Amidst the continuous broadcasts, the chief maintenance engineer in charge of the site was also giving instructions without stopping.

"Quickly, quickly... clean the excess oil off the engine."

"Ground crew! Ground crew team, check the fuel tanks of all armed machines. If there is any old fuel residue, dispose of it and add the latest No. 5 solidified biofuel."

Upon seeing the indicator light in the weapons depot turn green, someone immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

"Bring up all the divine weapons and distribute them according to the number of each giant machine. Don't send the wrong ones. Each pilot has a different weapon. Sending the wrong one is a matter of life and death! Everyone, stay alert."

In fact, without the commander urging them, all the engineers and technicians were working with their utmost enthusiasm.

Ten years of honing a sword, even the most well-informed ordinary people already know that humanity is preparing a major move. But if someone in your family has joined the military, you can generally understand the gist of it.

However, only the top leadership and the truly elite troops knew the specific, real plan.

Several young technicians guided the transport vehicles from warehouse A1, and while ensuring the route was correct, they had already begun setting the transport path on their control panels according to the corresponding numbers.

After repeated confirmations, their remaining task was to use a scanner to monitor the maintenance status of these weapons.

As the transport vehicles passed by, the young techie's eyes were fixed on the powerful weapons, each exuding a chilling aura, as the blue light screen of his handheld scanner scanned them repeatedly.

There are spears of Longinus that are over ten meters long, as well as silver knives with specially designed blades and shapes, and even some shaped like tridents, giant axes, and giant hammers.

"This is the divine weapon... How I wish I could hold it someday, alongside my own colossus!"

The young technician murmured, somewhat mesmerized.

"Li Wei, what's there to be discouraged about? You were just a few points short of passing last year's test. You might pass next year's test. As long as you persevere and don't fail, you can become a Titan pilot!"

Li Wei’s good friend, Yuji Watanabe, encouraged him.

As the requirements for green cards in China become more lenient, more and more Chinese citizens are being able to pass special testing and assessments, with many of them being people from neighboring countries who look similar.

They came to China not only out of admiration, but also with the idea of ​​leaving the "poor devil area".

The term "psoriatic zone" does not refer to a low concentration of psoriatic energy, as there are no longer any places on Earth with low psoriatic energy concentrations. Rather, it is a term used to describe the rate at which psoriatic talents are born.

Although the concentration of psionic energy worldwide is so high that it reaches an exaggerated level of liquid when measured on special instruments, for some reason, psionic adaptability is worrying in certain regions.

For the sake of their offspring, some far-sighted parents choose to immigrate, and those accustomed to similar races are naturally the first choice.

Strangely, this psychological comforting approach, which was ridiculed by some biology experts, actually works, proving the experts wrong and becoming one of the mysteries of the new world.

Yuji Watanabe is a Japanese man who obtained a green card in China with his parents when he was 10 years old. His family has been fascinated by Chinese culture since childhood, and now he is a typical Chinese person.

At this moment, Li Wei and Watanabe Yuji looked at these imposing divine weapons with envy.

Each weapon corresponds to a highly skilled Colossus pilot.

Yes, their strength is exceptional, not just when they are piloting the Colossus. Even in their normal state, these pilots are powerful beings like superheroes.

The knowledge system of co-evolution between super biological weapons and their owners has been fully researched, and both the theoretical system and practical experience have a mature database.

As technical soldiers, these are all compulsory courses during military academy.

The selection criteria for human pilots of the Colossus are extremely stringent. After passing the physical fitness test, they must undergo a long period of training and knowledge acquisition.

Only after surviving elimination from the training camp will their personal DNA information, mental field band, and psionic affinity be recorded in detail, and then this information will be sent to the weapons industry company.

Custom-designed colossus weapons are tailored to the physical condition of prospective pilots.

The resulting model is almost perfectly compatible with every new pilot as soon as they get on the plane, greatly shortening the adaptation process and virtually eliminating the risk of rejection accidents.

In earlier years, due to aversion to accidents and mental strain, there were many cases of new recruit drivers becoming vegetative or mentally disabled, and quite a few died as a result.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the early Colossus models had a high proportion of biological muscle organs and the weak biological force restraint of the machine itself.

Five years ago, the new generation of Colossus IX2 was basically positioned as having a biological to mechanical ratio of 6:4, instead of the earlier models' 8.5:1.5. The earliest batch of experimental models were even more ferocious, reaching a ratio of 9:1.

This places far greater demands on the driver's endurance than simply adding more; even a slight increase would be fatal. Of course, the same applies to power, not to mention the benefits of co-evolution.

By now, the earliest models of the Colossus have been completely biomassified. The internal circuitry and engines have been "corroded" and evolved by the source and active metals, and through consuming new achievements, they have evolved into the Protoss Mithril architecture system.

For drivers, their vehicles and their cars seem to have become two parts of one body.

These machines and their pilots are the elite of the human military, directly subordinate to the World Tree Alliance and the World Tree Council, and nominally not belonging to any human nation.

However, while the power of these super giants does not belong to any nation, the pilots do have nationalities.

It is worth mentioning that almost all drivers will awaken their psionic talents as their compatibility and co-evolution with their vehicles increase.

This is another reason why the number of applicants for the Giant Soldier pilot exam remains high.

After everything was checked and confirmed by the commander-in-chief, the electronic broadcast sounded again.

"The transport ship will arrive in 1 minute. All ground crew, evacuate immediately. Please set the transport racks to random mode... Repeat, the transport ship will arrive in 1 minute..."

Meanwhile, the pilots of the Colossus had already boarded a special troop transport fleet and headed to a starport located in Earth's outer orbit.

The base of the interplanetary port is two specially extended branches of the "World Tree".

Just a few branches on two sections of the trunk were enough to meet the requirements of a new port of the current scale for all mankind, and various facilities were built on them.

Breaking through to the Gold level is not easy. Wu You has tried, and it is impossible to achieve a breakthrough from Gold level through cultivation.

The ancient tree has now reached the pinnacle of the Gold-level advanced stage, infinitely close to the next level. Even Wu You doesn't know when it will break through, or rather, it's still a long way off.