"I haven't read much, so I can't say nice things. I can only give you a thumbs up and say 666."
"Doraemon, you're so fucking awesome and so fucking handsome."
Looking at the heavily armored Tomorrow III exoskeleton armor in front of him.
Rigby gave two thumbs up.
A burst of flattery made Doraemon's mouth curl up, and he felt a little dizzy.
This exoskeleton powered armor is five meters tall.
Key vital positions are covered with thick armor plates.
It uses control methods such as limb drive sensing and neural connection.
Equipped with a powerful lumberjack gun and multi-laser.
There is also a chainsaw sword, a definite killing weapon on the battlefield.
Although it is simple, it already has the prototype of a mecha.
After several iterations, it can evolve into a mecha.
Doraemon Workshop has a promising future.
"The battery life is a bit poor." Doraemon said: "You have to pay attention to the battery at all times. Don't wait until it breaks down before changing it."
"No problem. I've already negotiated with the Blood Dove brigade. Once the war starts, they will pay special attention to us and airdrop ammunition boxes and energy batteries to us."
Doraemon nodded, "As for the performance, I tested it."
"It's not a big problem, but details like control and control require battlefield data feedback before they can be optimized."
"When the battle is over, remember to bring me the data disk."
Rigby made an OK gesture.
"Don't worry, even if the person can't come back, the data disk will be sent back to you."
Doraemon opened the armor plate of the exoskeleton, revealing the cockpit inside, and said to Rigby, "Go in and give it a try."
Rigby climbed into the driver's seat and connected to the control system.
He had previously made a neural interface from Magos Theresa, which came in handy now.
As he pressed the start button, the exoskeleton armor was activated.
A large amount of data poured into the cogitator system.
Information such as the auspicious instrument, ammunition, and batteries is displayed intuitively in front of Rigby through the HUD panel.
"Driving a mecha is every boy's dream."
"Now my dream has come true. Praise the Emperor, praise Omnissiah."
Rigby shouted excitedly.
He controlled the exoskeleton and walked back and forth a few times.
Then he threw a punch with such force that it was enough to tear a person into pieces.
Rigby activated the chainsaw sword on his wrist again.
The sharp saw blade rotating at high speed makes the air whistle sharply.
"Great! I can't wait to start killing people."
"This thing will surely tear through those enemies' bodies with ease."
Doraemon stood a little further away to avoid being accidentally injured.
"As long as you are satisfied, please remember to pay the balance in time."
"Don't worry, I'll transfer money to your bank card when I'm offline."
Customizing the Tomorrow III exoskeleton armor is not cheap.
Rigby didn't have enough contribution points, so he agreed to pay part of the payment with real money.
"Each of you choose one and go up."
Rigby asked his teammates to choose one set each from the remaining four sets of heavy-armored Tomorrow Type III.
After becoming proficient in the operation, he put on the exoskeleton armor and walked out of the Doraemon Workshop and headed for the Imperial Glory.
Compared with the Imperial Knight Mecha, the Heavy Tomorrow III Exoskeleton is extremely simple.
Parts of the hydraulic pipes and batteries are exposed, exuding a rough and wild temperament.
But such a big guy still attracted the attention of players along the way.
"Damn, he's so handsome."
"Damn it, I want it too."
"So big, so strong, I love it."
"I'm envious and jealous."
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Rigby looked very proud as he drove the heavy-duty Tomorrow III vehicle past the players.
Magos Theresa, who was checking the various systems of the space station, saw this scene from the surveillance.
The crude structure and design are a blasphemy and an offense to Omnissiah.
If it were someone else, Theresa would definitely have ordered the heavy cavalry servitors and the Skitarii soldiers to execute them.
But these guys are Saints, the ones chosen by Omnissiah.
To target Saints is to betray Omnissiah.
"Why do they, who are clearly Omnissiah's Saints, offend Omnissiah's creations like this?"
A question that had never occurred to Magos Theresa came to her mind.
Would Omnissiah really be angry if someone modified an STC creation?
Or, those so-called regulations are just rules made up by the old guys on Mars.
Omnissiah does not acknowledge it at all, so Saints can change His creation at will.
Magos Theresa began to doubt the Martian Mechanicus.
Perhaps, I can also be like those Saints.
Use your wisdom to improve the mechanical creations left behind by Omnissiah.
Imperial Glory, Temple of Prayer.
Daniel prayed in front of the Emperor's statue and opened his personal data panel.
Review your gains so far.
His current level is 10, and his physical fitness is comparable to that of a little superman.
Enhanced skills: Fanaticism, Blessing, Purification, Roar, Prayer, Aura of Reason, Shield of Faith, Soothing Machine Spirit, Light of the Emperor.
Passive Skills: Melee Combat (Mastery), One-Handed Sword (Mastery), Two-Handed Sword (Adeptness), Throwing (Adeptness), Warp Sense, Warp Siphon.
Active skills: Psionic Pyroblast, Aether Shard, Mind Touch.
Equipment: Alcan League power armor, Munitions Ministry one-handed power sword, Locke spearhead bolter, and the Blade of the Inquisition awarded by the Emperor.
After reading it, Daniel closed the personal information panel.
Pray to the Emperor for gene-seed exchange.
He wanted to be promoted to Astartes.
Because, we are about to participate in the war on the surface of the planet Atomal.
He needed a stronger force to break the loyalists' disadvantageous situation.
The previous exp points was completely consumed because of the need to improve psychic skills.
But every time players kill an enemy, a portion of the Exp Points they gain will be given to Daniel.
Therefore, his exp points quickly accumulated again.
Soon he accumulated enough Exp Points to get promoted.
"I don't know what gene-seed is suitable for me. Please don't rebel against the Primarch."
If we get the gene-seed of the World Eaters, Thousand Sons, and other legions, we'll have to call those rebellious bastards daddy.
Just thinking about it made Daniel feel terrible.
As he prayed, a ray of light fell on Daniel.
The surrounding environment also distorted and changed.
When everything returned to normal, Daniel found himself in a magnificent city.
The city is very magnificent, with buildings of various styles standing in the city.
A black star with a golden edge hung in the sky.
"The Emperor's Sanctuary?"
Daniel saw Yuji's strategy post during a group chat.
It describes that after the player dies and is resurrected, he will pass through a beautiful giant city.
The suspected holy land of the Emperor - the City of Dust.
Heavy footsteps sounded.
Daniel turned his head and found a golden-armored warrior walking behind him.
The other person has a resolute and handsome face.
His voice was full of authority and power.
"You did a great job, kid."
"Who are you?" Daniel asked.
"I have had many names, each with its own story. Now some call me the King in Yellow."
"The King in Yellow? The first commander of the Imperial Guards, one of the three great men of the empire, Valdor?" Daniel's eyes widened. "Why are you here?"
"It seems that you know me very well, but I have no right to tell you any truth."
Valdor said, "My duty is to guide you to the gift that has been prepared long ago."
"Gift?" Daniel looked puzzled.
"This way."
Valdor motioned Daniel to follow him.
Daniel looked around and finally followed.
They passed through several empty streets and came to a magnificent square.
There are twenty magnificent pillars reaching the sky in the square.
Dark golden light descended from the huge star in the sky and connected to the top of the pillar.
There are also different patterns on the surface of the pillars.
The first pillar has a sword and wings.
The second one was smooth as new, without any pattern.
The third is the emblem of the Imperial Imperial.
The fourth is a metal helmet.
Daniel quickly determined that those patterns were the emblems of the Astartes Legions during the Great Crusade.
The twenty pillars represent the twenty legions.
"Should I choose one?" Daniel asked.
Valdor shook his head, "No need, keep going."
Passing twenty magnificent pillars that reached the sky, Daniel saw a magnificent platform.
There is a golden throne on the platform.
A bright light floated above the throne.
"Go and get your gift." Valdor pointed at the ball of light.
"You won't trick me into sitting on the throne, will you?" Daniel asked warily.
"You are not worthy to replace my Lord." Valdor replied without any emotion.
Daniel: "."
Although it is the truth, it is a bit too hurtful to say it so bluntly.
"Go quickly, don't waste time." Valdor said, "You can't stay too long, or you'll attract those guys."
Daniel walked towards the throne and reached out to touch the ball of light.
The next second, countless voices suddenly exploded in his ears.
Old and young, men and women, kings and beggars, rich and poor.
Countless voices rang out, yet it seemed as if there was only one voice.
Countless dark truths and knowledge flooded into Daniel's mind.
It quickly slipped from his mind.
Daniel felt like he was being constantly kneaded and reshaped by a huge force.
This process lasted for a long time, but it felt like only a moment.
When Daniel came to his senses, he looked around.
I found myself still standing in front of the statue in the prayer chapel.
The magnificent city was gone, and Valdor was gone too.
The holographic projection interface floating nearby showed that only a few minutes had passed.
Daniel stretched out his hand and discovered his changes.
His original height was 175 cm.
Now, he is nearly three meters and five meters tall, a real little giant.
The muscles are well-developed, strong and powerful.
Take a deep breath and you can feel the surging power surging in your body.
"Promoted to Astartes in just a few minutes? Isn't that too fast?"
"I'm not ascending to a demon, am I?"
Daniel opened his mouth wide.
He always felt that he was not promoted to Astartes, but to a demon.
The entire Astartes surgery process takes a year.
I finished it in a few minutes.
If it's not ascending to the devil, then what is it?
At this moment, two rays of light flashed in front of the magnificent shrine.
Yuji and WrongHammer are online.
As soon as they opened their eyes, they saw Daniel, who had just completed his promotion and was adapting to his own abilities and strength.
With a body over three meters tall and muscular, he looks like a god from ancient mythology.
It looks very oppressive.
"The Guide was promoted to Astartes?"
"You're stupid. How can an Astartes be that tall? This is clearly a Primarch."
"Oh my goodness, I haven't been online for a day, and the guide has turned into an E-level demon."