[Combined arms coordination + mass-produced mechs + faith-powered troops + interstellar expansion]
Lin Mo transmigrates to Pig-Dust Star as its poorest lord. The moment he opens his eyes, he sees three scrawny worker pigs and hears wolves howling from Blackstone Mountain. Howling Moon is leading a hundred war wolves, and in three days they'll trample his territory!
While others raise cattle and sheep, he turns worker pigs into steel warriors:
“Weld an iron shield onto this pig and make it part of the shield wall!”
“Fit that mechanical pig with a shock hammer, perfect for smashing wolf bones!”
“Convert the flame pig into a steam cannon and burn off every last vulture feather!”
When Howling Moon charges in with his war wolves, he finds no fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered, but ranks of Iron Hoof mechs, steam cannons spitting blue flames, and a worker-pig army armed with wolf-bone spears!
“Impossible! How can pigs fight this well?!” Howling Moon's eyes nearly pop out of his head.
Chewing on a blade of grass, Lin Mo watches the mechs crush the last war wolf. “Sorry, my pigs eat source-energy ore, train with faith power, and beat up anyone who refuses to submit. That means you.”
Faith crystals condense? Put them in mech cores!
Star-energy ore veins discovered? Build a starship!
Mechanical Zerg in the way? Let the Flying Pig squad teach them a lesson with their plasma cannons!
From Pigsteel City to Blackstone Mountain, from Pig-Dust Star to Rust-Iron Star, Lin Mo's pig army crushes everything in its path:
“War wolves? Turn them into lubricant!”
“Sand scorpions? Their shells will make mech armor!”
“Space pirates? They'll be emergency rations for my pigs!”
One day, Lin Mo stands amid the ruins of Rust-Iron Star, watching thirty thousand mech pigs form ranks behind him. He says coolly, “Next stop, the Milky Way. Who says pigs can't rule the universe?”
