Chapter 895 Cats and Dogs
The whole beast was folded in half, and each carriage was connected to several other carriages by a simple but powerful ejection device. When the beast completely entered the enemy's position, these ejection devices would violently splash each carriage on the enemy's head.
The bottom of the beast was equipped with four rows of dense anti-gravity equipment. These rough-shaped equipment were also learned by Sage Titus from a video sent by a friend.
Microgravity generator, Sage Titus called this thing that was about the size of a Space Marine's palm, but Dimiter thought that this microgravity generator should be followed by a suffix - microgravity generator (extremely unstable version).
Orcs' things always make the sages who study them express both admiration and contempt. The exquisite design of this microgravity generator made Sage Titus extremely excited, and its high instability also made Sage Titus extremely distressed.
After no design could solve the instability problem of the essence, Sage Titus chose the most brutal and simple way to solve the problem, that is, to pile up the number.
The cost of this microgravity generator is not too high. It can be roughly equivalent to the cost of a box of laser rifles. With the material support of the Cadia Command, tens of thousands of servitors and millions of Cadia workers working overtime to produce, finally met the needs of the mechanical behemoth. There are 800 microgravity generators installed underground in each carriage. When one temporarily fails, the other generators will drag the faulty generator to continue operating until the faulty generator returns to normal.
There are 800 microgravity generators in a carriage running at full power alternately to reduce the huge hidden dangers caused by the instability of the machine. Put it on the entire train, that is, 200,000 microgravity generators are running alternately. In the report submitted by Sage Titus, the probability of 200,000 microgravity generators failing at the same time is negligible.
Sage Titus: "Of course, even if the microgravity generator fails at the same time, the huge inertia of the behemoth will still make it rush forward, and the combat goal can still be achieved."
Standing in a car with the upper and lower metal decks removed, Dimiter felt the tremor of the microgravity generator taking effect alternately. Even through the ceramic steel boots, Dimiter still felt that he was stepping on the surging waves.
Dimitri couldn't help but sigh, even if he was sitting in an airdrop cabin aimed at by the enemy's anti-aircraft guns, it would not be more shaky than the inside of this behemoth.
Twenty mechanical behemoths arrived at the designated location. The Krieg Death Corps had completed preparations in this area and arranged them into a small square of 200 people in a unit according to the standards of the behemoth's car, which was quite pleasing to the eye from a distance.
The behemoth stopped, and the microgravity generator made a terrifying rumbling sound when suppressing the huge inertia, just like those vehicles that were about to be scrapped after their service life expired.
The Kriegs were indifferent to the huge noise and remained silent.
The behemoth slowly stopped, and the side door of the carriage slammed to the ground. Then, as the commissar blew his whistle, the Krieg army rushed into the carriage in unison. The uniform footsteps and orderly deployment made Dimiter feel happy.
"Hello, technical brother of the Dark Angels." A barbaric voice sounded, and along with the voice came the smell of wild beasts and strong alcohol. Dimiter should have smelled such a strong smell a long time ago.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Dimiter saw a group of space wolves standing ten meters away from him, covered with wild beasts' teeth and fur, with convenient bolt pistols, grenades, explosives and honey wine pots hung around their waists.
They are really a group of barbarians, aren't they?
Dimiter frowned with some disgust. He always felt that his ears heard some wild wolves suppressing their throats to prevent them from howling in front of him.
"Hello, sons of Fenris." Demeter greeted indifferently. The Dark Angels and Space Wolves have been at odds for a long time. The fight between Leman Russ and the Heirs of Lion has not stopped until today. Whenever the two chapters meet, they will have a competition to get together. The winner enjoys dignity and the loser endures humiliation. But now is obviously not the best time to have a competition.
Olwen Gaoluo, the wolf lord of the Iron Wolf Company, smelled the unfriendly smell from Dimit. He sniffed, then grinned and showed two sharp teeth and said, "Wolves will approach quietly before hunting prey. When the prey finds out, he can't escape from the wolf's hunting."
"So am I your prey, Olwen Wolf Lord?"
"You. No, no, no." Olwen shook his head and approached Dimit. His body wrapped in power armor was obviously a circle larger than Dimit. Then the wolf lord whispered to Dimit, "You are just a lone kitten."
Dimitri was angered by Olwen's humiliation, but he did not swing the Wanji Shen Power Axe at Olwen, but activated the pliers on the servo suit to hit Olwen.
Orwin dodged the attack, then punched Dimitri in the chest and laughed, "Well, you are no longer a lonely kitten, but an angry but sensible little lion!"
Dimitri had no interest in Orwin's probing and praise. He turned around and shifted his attention from the annoying wolf to the giant beast, although he had checked it hundreds of times on the way here.
Tsk tsk. This little gear is really a gear.
Faced with Dimit's indifferent reaction, Orwen didn't care at all, just called on his wolf cubs to quickly board the carriage.
"Wait!" Dimit raised his head suddenly, trying to stop the fact that he was about to squeeze with the wild wolves.
"What's wrong, kid?" Orwen said, blowing his greasy beard, "Haven't you finished checking this carriage yet? That's too bad~"
"No, I mean."
"What do you mean? Should we switch positions with the Nova Marines over there?" Orwen looked over pretentiously, then complained, "It's too far! It will take dozens of seconds for us to get on the train after we get there. How about saving this time to beat the enemy?"
Dimitri knew that he couldn't stop it, so he could only stand aside and watch the Space Wolves fill one carriage after another with resentment. As long as he thought about him squeezing into a carriage with nine wild wolves, Dimit's three lungs were at risk of failure.
Seeing Dimit's sullen look, Orwen smiled even more brightly. He liked to tease the dark angels who had not yet fully grown their hair, and Demeter was obviously one of them.