Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Chapter 570 Installing a Shield on the Tank

Ralph's eyes lit up, and he suggested enthusiastically, "Master, how about we go and ask those mysterious robots?

This not only satisfies our curiosity, but also provides an opportunity to test what amazing abilities they possess."

Upon hearing this, Dalaran nodded in agreement without hesitation: "That's a good idea! I'll go find those robots and find out what's going on."

After saying that, Dalaran used teleportation to return to the flagship.

Dalaran went straight to the weapons and equipment maintenance room as if he was familiar with the place, because he knew that was where many robots gathered.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped into the maintenance room, he saw dozens of robots of various shapes working busily in an orderly manner.

"Captain of Dalaran! Hello!"

Upon noticing someone coming in, dozens of maintenance robots stopped what they were doing almost simultaneously, turned around in unison, and gave Dalaran a respectful and warm greeting in mechanically synthesized voices.

Dalaran smiled and responded, "Hello, masters! Thank you for your hard work!"

Although these guys in front of him are just a pile of cold and hard iron lumps, Dalaran knows that the value they contain cannot be underestimated. Each robot has a firm grasp of massive and practical knowledge and technology.

Because of this, when facing these robots with special skills, Dalaran always maintains due respect and humility. In his eyes, these seemingly ordinary robots are actually a precious treasure of the war group and deserve to be treated with care.

"I wonder what the Dalaran Chapter Captain has brought you here for? Is there something wrong with the weapons and equipment in the hands of the warriors? Do you need us to maintain and repair them?"

One of the maintenance robots broke the silence and asked. Its metal shell gleamed with a cold light, and its electronic eyes revealed a look of concentration and confusion.

Upon hearing this, Dalaran quickly waved his hand and said, "After this fierce battle, our weapons have not suffered much damage and no maintenance work is required for the time being.

But I've come here to ask for a favor. I wonder if the masters here can use their skills to forge a batch of powerful force field shields for us?"

His eyes scanned every maintenance robot present eagerly, full of anticipation.

Hearing this, the maintenance robots couldn't help but look towards Dalaran curiously, thinking to themselves: This is really strange. Since their weapons and equipment are intact, why do they come to us to make force field shields?

One of the maintenance robots politely asked, "Master of Dalaran, what kind of force field shield do you need us to help you create?"

As they spoke, the other maintenance robots also cast their curious eyes towards Dalaran.

Dalaran felt everyone's gaze and quickly spoke again, his attitude becoming more respectful: "Dear masters, to be honest, I hope you can help me make some force field shields suitable for installation on tanks.

This way, when our tanks charge into battle, they'll have stronger protection, reducing casualties and improving combat efficiency. What do you think, Masters? Could you lend us a hand?

Dalaran skillfully operated the personal terminal in his hand. A bright light shot out from the terminal, instantly projecting detailed and accurate data images of the Chimera armored transport vehicle, Predator tank and Conqueror tank in front of everyone.

The maintenance robots that had been busy nearby reacted quickly. They turned their electronic eyes that flashed blue light and quickly and accurately scanned the data that Dalaran had just projected into the data terminals they carried.

Then all the robots fell silent at the same time as if they were in sync, and began to have an in-depth discussion about the data.

Dalaran stood there quietly, like a steady mountain, his eyes calmly watching the robot team that was engaged in a heated discussion.

He did not rush to interrupt or urge, but just waited patiently for the final conclusion.

Time passed minute by minute, and one of the maintenance robots broke the silence.

It walked towards Dalaran on its mechanical legs and emitted a clear and crisp voice through its built-in speaker:

"Captain of the Dalaran Division, after our analysis and calculations, if these tanks are to be equipped with field shields, they should be of medium or large size.

However, the problem is that when these tanks were originally designed and shipped, there was no space or related interfaces reserved for installing the field shield.

Therefore, even if we are able to manufacture a suitable stand shield, we can only install it on the outside of the tank. This will inevitably affect the overall appearance of the tank."

After listening to the maintenance robot's report, Dalaran's tense expression relaxed a little, and he said loudly and casually:

"It doesn't matter, even if it's a little ugly! The most important thing now is how to maximize the defensive capabilities of these tanks. Compared to the increase in combat effectiveness, whether it looks good is completely secondary."

"That's good. As long as you don't care about the appearance of the tank, we are fully capable of installing an advanced force field shield on every tank you capture."

The maintenance robot replied to Dalaran in a steady tone.

Hearing this, Dalaran nodded without hesitation: "Appearance and other things are just insignificant details. The only priority is to truly improve combat effectiveness!"

His eyes were firm and sharp, and he was obviously looking forward to improving the tank's combat effectiveness.

Even if the Chimera armored transport vehicle and Predator tank will become unrecognizable and extremely ugly, as long as they can unleash more powerful power on the battlefield, all the efforts and changes will be worth it.

Seeing that Dalaran was so resolute and decisive and didn't mind the possible changes in the tank's appearance, the maintenance robot said no more and nodded in agreement, expressing its willingness to manufacture position shields for various tanks in the Raptor Regiment.

Dalaran suddenly asked with great interest, "How long would it take to equip all five hundred of our various tanks with field shields?"

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

After a moment's thought, the maintenance robot replied, "Based on the current production schedule, it will take approximately a full month to produce 500 force field shield generators suitable for medium and large tanks."

Its voice was still as calm as water, as if this length of time had been expected.

"This is very fast." Dalaran looked delighted.