I'm a green-skinned tech master

The artillery was roaring, the ground was vibrating, and with every step of the Titan, the entire battlefield was like an earthquake.

Orc dirty car tanks and demolition brats opened fire on the giant Titan, and tank guns and anti-tank missiles had little effect on the giant Titan. The Void Shield blocks most of the damage, and even if it passes through the Void Shield's attack, it can only light a firework on the Titan and scratch the paint of the Titan's armor.

The Titan's target was too big, more orcs attacked the Titan, and countless artillery, bombs, and hot melt weapons lit the Titan into a huge fireworks stick.

However, none of these powerful attacks broke the Titan, and with each round of the Titan's counterattack, a large number of orc units disappeared.

Of course, the Titans do not fight alone, no matter how powerful the unit is, it cannot withstand the continuous fire attack of a large number of enemies, and it also needs the support of friendly forces to exert its maximum combat effectiveness. The Titans themselves carry a battle group.

The screeching of shells and rockets pierced the sky, and the human's began long-range fire coverage, this time under the feet of the orcs covered by artillery and bombardment.

Traditional Imperial vehicles such as Riemann Ruth tanks, Chimera personnel carriers, etc. entered the battlefield and began to cover the advance of the Titans. One of the most conspicuous is an Emperor Poison Blade Heavy Tank, whose large pipe lights up with a fire, and a small mushroom cloud rises from the orcs.

Soon, under the blows of the human steel behemoth, the morale of the orcs collapsed and began to retreat and flee.

An orc boss stood up, and he launched the final charge with his boss troops. Very heroic, they destroyed many human vehicles and damaged the side armor of the Emperor Poison Blade, but eventually fell under the guns of the Emperor Poison Blade and the Titan.

"The big hammer is braided, and it's a pity that he didn't destroy the big tank of the shrimps. He's a good orc, very waaagh, very strong, and his performance is really unexpected. The

iron claw regretfully retracted his head and continued to cover the hole in the window with an iron plate.

"How about it, Dumb, it's that oversized robot, the sneaky boy with golden teeth who caught the tongue of the shrimp and said that this thing is called a titan." Are you sure you can get it? One hand pressed the iron plate, and the iron claw asked the dumb.

"It's not funny, boss, this thing called Titan has a lot of troops to protect." In Dumb's point of view, a heavy cannon shot hit the Titan, perfectly blocked by the Void Shield. The web of death woven by countless orcs with clicks can only cause sparks on its armor.

"And this thing is too hard, I think it should be smashed by the ancient giant of space." The nerd who likes to talk big is also a little vain, and the performance of the human titan is too good.

"Just say you can't do it, if it doesn't work, go find other orcs, and the aviation team will go find someone who can take it." The patience of the iron claw is not very good.

"Okay, okay! How could it not work! However, you have to be well prepared, the bomb is also bigger, and the crooked mouth is a bit expensive. As soon as he heard that the iron claw wanted to stroke his position as the captain of the air, the dull man was immediately anxious.

"Crooked mouth guy over there to figure it out, teeth are not a problem." There are more debts, anyway, there is a crooked promise, and the iron claw has not worried about the problem of teeth for a long time.

At this time, a string of bullets clanged on the fuselage, and some bullets also injured the passengers in the plane.

The co-pilot of the plane was shot through the arm and screamed in pain. The iron claw only felt that it was bitten by a mosquito and did not care.

"Shrimp's fighters, three, the side and rear have already bitten them." The co-pilot held back the pain and reported through the observation mirror.

"Okay, it's time to show the real technology." Instead, the dull man became excited.

This time, the co-pilot panicked, he stopped to bandage his arm, and persuaded bitterly: "Captain, we are driving a reconnaissance plane!" In order for the iron claw boss to come up, it is still a modified heavy reconnaissance aircraft. Such a reconnaissance aircraft is not suitable for dog fights with shrimp planes!

"So, you guys are just too inferior, and the orc pilots don't ask if they are suitable or not, they only ask if they can fly!" And not only to fly, but also to kill the target! Saying that, the nerd jerked on the steering wheel, dropped the auxiliary fuel tank and heavy objects, and began to make a circling maneuver.

The co-pilot looked dead and desperate and couldn't say a word.

Seeing the co-pilot's expression and smug smile, he thought that his operation shocked the co-pilot, "Don't admire it, it's a legend."

"I admire you for being a yarn! You dropped the Iron Claw boss too!! "

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"Dumb! You deflated... Calf...... Child! A heavily equipped iron claw fell from a height of 10,000 meters, and his voice pulled the elder, he knew that the life-saving props that he had scooped up from the crooked mouth this time were gone.

A part fell, seeing that it was about to smash on the ground, Cheng Mingrui quickly grabbed it with magnetic force, confirmed the accuracy, and installed it on the giant incubator.

The synthetic beast in the cultivator is as fragile as a piece of tofu, and the slightest violent treatment will cause it to die quickly.

It can last so long, not only because of Cheng Mingrui's superb mechanical technology, but also because of constantly transforming the cultivator to improve its living environment.

Another reason is that the mouth is retreated.

The synthetic beast has given birth to a soul and can produce a waaagh position, at least part of it is green skin, so Cheng Mingrui connects with it through spiritual energy and encourages it spiritually.

He wants it to firmly believe that it can survive on its own, that it can withstand all pain, and that as long as it does not give up the living faith treatment, it will have a chance, and it will buy more time for Cheng Mingrui.

"I'm in so much pain." The synthetic beast is wailing.

"It doesn't hurt, it's okay, you'll be fine." Cheng Mingrui began to comfort.

"But... I'm still in pain

, it hurts, it hurts..." "If you don't think about it, it won't hurt, you can keep going."

"You lie, how can you not think about it when it hurts so much, why does it hurt so much! Is all perception such pain? Should perception be painful?

"No, it's not like that." Cheng Mingrui did not dare to tell the synthetic beast that the purpose of its birth was because some crazy space necromancer scientist had fun torturing souls. If the synthetic beast can't withstand the blow, it may immediately collapse its consciousness.

"Feel

pain and pain because you live..." "Do you feel pain and pain when you live? Then I don't want to live, as long as I don't live, I won't feel pain and pain. Before

Cheng Mingrui could explain, the synthetic beast's train of thought interrupted him and led his train of thought in the most tragic direction.

"Nope! Living is not only pain and pain, but also happiness and joy in living, and... And waaagh! By the way, do you know what waaagh is? "Idea Wang Cheng Mingrui's mind is spinning very fast.