Roya reached out and collected the three pale gray fragments floating before him.
Pop.
The fragments disappeared into his inventory.
A crisp system notification echoed in his mind.
Opening the Knowledge Book, Roya immediately checked the newly unlocked entry.
[Terminator Armor Fragment] Collect 5 fragments to synthesize: [Terminator Armor Manufacturing Blueprint] Without wasting another second, Roya closed the interface and walked toward the second storage container.
“01001000!
01100101!” A shrill stream of binary code suddenly erupted from the Techmarine’s vox-speakers.
The Lamenters’ Techmarine had completely lost control.
His servo-arms flailed wildly as pistons drove his bionic legs across the deck.
“You blasphemer!” “You desecrate the Omnissiah’s sacred relics!” His optical sensors glowed crimson with fury.
Roya didn’t even glance at him.
He calmly raised his Iron Pickaxe.
“Stop him!” The Techmarine struggled desperately.
“Chief Librarian Karkullis!” “He’s murdering the Machine Spirit!” Bang!
The Iron Pickaxe struck the second damaged suit of Terminator Armor.
Black Minecraft-style cracks spread rapidly across the ceramite.
One final swing— Pop.
The entire suit disappeared into white particles.
Two pale gray fragments slowly floated into the air.
Roya reached out.
The fragments entered his inventory.
The five fragments immediately merged together.
A burst of golden light flashed.
A parchment scroll appeared.
[Obtained: Terminator Armor Manufacturing Blueprint] Roya immediately opened the crafting recipe.
The armor’s crafting pattern was almost identical to the Mk VII Aquila Power Armor.
The only difference…
The chestplate and leggings required Iron Blocks instead of Iron Ingots.
Nine Iron Ingots became one Iron Block.
A complete suit consumed sixteen additional Iron Blocks compared to standard power armor.
For Roya…
That cost was insignificant.
He casually placed a Crafting Table onto the floor.
Iron Ingots.
Iron Blocks.
Redstone.
The materials rapidly filled the crafting grid.
Click!
The first component appeared.
Helmet.
Chestplate.
Leggings.
Boots.
Power Pack.
Barely ten seconds later…
A flawless suit of Terminator Armor rested upon the floor.
Its gray ceramite gleamed brilliantly.
Not a single scratch marked its surface.
No centuries of repairs.
No patched-over damage.
Every servo hummed as though it had just left the forge.
Silence filled the room.
The Techmarine stopped shouting.
Even his mechanical jaw froze open.
His optical sensors continuously scanned the armor.
Impossible.
Completely impossible.
The Machine God Himself…
Had never performed such a miracle before.
Roya ignored the stunned silence.
Walking forward, he pressed the newly crafted Terminator Armor against himself.
A flash of light.
His Mk VII Aquila Power Armor automatically returned to his inventory.
In its place appeared an enormous suit of Tactical Dreadnought Armor.
Gigantic pauldrons.
Massive ceramite plating.
An immense armored frame.
He resembled a walking fortress.
Ordinarily…
Even fully augmented Space Marines sacrificed mobility while wearing Terminator Armor.
But Minecraft ignored weight.
The system only recognized armor value.
Roya casually twisted his waist.
He threw two punches.
The air exploded.
The massive armor felt as light as ordinary clothing.
A smile appeared on his face.
“Looks like movement penalties don’t exist.” Karkullis immediately stepped forward.
“My lord.” “Not everyone can use Terminator Armor as effortlessly as you.” “Even Space Marines lose agility while wearing it.” “But…” “If we equip our finest assault veterans…” “They’ll become an unstoppable spearhead.” Roya nodded.
“Good.” “You choose the candidates.” Then, inwardly…
“I still need more mob farms…” “Much more iron…” Suddenly— Thud!
The Techmarine dropped heavily to both knees.
His forehead struck the floor.
His servo-arms folded respectfully.
“01011001!
01100101!
01110011!” Binary code poured continuously from his vox-speakers.
Roya blinked.
“…Karkullis.” “What did he just say?” The Chief Librarian coughed awkwardly.
“My lord…” “He believes…” “…that you are the Omnissiah incarnate.” “He deeply regrets his previous disrespect.” “And wishes to devote the rest of his life to serving you.” Roya couldn’t help smiling.
He looked down at the kneeling Techmarine.
“Stand.” “I don’t need worshippers.” “I need people who can work.” “If you truly want to help…” “Then stay.” “And start building.” The Techmarine immediately rose.
“Praise the Omnissiah!” “Your mercy is beyond measure!” His optical sensors flickered so rapidly that lubricant leaked from several joints.
Roya ignored the dramatic reaction.
“Titus.” “Silas.” “Kahn.” “Phoros.” The four immediately approached.
“The forces of Nurgle are advancing.” “Ordinary firepower won’t stop them.” “We need stronger breakthrough units.” He quickly issued orders.
“Titus.” “Silas.” “Continue operating the Witch Farm and Mob Farm.” “Deliver every Iron Ingot and every piece of Redstone here.” “Kahn.” “Organize the Guardsmen.” “Strip every usable metal pipeline from these ruins.” “Phoros.” “You’re crafting Terminator Armor with me.” “Understood!” The four dispersed immediately.
Roya turned toward Karkullis.
“Select the Chapter’s best veterans.” “The ones most suited to Terminator Armor.” The Librarian saluted before departing.
Resources soon began arriving continuously.
After teaching Phoros the crafting process…
The two immediately started working side by side.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The sound of crafting echoed continuously.
Heavy gray armor rapidly piled into a growing mountain.
Barely twenty minutes later…
Karkullis returned.
Behind him marched eighty veteran Lamenters.
Their eyes burned with excitement.
Never in the Chapter’s tragic history…
Had they possessed such wealth.
Under the guidance of the Techmarine and several veteran armorers…
The warriors quickly equipped themselves.
Eighty Space Marines stood silently before Roya.
Each wore pristine Terminator Armor.
Storm Bolters rested in one gauntlet.
Power Fists adorned the other.
Like an impenetrable wall of living steel.
Even the Techmarine stood quietly nearby.
Instead of chanting maintenance rites…
He continuously recited hymns praising the Omnissiah.
Roya nodded with satisfaction.
This armored spearhead could crush almost anything in the underhive.
Yet…
His smile slowly faded.
The greatest threat remained.
Nurgle’s plague.
The corruption spread through flesh with horrifying speed.
Even a single touch could doom an ordinary Guardsman.
Roya looked toward the darkness beyond the ruins.
Then— He froze.
Near the edge of a polluted reservoir…
A familiar flash of light appeared.
A blocky creature covered in black-and-white patches slowly materialized.
It lowered its square head.
Sniffed the toxic industrial sludge.
Then calmly let out a long, “Moo!” Roya’s pupils contracted.
His heartbeat accelerated.
A cow.
An actual Minecraft cow.
His luck was unbelievable.
Within Minecraft’s rules…
No matter what poison afflicted a player— Poison.
Wither.
Any negative status effect.
A single bucket of milk removed them all instantly.
Roya couldn’t suppress his grin.
“When you need something…” “It appears.” An empty Iron Bucket instantly appeared in his hand.
Wearing his massive Terminator Armor…
He strode directly toward the cow.