Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

War, this cruel word, shows its truest image in countless corners of the universe, with the charging of soldiers, the death of civilians, and the evil god behind the scenes who always looks at all the poor people struggling on the battlefield with bloody and violent eyes.

Curtis Mannheim, he has experienced countless wars, and every war involving the Titan Legion is no different from the end of the world. When his legion steps onto the battlefield, no matter how beautiful the garden is after transformation and atmospheric restoration The world will wither under their doomsday weapons. Mannheim doesn't like war, but in this dark galaxy of endless cruelty, he never has a choice.

Power, this is a word that means a lot to many people, it is a simple thing that everyone desires. In the shock of power, worlds unite with each other. In the desire for power, brothers become strangers. It powerfully drives everyone's life, and is also the biggest culprit of their death and silence. Few people can truly think about its meaning and feel its heavy embrace.

Fortunately, Curtis Mannheim is a member who understands power. When countless interfaces are modified on your body, the body undergoes precise and lengthy mechanical replacement in order to adapt to the dialogue and fusion of the divine machine and the machine soul. , your body will become weak and rickety. The heavy parts in your body limit your physical growth, and the life-sustaining cables weigh down your back. Mannheim didn't like how he looked when he was no longer a god. He was so thin and short that he had to raise his head slightly when he looked at the Astra Militarum soldiers. He liked and was immersed in the machine soul of the divine machine, and liked the unique feeling of being completely consciously connected to the divine machine. From that perspective, everything he needed to look up at disappeared and became a tiny black spot on the ground. The feeling of being looked up to is very beautiful.

Gods, this is a word with more meanings. Human beings have worshiped gods since they were able to look up at the stars and tremble in the roar of nature. They think about the nature of gods, understand the will of gods, and obtain the favor of gods. In the name of the gods, he launched a war to annihilate his family, and died for their favor and sight.

Those ship-building docks floating in the skies of backward worlds became, over the course of hundreds of years, temples to the gods throughout the planet. They humbly and devoutly transported the ore they dug up, and performed a grand worship ceremony at the huge temple that was gradually completed in the eyes of generations.

Until the ship is completely built and slowly escapes their sight under their pious gaze, the sky and wider universe that are unreachable to them are the residences of the gods. Mannheim's Titan is also regarded as a walking god. He knows that he can easily crush mountains and cut off rivers, and the weapons on his body are enough to steam the ocean. But he never thinks of himself as a god, he is just a god. A humble mortal is fortunate enough to be able to follow the greatest miracle of Omnisiah and witness everything in the galaxy in his short life.

Explosions and tremors came, and the amniotic fluid capsule surrounding Mannheim ruptured. His grand vision became small in an instant, and he was unable to connect to the Titan's perception. His world was deeply restricted by his limited human senses. He could no longer see the horror ahead.

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

Shards of glass and rolled-up decks scraped Mannheim's body, bleeding milky blood that had been heavily modified and replaced. Mannheim rose from the ground, haunted by his own petty weaknesses and worries, as a human and a member of the Order of the Titans, who dreamed of following in the footsteps of the gods, sharing consciousness with the divine Titans, and inhabiting them. in its mighty body.

In the perception of the first connection, the depth of the universe and the fear of human beings will never shake his soul again. But now, with the divine machine burning in flames under Ork fire and suffering from damage to its mechanical structure, he knew he had lost the honor of being the captain of the Holy Titan. But now, he needs to protect his last honor.

If we are to preserve our last vestiges of honor, we must recollect ourselves as human beings.

Mannheim moved slowly and painfully inch by inch, dragging the mortal remains of his flesh across the cabin and closer to the console.

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

More orcs watched the dying Titan roar savagely and cling to this sacred creation. The earth-shattering sound of the ancient giant's artillery fire did not sound again. The orcs wanted to plunder it, remove everything useful from it, and use its blessed parts to build more weird devices. They wanted to make the Titan tainted. .

Mannheim, whose chain was suddenly broken, was leaning on the console to regain his spirit and strength. The chain was suddenly broken without proper procedures. This caused him to feel cramp-like pain in the joints on his back and behind his head, and his lungs were soaked with amniotic fluid. He was shrinking continuously, and he would die of weakness within a few minutes.

Open a medical bag in the sealed box under the console and pull out a poisonous sedative that can forcibly extend your life. This glowing green sedative is extracted from wild animals in a jungle world. When these animals are about to die, they inject this special hormone into their bodies to make themselves stronger. The speed became faster, the blood in his body solidified faster, and then he died together with his enemy in the last five minutes.

The cold feeling of needle pricks came from Mannheim's neck, and the burning feeling instantly spread throughout his cold body. "Omnisiah, please have mercy on me to complete my final mission." Mannheim, who regained his energy and strength, said to The gods prayed, moved the carbonized operator's body connected to the console, and unplugged the interface.

After carefully adjusting the parameters and shape of the interface on 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, Mannheim was uncomfortable with this completely different feeling. He tried hard to recall everything he had learned in the Titan Order, and searched for the Titan Machine Soul in the sea of ​​clouds of binary holy codes.