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Its main armament is a lightweight twin-mounted boomerang cannon, with two miniature shaped charge anti-tank rounds mounted underneath.

Although it's only the size of a washbasin, this thing has extremely fierce firepower and is highly mobile, capable of traversing complex ruins at hypersonic speeds.

Further on, you'll find the heavy firepower ammunition display area.

Several boxes of newly packaged rocket warheads exuded a dangerous aura.

Unlike in the past, a funnel-shaped copper shield has been added to the front of these warheads.

This is the famous shaped charge warhead, commonly known as a hollow charge.

The principle is very simple: it uses the metal jet generated when the explosive detonates to produce a pressure of millions of atmospheres at a very small point.

In addition, Andy's specially made three-base high-energy explosives.

One shot, and even a Space Marine's power armor would be blasted through unless the deflection field was activated.

Andy has been fully implemented on the XPG rocket launcher and CBS high-explosive crossbow.

The infantry in the shelters nowadays can unleash a volley of fire when they encounter a tough opponent; there's nothing a single blast of explosives can't solve.

If so, then two shots!

To enable soldiers to carry these heavy weapons, individual equipment has also been upgraded.

【T-9000 Heavy Exoskeleton】.

Compared to the previous lightweight version, this one sacrifices some flexibility but greatly enhances load-bearing capacity and armor protection.

The chest and limbs are covered with a full set of composite armor plates, and an auxiliary power pack has been added to the back.

Wearing this thing, an ordinary human soldier can operate a heavy twin-barreled logging gun with one hand.

This is already a simplified version of power armor. Apart from lacking a fully enclosed life support system and neural control capabilities, its combat effectiveness is not bad.

Finally, at the deepest part of the workshop, there were two extremely strangely shaped vehicles.

Instead of wheels and tracks, they have two thick, anti-jointed mechanical legs, making them look like two giant metal ostriches.

【"Iron Ostrich" All-Terrain Self-Propelled Artillery】

On the back of this "ostrich" is a long-barreled cannon.

Although its rate of fire is not particularly fast, this gun has a caliber of 150 mm and is equipped with a recoil mechanism and a simple fire control system.

One shot could level half a block.

Looking at these heavy weapons, Andy finally felt a little safer.

In this universe where only war exists, only those with powerful weapons and thick armor will have their words heard.

"Sage."

Gamma-9 walked over, holding a data terminal in its hand.

"The first batch of Black Spirit Spiders has already infiltrated."

"Live footage from District 9 has been transmitted back."

Andy took the terminal.

The image is somewhat shaky and noisy, indicating that the signal transmission has been severely affected by electromagnetic interference.

The image shows a huge underground cavern, which is the entrance to the restricted area of ​​District 9.

It's a sea of ​​fire there now.

Helios Group's mercenaries are attacking.

It seems they really went all out, hiring the famous "Iron Skull" mercenary group from Zhongchao.

Several Leman Russ main battle tanks were firing into the depths of the restricted area, their massive cannons spewing flames.

But it didn't work.

Before the shells even hit the ground, they were detonated in mid-air by a laser interception net that suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, several missiles of unknown type flew out from the darkness.

"Boom! Boom!"

Both Leman Russ tanks exploded on the spot, their turrets being blown dozens of meters into the air.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Andy looked at the screen and shook his head.

"Helios and his ilk never learn their lesson."

"The ship's main control AI has clearly been fully awakened and has taken over the ship's defense system."

"With this level of defensive firepower, how many tanks are you going to charge in?"

In the footage, the attacking troops begin to retreat, leaving behind wreckage and corpses everywhere.

But in the depths of darkness, something seems to be awakening.

Andy saw several blurry figures moving quickly through the ruins.

It was not human, nor was it like an ordinary fighter servant; rather, it was a mechanical construct that Andy had never seen before.

"Hiss, looks like there's a lot of good stuff hidden on that ship."

Andy turned off the terminal.

In the past few days, Helios not only failed to dig out the ship, but also helped Andy test out the ship's firepower configuration and defensive blind spots.

"Notify Sisyphus."

Andy turned and gave the order to Gamma-9.

"Stop all foreign trade and bring all transport vehicles back."

"Our entire production capacity will be shifted to ammunition production."

"Also, have the Storm Squad and the Heavy Armored Guard assemble for preparations!"

Chapter 52 Starfield Communication Channel

In the extremely luxurious private dressing room of Gesia at the headquarters of the Helios Group.

Several highly modified server servants were busy around her.

They held golden needles and thread, incense burners, and various intricate ornaments in their hands.

Jessia opened her arms, letting the cold machines drape the fifteen-kilogram ceremonial robe over her.

This garment is very difficult to wear, with three layers inside and three layers outside, each layer embroidered with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem and skull patterns, all made with genuine gold thread and the hair of certain saints.

Jessia hated wearing this thing; it felt like carrying half a suit of armor.

But there's nothing I can do, it's Monday.

At Furnace No. 7, Monday is the legally mandated "Listening Day".

On this day, all the prominent figures in Upper Nest would go to the very top of the spire to attend the regular meeting called "Sacred Communications".

Listen to the chaos in the Milky Way outside. How many people have died this week, and which planet has exploded?

Similar ceremonies were very common in the upper echelons of the empire; to put it bluntly, they were a kind of "bad competition."

The nobles used this method to confirm that the outside world was in chaos, thus creating a false sense of comfort that "it is still safe here." If things were even worse outside, they could continue their decadent lifestyle with a clear conscience.

Admittedly, this is also a political gesture, showing that they care about the empire, even though they can't do anything except pray and donate some insignificant money.

Jessia looked at herself in the mirror.

The shrewd and beautiful businesswoman was gone, replaced by a solemn and dignified imperial nobleman with a face full of piety.

But beneath this skin lies a freshly sharpened knife.

Just ten minutes earlier, she bypassed the group's security department and directly used her personal account to issue a top-secret order, sending the "Wasp" special operations team, a subordinate unit of the "Gecko" special operations brigade, to the bottom nest.

This small team of only six people is completely different from the previous "Cleanser" team that only knew how to launch frontal assaults.

Although small in number, all six are masters of infiltration, proficient in disguise, poisoning, kidnapping, and electronic warfare.

Their equipment wasn't the conspicuous hell gun and armor, but rather chameleon camouflage cloaks, neurotoxin blowguns, and high-frequency jammers.

Jessia gave them only one task.

Infiltrate the core of that mysterious, hidden force and find the technical lead who can crack the black box.

The situation is now clear: the mysterious figure possesses the key technology to appease the machine spirit.

Since the old fogies on the board of directors of the Helios Group were unwilling to split up, Jessia had no choice but to go it alone.

As long as she gets hold of that person, she holds the biggest bargaining chip.

"Let's go."

Jessia adjusted the ruby ​​brooch on her collar, a symbol of her family's honor, and then turned and walked out of the dressing room.

Saul Hell was already waiting outside the door.

The old man was dressed smartly today, leaning on his jewel-encrusted scepter, with that standard, hypocritical expression of pity on his face.

"Is everything packed?" Thor asked in a low voice.

"Alright." Jessia didn't look at him, and Thor nodded without saying anything more.

The two of them boarded the gravity elevator that led directly to the top of the tower, one after the other.

The elevator ascended rapidly, and the scenery outside the window changed quickly.

From the nauseating yellow smog of the lower layer, to the shimmering industrial neon lights of the middle layer, and finally through the thick clouds, we arrive at the stratosphere, where only pure sunlight and thin air exist.

The top of the spire, the pinnacle of power.

……

"Ding." The elevator doors opened.

Star Language Hall.

The decorating style can be described as "hellish".

The four walls are covered with leg bones and skulls of saints from past dynasties, each bone inscribed with dense prayers.

Hundreds of candles, each as thick as an arm, burned in the corner, their dim light flickering on the golden decorations and casting eerie shadows.

The hall was already full of people.

The one hundred most powerful people on this planet, Forge Seven, are gathered here at this moment.

Financial tycoons or warlords from various clans, the commander-in-chief of the Planetary Defense Force, high-ranking officials from the Ministry of the Interior...

They gathered in small groups, talking in hushed tones and exchanging insincere greetings.

"Oh, isn't this Lord Saul? I heard your work has been progressing very well lately?"

A portly nobleman approached, holding a folding fan in his hand, trying to hide the smell of alcohol on his body.

"Thanks to the Emperor, everything is going according to plan."

Thor lied without batting an eye, completely ignoring the fact that just hours before he had been furious about losing billions.

Jessia stood behind Thor, coldly observing her surroundings.

In this social arena rife with lies, two groups of people stand out.

The first wave consisted of a few people standing in the shadows on the far left of the hall.

They wore long black trench coats and wore the infamous insignia on their chests—the courtroom rose knot with the letter "I" that sent nightmares at first glance.

The one in the lead was a judge named Orion.

He was a gaunt middle-aged man, his face as pale as a corpse, his eyes as sharp as knives.

He didn't speak to anyone; he just crossed his arms and scrutinized everyone in the hall with the look one would give someone looking at trash or aspiring heretics.

Even a tycoon of Thor's stature would feel a chill run down his spine under Orion's gaze.

After all, the court has unlimited law enforcement power.

If Orion thinks there's something wrong with the smile on your face and suspects you've been corrupted by Slaanesh, he could simply pull out a slingshot and blow your head off on the spot, then declare it a just execution.