultist with a human face.

The equipment of the Death Army was not uniform. Some had the smooth and neat close-fitting armor of the Ark Eldar, and some had the thin armor full of spikes and sharp blades of the Dark Eldar. The only thing that was uniform was that this group of people believed in the God of Death and loyally served the God of Death, the Chosen One, Ivreene.

Lin Fan looked at the people who passed through the Webway Gate and greeted them.

Ivreene and Thousand Faces walked towards Lin Fan and performed the complicated etiquette that the Eldar needed to perform when they met.

"Since we separated from Gomor last time, I couldn't imagine how you survived the hands of the Lord of Desire. Now you look unharmed and have planted the Spirit Bone Gate."

Ivreene looked a little excited. She had collected three Crone Swords, and only the skeleton of Bjetan and the two swords held by Slaanesh had not been collected yet.

When Guilliman woke up, he thought his son was stupid for fighting by following the book.