Extraordinary pedigree

The interior of the Sword of Glory's dock.

Steel and psionic energy interweave into a magnificent battlefield workshop, with the air filled with a slight smell of engine oil and the faint glow of rune inscriptions.

The Titan stood quietly in the dock of the Sword of Glory-class heavy cruiser, its huge body casting an overwhelming shadow.

Its entire body is covered with armor interwoven with gold and black iron, and every inch of its surface is engraved with intricate emblems and inscriptions, symbolizing its glorious achievements and unshakable majesty.

The Titan is about 20 meters tall and weighs nearly 800 tons - it is the pinnacle of war and a walking fortress on the battlefield.

Inside the dock, the mechas of the Mole Science Society were adjusting the Titan's body and checking the status of the psychic matrix and weapon systems.

Above the high arched ceiling, holy light shines through the church-like windows, enveloping the entire dock in a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Prayer inscriptions were embedded on the surrounding metal barriers. The mechanical arms moved slowly, adjusting the joint structure of the Titan, while the technicians below shuttled between the orbital platforms to ensure that every application of the mechanical holy oil was accurate.

The left arm of the Titan in front of him was equipped with a giant plasma destroyer cannon, the barrel of which was engraved with psychic runes, and its core was driven by a high-energy ether matrix; on the right arm was a chainsaw blade, and the several-meter-long chain blade was like a bloodthirsty beast, which could tear apart all enemies on the battlefield with a slight movement.

The auxiliary turret on the shoulder is on standby, and the automatic machine soul inside is monitoring the surrounding environmental data and adjusting combat parameters.

In the center of the Titan's chest, a psychic matrix core slowly rotates, emitting a faint golden light.

As the ordnance officer of the courtyard, Thomas Picton was standing in front of the Titan wearing a heavy mechanical robe.

His red and black robe was embroidered with the holy emblem of the courtyard, and his shoulder armor was inlaid with gears and psychic runes. Several mechanical tentacles extended from the mechanical backpack on his back, operating a variety of precision tools and slowly calibrating the data on the Titan's machine soul docking port.

——[Garden Titan: Connection Sequence]——

Model: Midgard Battle Titan - Type II

Machine Soul Identification Code: TITAN-002 "Glorious Martyr"

Machine Soul Level: Aggressive Machine Soul, with tactical prediction module

Control Authority: Court Armourer Thomas Pickton [Authorisation Level: S-3]

+ Initialize the machine parameters +

Height: 24.8 meters

Weight: 920 tons

Maximum travel speed: 72 km/h (ground combat)

Machine soul activity: 97% [Tactical thinking calculation...]

Psychic Fluctuation Index: Steady State [No Abnormal Interference] -

[Melee Weapons]-

Psionic Blade (disassembled)

Status: Charging completed [Psychic shock threshold: 85%]

[Ranged Weapons]

+Lance Plasma Cannon:

Status: Energy stable, plasma filling rate 92%

Maximum range: 35 km [within the atmosphere]

Target lock mode: precise sniping.

+Turbolaser Cannon:

Status: Cooling down, energy charge rate 74%

Maximum range: 28 km

Firepower level: A+ for armor damage, C- for infantry damage

+ Cyclone Missile Launcher:

Status: Magazine filled [75% high-explosive fragmentation rounds, 25% armor-piercing missiles]

Weapon systems on standby

Tactical calculations ready

Titans in top fighting form

——System calibration completed, Midgard Titan - "Glorious Martyr" - is ready for action! ——

Thomas Picton, the courtyard's ordnance officer, was connecting with the Titan's machine soul, and beside him were two sons of the courtyard.

One is Henry Harding, a shapeshifter with a smiling and kind expression and the ability to transform.

The other is naturally Sel Draven, who possesses the talents of an Inquisitor.

Pickton stared at the readings on the dashboard, his lips curled up slightly, and his tone was filled with undisguised admiration:

"The second Garden Titan of the Mole Science Society, a completely self-developed product... It is indeed a fine product of the Administration."

He stretched out his right hand, which was equipped with a kinetic arm, and tapped lightly on the Titan's armor. The solid echo echoed throughout the dock.

“These Titans originated from the war mechas of the Knights of Heaven. They are the invincible vanguards of the Knights on countless battlefields, and the Courtyard is now creating its own war behemoths.

In the past, Titans belonged only to the Celestial Knights, but now, they also belong to our Earthly Courtyard!"

Standing next to him, Henry Harding, a shapeshifter with the ability to transform, chuckled, crossed his arms across his chest, and exuded a sense of ease and relaxation.

A hint of interest flashed across his face, which always had a cynical smile. He tilted his head slightly, looked at the huge armored surface of the Titan, and said with a smile:

"Praise the Lord of the Courtyard."

There was a hint of sincerity in his voice.

"This is the new patron saint of our Children of the Courtyard on the battlefield."

Inquisitor Sail Draven, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

His eyes were sharp and cold:

"It is the honor of every son of the courtyard to be able to fight alongside His Majesty Abraham."

There was no trace of doubt in his tone, but rather a certainty that was almost pious.

That kind of belief was not fanatical blind obedience, but a natural conviction - the Lord of the Courtyard once said that he would not miss the first battle with the Sons of the Courtyard, and he was walking at the forefront of the battlefield.

Henry smiled and put his arm around Searle's shoulder and patted him. There didn't seem to be much friendship between the two of them, but this did not prevent Henry from being "intimate" towards his comrade.

“You see, the division of labor among the sons of the courtyard has been preliminarily determined, and the principal is weaving a complete document network of the courtyard structure for us.

You should know that Secretary Araz Trincas is one of the main editors of this document."

He pretended to be mysterious, approached Sayre, and spoke in a low voice with a hint of gossip:

“Among the documents currently in the courtyard, there is one written by Father Steel Seal of the Task Force from the Administration—The Mechanical Codex/Mechanical Operation Manual.

You see, the Type II Titan Machine Soul that Thomas is currently operating, as well as the rituals contained therein, all come from this book."

The Inquisitor listened to the shapeshifter's introduction, glanced at his casual attitude, shrugged coldly, and gently removed the other's hand from his shoulder.

The shapeshifter didn't care at all, still looking carefree, not taking the Inquisitor's indifference to heart at all.

Sail glanced at Henry coldly, as if he didn't like Henry's unconventional closeness.

Henry didn't care and continued to talk to himself:

"However, the most important thing is that the principal does not intend to stop here. The second core document that the courtyard will promote next is the "Code of the Sons of the Courtyard".

This is no ordinary treaty. Its purpose is to ensure that the Children of the Courtyard can maintain a high degree of efficiency and standardization when fighting.

You know, we can’t allow the Children of the Courtyard to have a situation of structural disarray and tactical inconsistency in future expansions.”

He paused, turned to Sayre, and added with a smile:

"What the principal means is that the Sons of the Courtyard will be organized into teams of ten in the future. Each team will be led by a strong person and will be responsible for the specific tactical execution. Then there will be a larger-scale integration of companies and regiments."

"Ten men make a squad, ten squads make a company, and ten companies make a regiment."

Sail's brows furrowed slightly. He could hear the undisguised gossip and self-satisfaction in Henry's words, but he did not respond directly.

In fact, he was more concerned about the new tactical team system mentioned by Henry.

Although he was taciturn on the field, he also realized that this way of organizing battles would greatly enhance the combat efficiency and strategic execution of the Sons of the Courtyard.

——The Son of the Courtyard not only needs to undergo physical strengthening, but also needs to complete a systematic reconstruction of the structure.

"However, the code does not completely apply to all the children of the courtyard."

The shapeshifter spread his hands and shrugged slightly, with a relaxed smile on his face, but a seriousness flashed in his eyes.

“Obviously, the compilation of the code was first and foremost set for the future Sons of the Courtyard.

But we, as the original children of the courtyard and students of Phase I, were not fully included in it.

The responsibilities and tasks we shoulder are destined not to fully meet the standards of the Code of the Sons of the Courtyard.”

He paused, looked around at the two comrades present, and added in a low voice, as if to make his words more meaningful:

"We are not just ordinary children of the courtyard. We have been given special functions and are destined to walk a different path."

He waved his hand gently, as if stating an obvious fact, his tone full of certainty:

“His Majesty’s intentions are clearly evident – ​​he is training us to become the backbone of the Courtyard.

We will become the future leaders, carrying the will of the Lord of the Courtyard, leading this area, and maintaining the order and future development of the courtyard."

The shapeshifter's expression became more serious, and his tone became very confident:

“Not only that, you see, the three of us, plus the other six sons of the courtyard, were all recruited personally by His Majesty and Director Hope.

The initial transformation of the Holy Casting started with us.

Haven't you noticed that the other six personally summoned sons of the courtyard have been assigned to various important positions and are playing a key role?

The three of us have been summoned here, obviously because His Majesty wants to assign us more important responsibilities."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his tone became more steady:

“We will carry out the will of the Lord of the Great Courtyard and take on more important tasks.

This is not only because we are the pioneers of the children of the courtyard, but also because we are destined to lead the future of the courtyard.

——This responsibility is as heavy as Mount Tai, but it is also destined to be glorious. "

The shapeshifter Henry Harding stood aside, his eyes occasionally glancing at the Titan's huge body, his posture elegant and with a hint of exaggerated ease, he always seemed to put himself in the most conspicuous place among everyone, and there was always a hint of arrogance in his words and deeds.

Of the three hundred sons of the Initial Court, Henry Harding was undoubtedly the most extrovert.

Seeing his confident look, Inquisitor Searle and Ordnance Officer Thomas did not show much reaction.

They all knew that their future in the courtyard was destined for a special task and position.

Thomas has long realized that he will occupy an important position in the mechanical armed department of the courtyard - from the previous contact with the Mole Science Society to the current connection with the second-generation Titan, he has a very clear position for himself. In the future, he will become one of the core members of the courtyard's powerful mechanized force.

And Inquisitor Sayre, based on his three-phase entry, knew that he would shoulder the heavy responsibility of hunting down and judging heretics. The road ahead was destined to be full of battles and hunting, and the pace would never stop.

He never got tired of it. As a prince of a fallen country, he was destined to walk on the path of killing.

Squeak squeak squeak——————

At this moment, the door of the dock opened with a bang, the sound of heavy machinery was heard, and three figures came with it.

Vice Principal Tulsi walked steadily, followed by the courtyard instructor Broly and the head of the mechanical department, Mole.

Three senior members of the courtyard walked into the dock. Their arrival was silent. The surrounding members of the Mole Science Society saluted respectfully and stood straight in tacit understanding until the mole waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

At this moment, the eyes of the three senior members of the courtyard were quickly locked on the Son of the Courtyard standing in a corner of the dock like a spark.

Inquisitor Sail's eyes were fixed on Vice-Principal Turles like a hawk, and a strange feeling surged in his heart. The almost instinctive alertness and impulse made the blood in his body seem to be humming.

His [Alien Restraint Item] also quietly began to stir at this moment, as if a long-lost desire to fight was surging, as if he felt some hidden stimulation was about to erupt.

Tours seemed to notice this, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips, his eyes flickering with interest in the Inquisitor's reaction.

He tilted his head slightly and said with a hint of teasing:

"Why, you can't help but want to kill me, the vice principal?"

His voice was lighthearted and a little joking, yet it still revealed an invisible sense of oppression, like a string that was pulled too tight and could break at any time.

Upon hearing this, the judge stood straight as if he had been deliberately carved, his eyes were cold and expressionless, he stood like an iron pillar and responded: "The student dare not."

The words were brief but full of coldness and determination, without any hesitation.

When Tours heard this answer, he smiled slightly, with a hint of interest in his eyes, as if he had already expected this scene.

He didn't say much, just shook his fox tail, seeming to be very comfortable.

"Another good fighting seedling."

He looked at Broly beside him, pointed at Cell and said to him:

"The Grey Knight Joachim Murat, who was previously identified by Abraham as the most talented fighter in the courtyard; and now this top-notch Inquisitor candidate who is full of hatred for heretics... The courtyard is really full of talented people."

Broly looked at the Inquisitor calmly and solemnly.

His eyes were emotionless, as if he was examining an opponent about to step onto the battlefield, or analyzing a newborn soldier.

Broly was silent for a moment, his face still as solemn as ever.

"I will teach them a fighting style that is unique to Berserkers, giving them a more bloody and direct power, and making them the true sharp swords of the courtyard."