Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 12: Clock Tower

The XIII Legion's flagship fell into a degree of chaos, but the chaos was suppressed by the swift response of the Ultramarines.

The crew handed over the data that they had not had time to process directly to the Primarch. The Primarch was using his superhuman brain to directly sort out and calculate the situation of the battleship and form an effective response plan in his mind.

"The communication system is offline, the power system is offline."

"The scanning system and shield system are still in operation." Guilliman put down the data tablet. The reactor of Macragge's Glory was affected, and the current energy was only enough to support the deployment of the shield.

"Then open the void shield first, scan the situation of other warships, and do your best to restore power and communications. Notify me as soon as any of them is restored. If it doesn't work, tell me the specific expectations!"

The Primarch was the core of the Legion. After the initial panic, order was restored. The crew raised the blast-proof curtains on the deck. They could rely on the simplest vision to judge the situation.

The sun from Calth illuminated the bridge, and one could see starships everywhere in the harbor and in low-Earth orbit. Some of them were still stationary, while others had partially restored engine power.

The surface of Cowes and the low-Earth orbit were not so lucky. The data shock brought serious damage. The ground units that lost their dispatch caused large-scale traffic accidents, and thick smoke and flames continued to rise into the sky.

Seeing this scene, Roboute suddenly understood.

"The weapons array was meant to give us an early warning, but they were unable to pass the message to us."

The power of the laser array is not as simple as just piercing the flagship's external armor. The fully activated orbital defense combined with the star fortresses and garrison fleets in space are enough to fight against any enemy who dares to invade Calth.

Apparently this was just a physical warning.

The surface wants to convey some information, but it cannot do so in the current environment.

The urgency of this information was such that they even needed to use their weapons array to launch an attack on the Primarch's flagship!

But what was the reason? Trapped in an isolated information island, the Primarch tried to analyze what the ground sentry tower wanted to express.

Is there anything that requires the surface to send a warning at the risk of one's life?
A full 200,000 Ultramarines and hundreds of warships gathered in this galaxy. This number even exceeds that of many smaller legions by several times.

Guilliman suddenly realized that although the XIII Legion now seemed fearless, in fact the Ultramarines were scattered on the surface of the planet and on various warships, and the starships were also docked at orbital ports for supplies.

The engines and reactors have been shut down, and the battleship's personnel have been dispersed for maintenance and material supply, with most people not at their posts.

This is the most vulnerable moment. If any enemy launches an attack at this time, Guilliman's legion will suffer extremely terrible damage.

"Who could be the enemy? Unknown waste code attacks, data shocks, and possible infiltration operations, who could be my enemy?" Guilliman's two hearts were beating wildly, and the thumping sound was like the beating of a war drum.

The Ultramarines never shy away from war, no matter who the enemy is.

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While the entire city of Calth was in chaos, a transport ship named the Clocktower had already started accelerating.

Its hull was insignificant compared to those battleships and cruisers full of honor, but at this moment, when those war behemoths were still struggling to restart their power and desperately sending signals to call their companions around them, its main engine of the real universe was already running at full capacity.

Under normal circumstances, the main engine is only activated when traveling short distances at sublight speeds or accelerating for a subspace jump.

The main engines roared, propelling the Campanile ever faster. Then, something even more insane happened—the Campanile activated its void shields. It was already very close to Calth, but its speed was too great for the naked eye or surveillance cameras to detect. However, the Macragge's Glory, which had reacted at this moment, had already detected it using its scanning arrays.

"The keel code has been confirmed, that ship is the Campanile!"

"Emperor, it wants to hit Coss!" the senior technician screamed.

"Weapons! Aim at it! Shoot it down!" The Primarch punched the command platform, unable to suppress his anger any longer. The alloy steel plate was dented by the furious Primarch.

At this moment in the Bell Tower, a large number of crew members have fallen in a pool of blood. The Chaos cultists holding ritual daggers laugh wildly as they cut their throats, smear the splattered blood on their skin, and devote themselves wholeheartedly to this evil ritual.

They pushed the engine output and void shield to maximum and laughed wildly.

"In the name of the Most High, destroy it!"

The Primarch's wrath could not be carried out, the weapon system of Macragge's Glory had not yet been put online, and they had no way of stopping the transport ship that turned itself into bullets.

The Campanile pierced through the low-Earth orbit platform of Calth. The ring-shaped steel structure was vulnerable to the Campanile, which was accelerated to the maximum speed within a quarter of the galaxy.

Although they were warned in advance, there were still a large number of warships, troop transports and cargo ships that remained in orbit. The largest and most conspicuous of them were the famous giant battleships and cruisers.

This crazy bullet was fired at the fleet of Calth, and its void shield grazed the hull of the assault ship Le Crus, destroying its sensor array and radar on the starboard side.

It passed through the hull of the large cruiser Queen's Sigh, and the void shield instantly tore apart all the surrounding cargo ships, repair ships and other small ships.

Blue and red sparks exploded on the surface of the void shield, and countless broken hulls splashed everywhere, bringing destruction and death to more warships.

The warships collided and crushed each other. Those steel monsters that were several kilometers or dozens of kilometers long rolled and entangled with each other. Their protruding spikes and claws were forced to pierce the bodies of their comrades, triggering a new round of explosions and losses.

However, some warships were unable to stop the crazy Clocktower, which pushed its void shield at nearly the speed of light to continue hitting the largest and oldest orbital dock, the Cosveridian Anchor Point, and tore apart and annihilated this huge metal creation with a diameter of 300 kilometers.

Everything that came into contact with the void shield was annihilated, the huge superstructure frame broke, the nine-kilometer-long Hatred's engine was pierced, the reactor consumed six thousand lives in the explosion, and more than thirty thousand engineers died in the aftermath of the explosion.

The cargo ships parked on the orbital platform were torn apart, and the cargo and containers loaded on forty-nine cargo ships and one hundred and sixty-eight small barges were thrown into the atmosphere. They rolled and burst into blue friction fire under the pull of the planet's gravity.

The biggest victim, the Soul of Connor, suffered a series of explosions in its reactor and ammunition depot, causing most of the ship to evaporate and disappear, while the remaining part, along with the dock structure, smashed into the world below.

There were shattered warships everywhere, and the dock, with its gravity failing, was falling into the atmosphere along with everything on it. The dock was doomed, and there was nothing that could stop it from crashing into Calth.

The remains of the Clocktower protected by the void shield were sprinting forward. It could no longer be called a ship, but more like a huge and extremely dangerous piece of space junk. It tore apart the miracle created by Calth and dragged at least dozens of warships to hell with it.

It all happened so fast, in just a breath.

There was no sound in the silent universe. All people could only see the continuous dazzling explosion light spreading and gushing wildly, and then they could feel the fear and helplessness from the bottom of their hearts.

Today is the day of destruction for Calth.

(End of this chapter)