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

The entire behemoth is folded together, and each carriage is connected to several other carriages by ejection devices with simple structure but extremely strong thrust. When the behemoth completely enters the enemy's position, these ejection devices will launch it. Each carriage splashed violently on the enemy's heads.

The bottom of the behemoth is equipped with dense anti-gravity equipment arranged in four rows. These rough-looking equipment were also learned by Sage Theius from videos sent by friends.

Microgravity Generator, Sage Theius called this thing that is as big as the palm of a Space Marine, but Dimit felt that this microgravity generator should be followed by a suffix - Microgravity Generator (Extremely Unstable Version).

The things of the orcs always make the sages who study them express two emotions of admiration and contempt at the same time. The exquisite design of this microgravity generator makes the sage Tius extremely excited, and its high instability also makes Tius extremely excited. The sage felt extremely distressed.

After no amount of design could solve the instability problem of essence possession, Sage Tius chose the crudest and simplest way to solve the problem, which was to pile up the quantity.

The cost of this microgravity generator is not too high. Roughly speaking, it can cover the cost of a box of laser rifles. With the material support from the Cadian headquarters, tens of thousands of servitors and millions of Cadian workers working overtime in production, the needs of the mechanical behemoth were finally met. There are 800 microgravity generators installed underground in each carriage. When one temporarily fails, another generator will drag the failed generator to continue operating until the failed generator returns to normal.

One carriage has 800 microgravity generators running alternately at full power to reduce the huge hidden dangers caused by machine instability. Putting it on the entire train, there are 20 microgravity generators operating alternately. According to the report submitted by Sage Tius, the probability of 20 microgravity generators failing at the same time is negligible.

Sage Theius: "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 completed."

Dimit, who was standing in a car with the upper and lower metal decks removed, felt the tremors of the alternating microgravity generator. Even with his ceramic boots, Dimit still felt like he was stepping on the surging waves. superior.

Dimit couldn't help but sigh, even if he was sitting in an airdrop cabin targeted by enemy anti-aircraft guns, he couldn't be more swaying than the inside of this giant beast.

20 mechanical behemoths have arrived at the predetermined location. The Krieg Death Army has completed preparations in this area. They are arranged in a small square formation of 200 people per unit according to the standard of the behemoth's carriage. It is quite pleasing to see from a distance.

The behemoth stopped, and the microgravity generator made a terrifying rumbling sound as it suppressed the huge inertia, just like those vehicles that were about to be scrapped after their service life.

The Kriegs were indifferent to the loud noise and remained silent.

The giant beast slowly stopped, and the side door of the carriage slammed to the ground. Then as soon as the military political commissar blew his whistle, the military formation of Kriegs rushed into the carriage, with uniform footsteps and orderly sounds. The deployment made Dimitr feel happy.

"Hello, technical brother of Dark Angel." A savage voice sounded. Along with the voice came the fishy smell of beasts and the strong smell of alcohol. Dimit should have smelled such a strong smell.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Dimit saw a group of space wolves standing ten meters away from him, covered in beasts' teeth and fur, and hanging around their waists were bolt pistols and grenades that were easy to pull out. , dynamite and the mead pot which is regarded as a treasure by wild wolves.

What a bunch of barbarians, aren't they?

Dimitar frowned in 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 him lukewarmly. The Dark Angels Chapter and the Space Wolves Chapter have been in conflict for a long time. The battle between Leman Russ and the Sons of Leon has not stopped to this day. Whenever two war groups meet, they will engage in a martial arts competition, where the winner enjoys dignity and the loser endures humiliation. But now is obviously not the best time for a competition.

Olwen Gaoluo, the wolf master of the Iron Wolf Dalian Company, smelled the unfriendly smell emitted by Dimit. He shrugged his nose, then grinned and showed two fangs and said with a smile, "The wolf is killing its prey before It will approach quietly, and when the prey finds it, it will not be able to escape from the wolf's hunting."

"So am I your prey? Lord Olwen Wolf?"

"You... no no no..." Alvin shook his head and stepped closer to Dimit. His figure covered in power armor was obviously a bit bigger than Dimit. Then the wolf master quietly faced Dimit. Said, "You are just a lonely kitten."

Dimit was angered by Alvin's humiliation, but instead of swinging the all-powerful ax at Alvin, he activated the pliers on the servo suit and hit Alvin.

Alvin dodged the attack, then punched Dimit in the chest and laughed, "Okay, now you are no longer a lonely kitten, you are an angry little lion who has not lost his mind!"

Dimit was not interested in Olwen's probing and compliments. He turned around and changed his attention from the irritating wolf to the giant beast, although he had already inspected hundreds of them on the way here. times.

Tsk tsk...this pinion is really a gear...

Faced with Dimit's indifferent reaction, Alvin didn't care and just called on his wolf pups to quickly board the carriage.

"Wait!" Dimitr raised his head suddenly, trying to stop the fact that he was about to be squeezed together with the wild wolf.

"What's wrong, kid?" Alvin said, blowing his greasy beard, "Haven't you finished inspecting this carriage yet? That's too bad~"

"No, I mean..."

"What do you mean? We should change places with the Nova Warriors at the other end?" Alvin pretended to look at it, and then complained, "It's too far! When we get there and get in the car, it will take dozens more Seconds, why not save this time and use it to beat up the enemy?"

Dimit knew he couldn't stop him, so he could only stand aside and watch resentfully as the Space Wolves filled up one carriage after another. Just the thought of being squeezed into a carriage with nine wild wolves put three of Dimit's lungs at risk of collapse.

Seeing Dimit's gloomy look, Alvin's smile grew even brighter. He likes to tease the dark angels who have no hair at all, and this Dimit is obviously one of them.