Chapter 648

The Titans entered a state of battle before the attack began. After receiving the governor's attack order, they began the process of war preparation.

Ordinary people often regard the size, power and weapons of divine machines as a symbol of their great power.

However, those who really understand know that the Titan's most powerful weapon is the mechanical thinking living in it, and the first step in the Legion's combat readiness process is to wake it up.

During this long time, the priests have been performing the ceremony meticulously. The perfect holy oil, incense and wine sacrifice ensure their excellent state.

But the team members were forbidden to participate in the ceremony, and Kurz Mannheim had to wait anxiously outside while the priests of the mechanical cult performed their duties.

Normally, he would stay at the entrance of the loading bay, a high gate to the Titan's sleeping place, which was the closest he could find to the ceremony site.

And he was not alone. The team members he personally selected, his family and the co pilots were also present.

Whenever he thought that these machines would restore consciousness without connecting with him, Kurz Mannheim could not help feeling a sense of physical aggression, as if it was his body that was poked and inserted in the priest's strange ceremony.

Because of this similar discomfort, some team members prefer to avoid it.

Many people know that the gap between captain Titan and these metal giants is very small, and with each communication, these differences are getting smaller and smaller.

For some captains, this sense of alienation from the war is unforgettable, and this feeling will become more and more serious with each separation.

Most Titan captains don't like immersion tanks. They won't use them unless absolutely necessary.

The way they deal with mechanical dissociation is to indulge in the physical world outside the manifold. They will use simulation institutions to learn from each other, or carry out military training, and hold noble banquets and entertainment activities in due time.

Some people think that the life of Titan masters seems to be similar to that of mechanical knights, but there are essential differences.

The etiquette of knights comes from their inherent noble status with God and their long-term environment.

The Titan captain's etiquette is more to let them remember that they are still human.

But this pastime may keep them awake, but it is not enough for the moment of mechanical awakening.

At the beginning of the first activation ceremony, Kurz Mannheim heard the call of the steel hammer. Suddenly, severe pain began to torture his limbs and soaked his palms with cold sweat.

The reaction similar to withdrawal caused electric shock like pain in his nervous system.

Each of Titan's human crew must deal with this pain in their own way. They sympathize with each other, which helps, but that's all.

Everyone suffers from it.

After waking up, the data sage will detect whether the mechanical spirit is stable. Priests usually retreat and keep their mouths shut at this time.

But Kurtz Mannheim knew that the data sage would connect directly to the machine. This fact added to his turbulent resentment and jealousy.

In the second stage, the captains were allowed to visit their machinery, but they could not touch it.

It is extremely dangerous to awaken the soul of the God of war for no reason. They are swords. When they come out of their scabbard, they will see blood.

During the maintenance, Kurz Mannheim had been pacing slowly in the corridor, fidgeting, so he had to use constant steps to divert his energy, and finally exhausted himself.

At this moment, the Titan's body is full of probes, the engine pilots and ground crew are busy, and the newborn insects climb all over their interior - the engine servants trudge up and down in every corner of the interior, stubbornly replacing the damaged and worn parts.

For a moment, sparks splashed, power tools whined, engines roared, plasma blowlights hissed, hammers echoed, priests chanted, and the machine servants of the choir chanted endless hymns.

The hangar smelled of oil, hot metal, sweat, paint and polish.

Supporting machinery, chassis, barrels, and leaking sacred ointment can be seen everywhere. Plastic canvas hangs down from the top of the maintenance area, and the scaffold wraps a war dog level waist to replace its faulty tail gyroscope. Half the priests are busy singing, while others are busy using tools and data connections.

He hated this moment because since the first connection, his connection with the Titans was like a blood bond.

He is the Titan, and the Titan is her. These emotions are one, like the complex shackles that bind him to the mechanical throne, which people outside the Titan society can't understand at all.

After the maintenance phase, Titan needs to change the load according to their captain's requirements under the guidance of the captain in charge and the Corps strategic division to meet the upcoming battle.

Until then, the team members will board the Titan and conduct their own testing and calibration.

The technical priest has always turned a blind eye to this limited connection pulse, but it is not enough to erase the desire of the team members.

The engine has not fully awakened, and the interventionist monitoring machinery has blocked the integration of thinking.

If all this is of any use, it is that this brief contact will only increase Kurz Mannheim's sense of loneliness and his fear will become stronger.

Before the expedition, the Legion held the final machine soul ceremony, the Titans received complete blessings, the honor flag fluttered in the wind on them, and the human representatives also participated in the sacrifice.

Ring the Bell once!

Push the lever to start the piston and pump

Ring the bell twice!

Press the button, start the engine, light the turbine and inject life

Ring the bell three times!

Sing in unison and praise the God of all opportunities!

The priests read aloud the automatic diagnosis prayer, and then Kurz Mannheim and his crew came forward and knelt on one knee in front of the archbishop.

"This machine is arranged to be taken care of by you, fight with it, and protect it from the shame of failure. If you serve this machine, it will fight for you."

The bishop dropped the holy oil on Kurtz Mannheim's mechanical Scepter held high in his hands, which is also the symbol of his captain Titan.

"I respect it."

At the end of the ceremony, Kurz Mannheim and the crew took a lift to the entrance above the Titan's head.

The dim light sprinkled on the Titan's detection eyes. It had a wide head, but it turned sharply forward to form an abrupt slope.

The huge armored cables and sockets occupy most of the space at the mouth. They are winding back and forth on the iron surface of the machine, like tangled thick whiskers.

The air rumbled, the door to the interior quickly opened, and Kurz Mannheim stepped into it.

The team members sat down in a hurry, pulling the switch and pressing the button.

Kurz Mannheim also sat on the command throne and leaned against its chapped leather.

In fact, the word "command throne" is exaggerated, because this position is not much larger than the driver's seat. A series of metal wires contain the interface of the mental pulse unit, and the pads separated by it are like pins and needles. Even in such a huge machine as the steel hammer, the command team crowded the whole room.

But in a few seconds, it doesn't matter.

Kurz Mannheim fixed his limbs to the control system, held his breath, closed his eyes, and said with wonderful expectation:

"Connect."

The next second, a nerve needle was inserted into the interface of his skull, accompanied by an incredible pain.

Maybe it's not wonderful for ordinary people, but it's worth it every time——