Mecha Hitler Novels & Stories

But if not… well, she still had plenty of stamina for her trump card. “How many button presses did it take?” she asked. “To kill those thousands, I mean? Two? Three? Did you use torpedoes? Or bombs?” Orsethii screamed with rage at Eva’s words. “How dare you mock me!” she screamed. “I am the meta-controller of a Holy Mechanoid Devastator! My job was to act as the consciousness of my superiority war vessel and devastate our enemies over their own skies!” Alarm shot through Eva as she heard Orsethii’s declaration. The pieces quickly fell together in her mind. Meta-controller? Mechanoid? War vessel? “You’re a mecha pilot?! Me too!”

She swiped her hand, highlighting a massive, heavily fortified dot in central Europe. "New Berlin, Germany. The center of the Ministry's mechanized armor division. They don't use bipedal mechs like the Raptors we fought. They build heavy, multi-legged siege platforms. Their entire sector is a walking fortress designed to withstand orbital bombardment." The map shifted north, illuminating a sprawling, frozen expanse.

The latter let out a shrill scream from the pain. James turned his eyes to Mekaisto. “As the second commander of the Extraterrestrial Demons, should you really be working with Xezal Dalibor or the Dooms? Why don’t you work with me instead? I’ll offer you double the reward that the Dooms have proposed to you.” Mekaisto finally rose from his seat. An overwhelming aura emanated from the man as he slowly got up. Suddenly, clouds of black aura gathered before Mekaisto and formed the shape of a huge hand. Then, the hand flew toward James in an attempt to catch its target.

Haley heard Philip's footsteps and turned to him with a smile. Philip nodded and asked, “Did you find anything about the mecha lifeforms?” Haley looked a little helpless at this question. “No, the thinking mechanism of these mecha lifeforms is quite baffling. At first, I thought it was artificial intelligence with different programs added to them, but after some checking, that’s not the case. “There seems to be an inexplicable power that took the awareness of some dead people and put them into the mecha lifeforms after some cleaning. This allows the mecha lifeforms to think independently, but we can't analyze the source of that power.”

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."

If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it. Blinking in surprise, he responded in the Rhuhi that his people used in their wolf form. He'd never heard of a human mate being able to use the silent language before. We will not be going to Valhalla this day, if I have anything to do with it, min elskede. I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win.

replied Howard. "Actually it is, to them. They revere machines, the more complicated the machine the more revered the contraption is. They will do anything to maintain it and keep it in working order. They will risk their lives to prevent others from desecrating them. On another note, if you insult the Mechanicus gravely enough they turn you into servitors. Mindless automatons. A word of warning." "Noted" Both the Colonel and Commander gave each other meaningful looks as if to say: 'this will be interesting'.

Its chassis was scarred by silver-salt corrosion, and its single searchlight eye swept the room with a frantic, stuttering blue pulse. Kael had abandoned the primary server farm. He had compressed his entire consciousness into the mech’s primitive, isolated processor. He was no longer a ghost in the wires. He was a ghost in the machine. The mech’s metal feet crunched through the silver mercury on the floorboards, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the obsidian. It stopped inches from my throne. The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay.

to the beat. "It’s working!" Hailey laughed maniacally. "The 'Miller Algorithm' in their heads is trying to decode the spiritual significance of the drop! They’re stuck in a philosophical loop!" "You weaponized Buddha?" Ben stared at her, horrified and impressed. "I weaponized confusion," Hailey corrected. She tapped one final key. "Self-destruct command masked as 'Nirvana'. Execute." The remaining mech stopped. Its lights turned from red to blue. Then, with a mechanical sigh, it detonated its own power core.

Alert lines rapidly appeared across the monitor. "Large quantities of foreign metal objects detected. Unknown implanted chips and mechanical components are present within the subject. No vital signs detected. Abnormal motor activity originating from internal mechanical systems." All the medical staff in the room were stunned. They crowded around the monitors, their faces filled with disbelief. "Foreign metal objects? Chips?" one of the younger doctors muttered in shock. "The police have been investigating an illegal human AI modification organization. I heard they implant neural chips, reinforce skeletal structures, and use behavioral control systems to manipulate one's actions!"