Chapter Thirty-Three: The Battle of Macragge, Part V—Fearless Mech

Wu Xuan’s vision was shrouded in darkness. Endless blackness enveloped him, and a strange sense of emptiness pervaded his body.

He felt as if something had suspended him in the air, with tubes or conduits piercing into his flesh. The sensation was deeply uncomfortable, and Wu Xuan even doubted whether his body belonged to him anymore.

“So cold,” he thought, feeling as though someone had locked him inside a refrigerator, the relentless chill seeping into every fiber of his being.

It was unbearably cold. Wu Xuan tried to move, hoping to generate some warmth.

“Clack, clack, clack…”

There was no friction of flesh to produce heat—only the unmistakable sound of metal colliding.

“What’s happening?” Wu Xuan wondered, bewildered by the metallic noise emanating from his body.

He remembered being taken away by the Second Battalion to enter the Dreadnought Mech; was he now inside it?

“You’re awake? How do you feel?” A man’s voice came from somewhere in front of him.

“I feel awful—cold—and why can’t I see?” Wu Xuan replied, only to realize with shock that his voice had become the electronic tone of a machine.

“It’s perfectly normal. You’ll need some time to adapt. The visual system needs a bit of adjustment,” the man said, tapping his datapad, making fine tweaks to the Dreadnought Mech’s systems.

The visual system was swiftly recalibrated, and at last, Wu Xuan was greeted by light once more. Gazing at the metallic body before him, excitement surged, banishing the discomfort and chill from his mind.

Wu Xuan eagerly moved the Dreadnought Mech’s limbs, swinging its massive arms. Despite their size, the mechanical appendages were surprisingly agile, not cumbersome at all.

This Dreadnought Mech had been crafted by the mechanical specialists among the transmigrators, using the STC templates and technology provided by Wang Ming.

Unlike those Dreadnought Mechs that resembled iron coffins, this one took on the form of a human—an enlarged figure bristling with heavy weaponry, reminiscent of a star-faring warrior.

Yet, like its counterparts, it possessed thick armor, and its weapons systems had been radically modified by the Second Battalion’s transmigrators. The firepower of this Dreadnought could rival that of a small Knight Mech.

Each hand was fitted with enormous power claws, and nestled within the palm was a rotary heavy explosive launcher. An extendable melta cannon was embedded in the lower chest armor, with twin plasma cannons mounted on the shoulder plates. On its back, a rocket launcher was installed, loaded with promethium-tipped rockets, each capable of incinerating an area the size of a football field.

The entire Dreadnought Mech was a mobile fortress of war.

Wu Xuan gazed at the display screen, watching the data and weapons systems flicker and update, his excitement mounting. With this arsenal, he felt he could even take down a Titan.

Of course, this was merely an illusion; no matter how powerful, a Dreadnought Mech could never match the firepower of even the smallest Hound-class Titan. The sheer size and weapons of a Hound-class Titan were overwhelming, far surpassing this Dreadnought.

For now, Wu Xuan had temporarily joined the ranks of the Second Battalion—at least until the day he died again.

Soon after, he was assigned to Fourth Company, under the command of Captain Xu Anmin. Wu Xuan would join their armored firepower in the assault on the Steel Warriors’ position.