The Titans entered a state of combat before the attack began, and after receiving the governor's offensive order, they began the process of combat readiness.
Ordinary people often regard the body shape, power and weapons of the divine machine as symbols of their great power.
However, those who really understand it clearly know that the Titan's most powerful weapon is the mechanical thinking that resides within it, and the first step in the Legion's combat readiness process is to awaken it.
During this long period of time, the priests have been conducting rituals meticulously, with holy oil, incense and wine offerings ensuring their excellent condition.
However, the team members were forbidden to attend the ceremony. While the priests of the Mechanical God Cult were performing their duties, Kurtz Mannheim had to wait anxiously outside.
Generally, he would always stay at the entrance of the loading cabin, a towering gate leading to the Titan's sleeping place, the closest place he could find to be from the ceremony site.
He was not alone. The team members he personally selected, his family, and the co-pilots also arrived as they wished.
Whenever he thought that these machinery would regain consciousness without connecting with him, Kurtz Mannheim couldn't help but feel a sense of physical invasion, as if it was his body that was poked around during the priest's strange ceremony.
Due to this similar discomfort, some team members would rather avoid it.
Many people know that the gap between Captain Titan and these metal giants is very small, and with each exchange, these differences are getting smaller and smaller.
For some captains, this sense of alienation from breaking away from the battle is unforgettable and this feeling will become more and more serious with each separation.
Most Titan Captains don't like immersion tanks and they won't use them at all 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 discuss with each other, conduct military training, and hold noble banquets and entertainment activities in a timely manner.
Some people think that the lives of the Titan Masters seem to be similar to those of the Mechanical Knights, but in fact there are essential differences.
The etiquette of the knights comes from their inherent aristocratic status and their long-term environment.
The etiquette of the Titan Captains is more to let them remember that they are still humans.
But this kind of pastime may make them sober, but it is far from enough for the moment of mechanical awakening.
Just when the first Activation of the Sacrifice began, Kurtz Mannheim heard the call of the Iron Hammer, and suddenly the severe pain began to torture his limbs, soaking his palms in cold sweat.
A similar withdrawal reaction caused his nervous system to burn like an electric shock.
Every human member of the Titan must deal with this pain in his own way. It helps them to be sympathetic, but that's all.
Everyone is unable to suffer because of this.
After waking up, the data sage will check whether the mechanical spirit is stable. The priests will generally retreat and keep their mouths tight at this time.
But Kurtz Mannheim knew that the data sage would directly connect to the machinery. This fact added to his turbulent indignation and jealousy.
In the second phase, the captains were allowed to visit their machinery, but they were not able to contact them.
It is extremely dangerous to awaken the souls of the God of War for no reason. They are swords, and they will see blood when they are unsheathed.
During the maintenance period, Kurtz Mannheim kept paced slowly in the corridor, restless, and had to use constant steps to relieve his energy and finally exhaust himself.
At this moment, the Titan's body was filled with probes, the engine pilots and ground crew were busy, and the new bugs were crawling all over their interior - the servants were trekking up and down in every corner of the interior, stubbornly replacing damaged and worn parts.
For a moment, sparks flew everywhere, power tools whine, engines roared, plasma blowtorn hissing, hammers echoed, priests chanted, and choir servants sang endless chants back and forth.
The hangar also emits the smell of engine oil, scorching metal, sweat, paint and polish.
Supporting machinery, chassis, barrels, and leaking sacred ointments are everywhere, plastic canvas hangs from above the maintenance area, and scaffolding wraps a war dog-level waist to replace its faulty tail gyroscope. Half of 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 Titan was like a blood bond.
He is the Titan, and Titan is her. These emotions are integrated, like complex shackles that tie him to the mechanical throne, and those outside the Titan Society cannot understand them at all.
After the maintenance phase, the Titans need to change the load according to the requirements of their respective captains, under the guidance of the captain and the legion strategist, to welcome the upcoming battle.
Until then, the team members will board the Titan and conduct tests and calibrations on their own.
The technician always turned a blind eye to this limited connection pulse, but it was not enough to smooth out the desires of the team members.
The engine has not yet fully awakened, and interferometric monitoring machinery blocks the integration of thinking.
If all this is useful, it is that this short contact will only increase Kurtz Mannheim's sense of loneliness and his fear will become stronger.
Before the expedition, the legion held the final ritual of the soul, the Titans received complete blessings, the flag of honor fluttered in the wind on them, and the representatives of human beings also participated in the ritual.
The big bell is ringing once!
Push the lever, start the piston and pump...
The bell rings twice!
Press the button, start the engine, ignite the turbine, and inject life...
The bell rings three times!
Sing in unison and praise the God of All Things!
The priests recited the automatic diagnosis prayer loudly, and then Kurtz Mannheim and his crew stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of Bishop Divine Machinery.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "This machine is arranged to be taken care of by you, fight with it, and prevent it from being humiliated by failure. If you serve this machine, it will fight for you."
The bishop dripped the holy oil onto the mechanical scepter held up by Kurtz Mannheim with both hands, which was also a symbol of his Captain Titan.
"I respect it."
At the end of the ceremony, Kurtz Mannheim and his crew arrived at the entrance above the Titan's head in a lift.
The dim lights sprinkled on Titan's detection eyes. It had a broad head, but it turned sharply and fell, forming a sudden incline.
Huge armored cables and sockets occupy most of the space in its mouth. They curl back and forth on the iron surface of the machine, like thick beards with intricate chords.
The air rumbled, and the door to the interior quickly opened, and Kurtz Mannheim stepped into it.
The team members hurriedly sat down, turning the switch and pressing the button.
Kurtz Mannheim also sat in the command throne and leaned against its cracked leather.
The word "Command Throne" is actually an exaggeration, because this position is not much larger than the driver's seat. A series of metal wires accommodate the interface of the mental pulse unit, and the pads separated by it make people feel uncomfortable. Even in a huge machinery like the Iron Hammer, the command team squeezed the entire room out of nowhere.
But after a few seconds, these didn't matter.
Kurtz Mannheim fixed all his limbs on the control system, stabilized his breathing, closed his eyes, and spoke with wonderful expectations:
"connect."
The next second, the nerve needle inserted into his skull interface, and an incredible pain came.
Maybe this is not wonderful for mortals, but it is worth it every time-