Sir Olga has seen many horrible things in his life, but none of them can compare with those in front of him.
Far from the horizon, the undead in space marched towards the battlefield with strange and uniform steps. The weapons in their hands were radiant green light, and floating above the ruthless infantry team were armed pyramids and scorpion vehicles. Each shining shot seemed to have the ability to evaporate a whole Knight Titan.
Looking back at the transport ship carrying him landed, Olga sighed a little.
Some people say that he is old and no longer suitable for driving the great God's machinery, but Olga has always scoffed at this statement.
The machinery of God gave him the power beyond mortals, and this power did not weaken as his flesh aging.
But on the other hand, in the final analysis, he will still have a day of complete decay. At that time, as the last member of the family, he will no longer be able to shoulder the oath made by the family to the Golden Throne.
This is the only thing he has troubled.
These things were eventually resolved by the leader of the Knights of the Star Realm. Soshyan promised him that he could rebuild a powerful family for him, and all the other party needed was a friendship and cooperation.
It was a good deal for Sir Olga.
At first he was suspicious of this, because as far as he knew, most of the Astartes were in a state of slack care, and the power from there came to rebuild a family of knights?
You should know that a knight family not only needs knights, but also a solid castle, a large area of ​​territory, a large number of entourages, and enough excellent young people.
But to his surprise, the commander of Soshiyang's battle seemed to be quite energetic and could actually mobilize several worlds of casting.
So, he, who has always been alone, has his own escort team, which is the so-called "gun array".
The ones that form these gun arrays are the attendant mechas that are one level smaller than the Knight mechas.
In the 41st Millennium, the Servant Mech was the smallest Knight Mech deployed by the Empire on the battlefield, and they were often only half the height of the Knight Mech.
Despite this, this Servant-level Knight Mecha is still a powerful war machine, and its power is enough to destroy a whole squad of soldiers, or other small vehicles alone.
In addition, due to body shape, the attendant level is not enough to put down a complete mechanical throne system, so the mechanical teaching adopts a relatively simple system - the Crown of Mechanical.
This equipment worn on the head connects the attendant mecha and the driver's brain through the interface of the driver's frontal lobe. However, it should be noted that this simple device also makes it unnecessary to use this mechanical crown without a complete set of avatar rituals to enable the driver to successfully establish a neural interface connection.
This is also the reason why the prestige of the attendant driver is far lower than that of the official knight driver who can establish a complete mechanical throne connection. The consequence of this combination is that when the attendant knight acts alone on the battlefield, each family often has a tradition that through the mechanical crown, the attendant driver is nerve-ensected by the commanding nerve pulses of the larger knight mecha. This tradition is said to be established by the knight families to express subordinate relationships.
Accepting this kind of nerve enslavement often means becoming the guarantor of a higher-level knight, so although the knight attendant is not a shameful position, it is far from being a glorious.
Generally speaking, the drivers of the attendant-level mechas are often those with lower social status in the knight family. For example, some are divided by far-reaching blood ties, some are small divisions of some large families, and some are the last choices of family members who are almost destroyed and surviving in such difficult times.
Some families will also select from the best people in their family guards or planetary defense forces to drive the attendant mecha, and also enhance their family status, thus turning them from simple civilians into respected social elites.
Of course, in rare cases, some families will use the attendant mecha as the basis for training and select their favorite retainers.
For many attendant mecha drivers, the process of the formal knight mecha transmitting brain information through neural connections is usually unnatural and abrupt, while most novice drivers have many complaints and frustrations about this experience that is far from their previous ideas, and this almost enslave process. Some people who are not strong enough will gradually lose their self-perception under the control signals of the formal knight, thus becoming a puppet.
But not all attendants are slaughtered. Many free blades are born attendants, and some attendants will escape or even rebel to escape from the terrible control of the mind.
In order to solve this problem, many families will allow the attendant driver to receive the teachings of the Knights' mentor before they formally perform the attendant mission. Through the faithful and heroic behavior of the Knights' mentor, they will set a good example for the attendant drivers to inspire them, make them accept the fate of the well-deserved elites of the empire, and plant the firm belief in their hearts that they will dedicate everything to this mission and live for it.
Of course, this is a relatively common practice, but Olga does not do this.
In order to continue the family, he chose a more alternative approach.
Those carefully selected servants were adopted by him as adopted sons and inherited the family's surnames and emblems.
"Ahem, to everyone."
Olga's voice was passed to everyone through the communication channel, and after half an hour of landing, all the attendants were in place.
It's time for them to perform, and the Astral Knights need their support.
"Strictly guard the discipline of using shields, keep your eyes open and look at your bird's divine arts! Any active movement in geological structure must be paid attention to! Remember, enemies can emerge from the ground or even appear out of thin air, and their weapons are enough to melt your battle foal into a pool of boiling iron and flesh."
"Received, my father, we will be cautious."
The first response was Oufur, a nineteen-year-old young man. His answer was always so straightforward. At the same time, he was at the tip of the left-wing knight's spear formation, driving a broad-blade-shaped attendant mecha.
"We have been grinding for a long time, just like a sharp blade that has just been unsheathed, right? Being cautious is the coward's words."
The one who spoke up was Madias, a brave but slightly arrogant warrior, and the leader of the right-wing gun formation.
"The arrogant driver is a rift in his perfect shield of war horses."
Oufur sneered and replied, anyone could tell from his tone that this was a sharp criticism against someone.
"Be vigilant, prepare for battle, and do what you should do."
Olga had to stop such a quarrel, and in a sense, such a dispute was also deliberately created by him.