Chapter 270: Cawl: Stop Asking! Stop Asking!

The mechanical converter activated instantly, replicating all the mechanical functions of that Warlord-class Titan onto Zhou Yun without reduction.

In an instant, Zhou Yun felt unimaginable power surge through his flesh and blood, as if his entire body had become a giant deity dozens of meters tall.

He even felt powerful weapons, once belonging to the Titans, growing from within his own body.

Of course, due to the mechanical converter's inherent limitations, the more complex the machinery, the shorter the duration Zhou Yun could retain its abilities.

He had only copied the Warlord Titan's capabilities for a fleeting instant.

But it was enough.

Aerieok-type Titan Power Claw—

Zhou Yun swung a punch at the Punishment-class Warbringer Titan, bound in place by his own power.

His flesh-and-blood arm felt as heavy as the Warlord Titan's power claw at that moment.

The Punishment-class Warbringer Titan's head was struck hard, toppling toward the ground as a cracking sound erupted across its body.

Then—

Day Wrath Ion Annihilation Cannon!!!

On Zhou Yun's other hand, a glow blazed like a solar flare.

In an instant, the upper half of the Punishment-class Warbringer Titan was swallowed by a plasma beam, its immense body dissolved layer by layer by high-energy plasma.

Simultaneously, the violent explosion engulfed Zhou Yun's body, peeling away his flesh inch by inch.

The Titan's fall triggered an earthquake; the seven mountain ranges supporting the Hera Fortress trembled.

The shockwave instantly shredded nearby Black Legion troops and tore apart the war machines of the Iron Warriors.

The surviving Black Legion troops, dazed amid the ruins, looked up to see a figure slowly rising from the Titan's wreckage.

In an instant, Zhou Yun's body, shattered by the explosion, restored itself completely.

The battle on Macragge was so brutal, countless lives died every moment.

This made it nearly impossible for Zhou Yun to be killed—

The surrounding Black Legion troops raised their bolters toward Zhou Yun, but he merely glanced at them.

Instantly, all the bolters malfunctioned—jamming, self-detonating, losing accuracy.

Zhou Yun seized this fleeting opportunity and pressed the mechanical converter again against the Warlord Titan he had forcibly immobilized.

Mechanical Converter—Warlord Titan!

Zhou Yun slammed one foot down hard upon the ground.

A shockwave, like mountains collapsing and earth splitting, radiated outward from him, shattering the Black Legion troops instantly under the impact of the Titan's iron foot.

Zhou Yun grabbed the wreckage of the Punishment-class Warbringer Titan and shoved it into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

In an instant, the fourth-dimensional pocket swelled to enormous size, swallowing the Titan's wreckage in a blink.

Meanwhile, three Hound-class Titans swiftly lunged at Zhou Yun from the flanks.

Karla gazed in bewildered confusion at the battle erupting beyond the Hera Fortress.

He had seen only a single figure leap from a Storm Raven, land a single punch that toppled the Punishment-class Warbringer Titan, then unleash a blast rivaling the Day Wrath Ion Annihilation Cannon to utterly destroy it.

Then, effortlessly dispatching the encircling Black Legion, engaging Hound-class Titans in hand-to-hand combat and winning, and in the blink of an eye, toppling two Ravager-class Titans.

Now he was locked in close combat with the only remaining Warlord Titan on the battlefield.

By the Gene-Father's charts, could this truly be the Machine-God manifesting?!

Karla's mind went numb.

He had merely wished for the Machine-God to swiftly punish the traitorous Titans—how had it actually come?!

The Warlord Titan's firepower rained down on Zhou Yun's body, turning him into a sieve in an instant.

But death on the battlefield continued, and Zhou Yun could still reverse life and death.

His body instantly repaired itself, then copied the Warlord Titan's mechanical functions once more, reinforcing himself with the mechanical converter.

Zhou Yun's flesh-and-blood fist clashed with the Warlord Titan's massive claw—neither gaining advantage.

But Zhou Yun quickly extended his will into the inner depths of the Warlord Titan.

Darkness, desecration, distortion, and decay surged from within the Warlord Titan; its machine-soul had nearly been corrupted into a mad, destructive consciousness.

The crew members were fused with the Titan's flesh, generation after generation becoming expendable wetware, their shattered consciousnesses accumulating upon the Titan.

And demons—countless demons clung to every component of the Titan, their wills resisting Zhou Yun's control.

Zhou Yun had never faced a machine-soul this chaotic; its composition was far too complex—he could not fully seize control in such a short time.

But if it wouldn't obey, beat it until it did.

His consciousness forcibly pierced into the Titan's machine-soul and churned it violently; the entire Warlord Titan stiffened.

Seizing this fleeting moment, Zhou Yun used the legs he had copied from the Titan to leap forward, landing before the Warlord Titan's head, his hand aimed at the crew chamber.

Day Wrath Ion Annihilation Cannon!!

The Titan's specialized plasma weapon detonated instantly.

The close-range blast melted both the Warlord Titan's head and Zhou Yun's body.

But Zhou Yun, drawing power from death, restored himself instantly.

Though the Warlord Titan's crew chamber was incinerated in the Day Wrath's light, Zhou Yun still sensed the mad souls and demons lingering within, still controlling the broken Titan to strike back at him.

The Aerieok-type Titan Power Claw lashed out, slamming heavily onto Zhou Yun's body and hurling him against a nearby mountain.

Zhou Yun's body was crushed instantly—but restored again the next moment.

Death continued.

And Zhou Yun seized this brief moment to press the mechanical converter again.

Plasma fire from the Day Wrath Ion Annihilation Cannon erupted from his hand, melting the Warlord Titan's arm.

The mad souls and demons within emitted piercing, warp-layered shrieks; Zhou Yun seized this instant to utterly crush them and seize control of the Warlord's machine-soul.

Karla stared in utter confusion at the scene before him.

Just moments ago, the Warlord Titan had been brawling with that figure—yet now, without any crew, it began moving on its own, turning to attack other traitorous Titans and Black Legion troops.

Meanwhile, the figure vanished in a flash, as if disappearing from the spot and returning to the Storm Raven.

Then, the Storm Raven slowly drifted toward the Hera Fortress.

Karla pondered for a moment; with the Titans' fall, pressure on the Hera Fortress's front line had greatly lessened.

He could now spare himself—Karla resolved to personally meet the passengers aboard the Storm Raven.

He glanced at his stunned First Captain, Agman, signaling him to follow.

Agman snapped out of his daze, gathering twelve warriors from the First Company and swiftly following behind Karla.

The group ascended the stairs of steel, marble, and barbed wire, hastening toward the Storm Raven's landing site.

Karla then saw the group.

The legendary living saint, Saint Celestine, knelt on the ground, her wings lowered, seemingly in prayer.

Karla did not worship the Imperial Cult, yet the holiness radiating from the living saint still touched his spirit.

But what struck Karla as odd— an unfamiliar Inquisitor was praying alongside Saint Celestine.

Karla was wary of Inquisitors; his predecessor, the Second Company Captain, still had not returned from the Inquisition.

Agman, standing beside him, also felt uneasy at the Inquisitor's presence.

Before becoming First Captain, Agman had been the Second Company Captain; both Titus and Trajan, his successors, had once been his close subordinates.

Beside them stood a woman dressed in Cadian armor; according to Karla's intelligence, she was the leader of the Cadian 184th Regiment.

Karla also clearly sensed her psychic aura—a powerful psyker, though weaker than Diggory, he swiftly judged.

All of them bowed slightly to Karla upon seeing him.

Only three ignored Karla's arrival, as if he were irrelevant to them.

The Eldar woman named Iphrenie stared blankly at the Storm Raven, her expression as cold as water.

Beside her stood a guardian, an Eldar warrior clad in crimson armor.

These two Eldar were dangerous.

Karla swiftly judged.

And the woman being protected was even more dangerous than the crimson-armored warrior.

Agman, beside Karla, had silently placed his hand on his power sword.

But Karla raised his hand to stop him.

Then Karla's gaze fell upon the last member of the expeditionary force.

A massive Mechanicus Archmagos, far larger than Karla, dragged a humming automated reliquary box beside the Storm Raven.

This Archmagos had only half his face remaining as flesh.

And that half-face was drenched in sweat, as if he were under immense stress.

Karla, puzzled, stepped forward slightly—before he could speak, the Archmagos Belisarius Cawl directly turned to him.

"I did it," said Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, his half-face twitching.

"Huh?" Karla's expression showed slight confusion.

"The Titan—everything that just happened—I did it!" Belisarius Cawl spoke as if he had mustered great resolve.

"But—" Karla's expression grew slightly odd.

"No buts. Do you understand Titans—or do I?"

Belisarius Cawl cut him off without giving him time to question:

"I am the Archmagos of the Mechanicus, who has served the Machine-God for ten thousand years—I say I did it, and I did it!"

Karla's expression grew slightly odd.

Indeed, among these people, only Belisarius Kaul the Grand Sage might possess such ability, but Karlga always felt something was odd.

"But," he murmured softly.

"Don't ask, don't ask!" said Belisarius Kaul the Grand Sage, his voice trembling.

(End of Chapter)