Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 61 Space Storage Technology

The tactical meeting was drawing to a close.

The deployment of forces from all sides has been finalized. Space Wolves and Dark Angels will guard the eastern defense line, the Combat Sisters will protect the shield generator, and Qin Mo will be responsible for boosting the morale of the entire army.

Just as Creed was about to announce the end of the meeting,

Qin Mo suddenly spoke.

"By the way, speaking of which, I also have a few Titans and some Knight mechs here, which can be used together to fight against the forces of Chaos."

His voice was soft and his tone was calm.

However, the strategy room fell silent instantly.

The silence lasted for about five seconds.

Then, Creed was the first to react.

He slowly took the cigar out of his mouth, and grayish-white smoke spilled from his lips.

"...Lord Raphael. You just mentioned, how many Titans?"

"Hmm." Qin Mo nodded, his expression calm. "Three Raider-class mechs, four Warhound-class mechs, plus ten Knight mechs."

"..."

Silence again.

Creed had experienced countless battles, large and small; he had seen the most desperate situations and the most unexpected turning points.

However, it's unrealistic for someone to casually claim they "brought several Titans."

This was truly the first time he had encountered something like this.

The key point is that he had not received any reports of his own Titans appearing near the bastion. Those behemoths, tens of meters tall, could not possibly approach a military fortress silently without being detected.

Unless they're not outside at all.

So the question is, where are they?

Creed instinctively looked behind Qin Mo, but there was nothing there.

The strategy room was empty.

You can't possibly hide it in your pocket, can you?

"Lord Raphael," Creed's tone became more cautious, "if I may be so bold, may we see the Titan you brought?"

"sure."

He nodded, his expression calm.

"Come with me."

The group followed Qin Mo out of the strategy room and finally arrived at a spacious training ground.

This training ground is large enough and is usually used for the assembly and drills of armored units. At this moment, it is empty. The ground is a flat metal plate with extremely strong load-bearing capacity.

Qin Mo stopped and looked around.

"Yes, this place is big enough."

He raised his right hand,

All eyes were on his hands.

Then, they saw on the index finger of that hand,

There is a ring.

A seemingly unremarkable black ring, without any decoration, as plain as an ordinary metal band.

But in the next second, the ring flickered.

A faint light emanated from the ring.

then.

boom!!

The entire training ground shook.

A gigantic metallic figure appeared out of thin air, as if summoned from nothingness.

Golden light flowed across their armored surfaces, making these otherwise cold war machines look like holy war weapons personally blessed by the emperor.

Three Raiders, four Warhounds, ten Knights, and seventeen War Machines appeared out of thin air on the training ground.

From a ring.

The training ground fell silent once again.

Creed stared intently at the glittering Titans, with only one thought in his mind.

They came from that ring.

As the High Lord of Kadia, Creed's mental fortitude is absolutely among the best of humanity.

Even so, it took him nearly ten seconds to get his brain working again.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to shift his attention from "how exactly did this happen?" to "how can these things be used?"

Three Marauder-class battleships, while not as powerful as the Warlord-class Titans, still represent considerable firepower.

Four Warhound-class aircraft, highly mobile, are suitable for flanking attacks and harassment.

The ten knight mechs, serving as support firepower and anti-infantry units, should not be underestimated.

If the defensive firepower of the bastion itself is added, the pressure on the eastern defense line will be greatly reduced.

Although they still couldn't directly confront that Warlord-class cursed weapon, they at least had the means to contend with it.

Creed's tactical mind quickly took shape, and various deployment plans were already forming in his mind.

But compared to Creed, the Mechanicus sage Orik was standing to the side at this moment.

His condition can only be described in four words.

Soul out of the body.

Orik Omnis, Mechanicus, Kohamrian Order, Sage of the Explorer.

Most of his body had been mechanically modified, and his right eye had long been replaced with a sophisticated optical sensor. At this moment, the sensor's aperture was frantically contracting and expanding.

His brain is operating at overclock.

It's not because of those Titans.

Although the sudden appearance of the Titans was indeed awe-inspiring, as a sage of the Mechanicus, he was no stranger to the Titans themselves.

What truly brought his processor to the brink of overload was that process.

Space storage.

Seventeen large war machines were released from a ring.

Warp teleportation? No, there were no warp fluctuations, and his sensors did not detect the formation of any wormholes or fissures.

Miniaturization? Impossible. That would violate the fundamental law of conservation of matter, and the released Titan would be full-size.

Therefore, the only explanation is some kind of technology that can store matter in independent spatial dimensions.

Orik's mechanical brain frantically searched its vast knowledge base. Among all the technological systems he knew, only one race possessed similar abilities.

Space Necromancer.

Those metallic skeletons that have slept in the tomb world for 60 million years possess technology far beyond human comprehension, including spatial folding and material storage technology.

But that's the technology of the necromancers, the technology of the aliens, a super technology that humans might not be able to comprehend even after ten thousand years of research.

And this human in front of us, who calls himself a "living saint," actually possesses this technology?

Moreover, judging from the nonchalant way he used it, it seemed to him as if it were just an ordinary daily operation.

Eulik felt that his logic processing module was about to burn out.

The way he looked at the ring was like that of a believer who had spent his whole life in asceticism, suddenly seeing the true face of the god of all machines.

fanaticism.

If we could obtain this technology, study the principles behind this ring, and apply spatial storage technology to the Empire's logistics system, we could succeed.

What does that mean?

This means that the difficulties of intergalactic logistics will be completely resolved.

This is truly a gift from the God of Machines!

A strange sound, somewhere between electronic noise and a human gasp, came from Orik's mechanical throat.

He took one step forward after another, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Mo's fingers.

If it weren't for the last vestiges of reason and courtesy that held him back, he probably would have rushed up and grabbed Qin Mo's hand to examine it closely.

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Qin Mo noticed Eulik's gaze, and he turned his head slightly to look at the sage of the Mechanicus.

Yes, that look in his eyes, he knew it all too well.

This is exactly like those old monsters in the cultivation world who can't resist rare and precious materials.

Qin Mo silently reminded himself.

I'll have to keep a closer eye on this storage ring from now on. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if I found this cyborg chewing on it in the middle of the night.