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

Chapter 14 Swords facing each other

"[Treachery] is a conceptual force, part of a vast sacred ritual that transcends our existing philosophy of war and is outside the tactics of the Legiones Astartes."

"No one understands the power of betrayal except the Word Bearers. We have learned that lesson."

Choll looked around the hall, where the Ultramarines and Word Bearers gathered together to enjoy a feast.

“Suppose at this very moment, the Word Bearers suddenly launched a surprise attack on the Ultramarines, using bolter and plasma, chainswords and power swords, offering your blood to the Empyrean, and if you and I were to turn sword against sword.”

There seemed to be deep meaning in Chuoer's words, and his eyes were hard to describe, as if he wanted to make his old friend understand something, but it also seemed to be a deep mockery.

"My brother, I have to admit that this is an extremely vicious act." Lucille breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, this is not true. We have been immune to fear after superhuman transformation and training. However, this does not mean that we will not be horrified and shocked. We will inevitably be at a loss."

Lucille nodded very seriously. He had to admit that this was the part that the Father of Genes had overlooked. Enemies who believed that there was supernatural power in [betrayal] had to be dealt with.

"For the first time, I felt sorry for the tolerance and integrity of the Ultramarines. This was almost a naked statement, but he had no doubt at all."

Nikonna watched as the sergeant of the Thirteenth Legion seriously discussed the dangers of betrayal with the Word Bearers, but he did not think about a terrible fact: whether what the Word Bearers proposed was not just a hypothesis.

The atmosphere froze at this moment.

A chill from the highest heaven spread in the cabin, and Nikona felt that there seemed to be something watching what was about to happen.

"Can you understand me, my brother, my friend, my Luciel?"

Chul's voice rose and he straightened his back, hoping that his old friend would respond.

"Understand what? Perhaps you can explain it more clearly." Lu Xier asked.

"I was asked to join a new path. I needed to prove that I was truly committed to this great goal. I needed to..."

Solot Chor's eyes met Luciel's.

Luciel finally realized that if Chuol was forced to join a new path, he would inevitably have to abandon the old one.

He is not assuming or exploring.

[Betrayal] has arrived.

With superhuman reaction speed, he let go of the wine glass in his hand and reached for the bolt pistol at his waist at the maximum speed after decades of service. This was a completely honed instinctive reaction, and his consciousness seemed to still be immersed in an incredible freeze.

Choel's plasma pistol was aimed at Lusir. The weapon, which contained a miniature fusion core and was powered by hydrogen fuel, was activated and deadly plasma gushed out.

Nikona opened fire.

The silent bomb hit Chul's arm at such a close distance, shattering the protection of the extreme arm armor. The high temperature and fragments tore through the skin, black armor, dense muscles and bones that were as hard as alloy.

The plasma ball, as hot and violent as a star, deviated from its original trajectory. It should have completely vaporized Lucile's entire chest cavity, including the armor and plate-like ribs, as well as the two beating superhuman hearts.

Only half of his left arm was evaporated by the plasma. While his blood and muscles turned to ashes, the high temperature also burned and closed his aorta. The huge impact blew Lucile away.

His lower limbs shattered the tabletop, and the exploding fragments knocked the still-falling wine glass away, spilling the wine inside onto the deck.

All of this happened in a flash. "Enemy attack!"

Lucille's painful voice was amplified by the helmet, exploding like thunder in the ears of the Extreme Warriors.

Losing an arm was not a serious trauma for the Extreme Marines. Even though the embers of plasma were burning his flesh and blood, the pain was not as great as the betrayal by his brother.

The Word Bearers betrayed them.

Lucier's men instinctively wanted to turn around, but the sudden loud noise and the sound of grenade launchers made the blood of these superhuman warriors boil instantly.

But under the company commander's rebuke, they suppressed this instinct, and immediately overturned the tables and chairs in front of them and rolled over to avoid it.

The Word Bearers warriors who had been prepared were not distracted at all. They were a little surprised at the reaction of the Ultramarines, but they did not slow down at all. They raised their bolters and fired madly at their battle brothers.

The whistling of explosives and the high temperature raged in the cabin, and the cozy feast place now revealed its nature as a killing field.

Even with Lucier's warning, more than ten of the seventeen Ultramarines who came with him still fell under the guns of the Word Bearers.

The bombs shattered their power armor and flesh, leaving only a huge, empty wound. Through the cut surface, one could see the muscles and internal organs that were still twitching, the high temperature had charred them, and the metal armor was emitting a melting red light.

At such a close distance, explosive weapons can almost destroy the defenses of all parts except the shoulder armor and power backpack.

But no matter what, several Ultramarines still survived. They used bunkers and heavy marble tables as cover and dragged the seriously injured company commander to the rear of the battlefield at lightning speed.

Lucier stared at the traitor's face through his helmet, while Chor, whose arm was broken by the sudden bomb, turned his head and stared at the darkness with a bit of surprise and relief.

"Raven Guard..."

The Word Bearers did not understand when a Raven Son had infiltrated this sacred ritual, which should have been carried out smoothly and offered as a sacrifice to the Great One in the Empyrean.

There was no time to think about it. Nikona's precise bursts of fire came again, and with an attitude colder than a machine, he sent the bomb into the brain of the Word Bearer who was attacking other Extreme Marines at the moment.

The Word Bearers' heads exploded, blood mist filled the air, and the sudden appearance of the third person was like the hand of death, grasping their hearts.

Chul did not choose to continue fighting. He ordered his Word Bearers to cover his retreat and disappeared into the deep cabin at unparalleled speed.

Although it was not as perfect as planned, the Ultramarines who died here and the fallen Word Bearers still satisfied the sacrifice of [betrayal].

The bombardment of dozens of grenade launchers caused a large number of damaged holes in the battleship's bulkheads. The gas in the cabin was sucked into the vacuum of the universe along with the debris. The power boots on Nikona's feet activated the electromagnetic lock, firmly adhering to the deck.

"No further explanation is needed. The Word Bearers have betrayed."

Nikonna appeared in front of the remaining Ultramarines like a ghost, and the injured Lucier stood up again with the help of his comrades.

"Notify the Primarch immediately! Tell everyone that the Word Bearers are fucking traitors!"

At this moment, the series of explosion beams coming from the direction of the orbital platform completely stunned all the surviving Extreme Warriors.

The Cowes track is burning and the world is crying.

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