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

Chapter 16 The Word Bearers Come

"The traitor is not just one person. The Warmaster has also betrayed your Emperor. He has already ended three loyal legions in the Istvaan system." Roxi also appeared in the projection and confessed the cruel truth.

"Horus... I understand."

Guilliman did not ask who this mortal who suddenly appeared was. Now was not the time to worry about such things.

At this time, gunshots were heard near the Global Museum. The roar of artillery fire was different from the falling wreckage. The Primarch immediately realized that danger was coming.

"I will welcome you on the flagship when this shameful betrayal is over."

Not only on the surface, the Word Bearers' fleet also finally emerged from the Mandeville Point in the galaxy, and the first battleship suddenly opened fire.

The battleship named False Emperor used all its lance weapons to attack the fleet that was gradually reacting, followed by the Crown of Colchis, the Pure Flame and the Hand of Fate.

The sudden outbreak of space combat forced the communication to be terminated, and Ventanus continued to inform all other warships that could be notified of the news of the Word Bearers' betrayal.

"Leave the battle in space to them, and we will deal with the enemies on the surface." Ventanus picked up the grenade launcher and led the Ultramarines out of the underground bunker.

"We are also the sons of vengeance, for Ferrus!"

Wieland and other Iron Hands, who had long been unable to suppress their passion for revenge, roared and rushed out of their shelters.

Unlike their miserable state after the bitter battle in Istvaan, each of these Iron Hands carried abnormal firepower equipment after receiving equipment supplies.

Plasma weapons comparable to vehicle-level ones, hundreds of miniature nuclear missiles carried by power armor, and more powerful, farther-reaching, and more explosive explosive guns.

In the ruins surrounding the Universal Museum, a large group of strange and crazy mortal soldiers are venting their bestial desires.

They completely ignored the horrific wreckage still falling from the sky, cheering and laughing as they slaughtered those who survived the disaster with rifles, pistols, knives and even spears.

Rather than being mortal soldiers, they were more like crazed cultists. These lunatics of the Seventeenth Legion howled as they stabbed their spears into the abdomen of a Numinas soldier with a broken arm. After he fell to the ground in pain, they rushed over, screaming and twisting their spears and blades to cause more pain.

They kept firing, knocking down civilians with guns, and then brutally killing them with their own sharp blades, as if they were providing terrible sacrifices to fulfill some kind of ritual.

"boom!"

The sound of explosives firing was heard, and several cultists who were being slaughtered exploded instantly, with pieces of flesh mixed with blood raining down all over the sky.

The Extreme Marines arrived, and Ventanus led his men to kill the enemies with great precision. Facing the explosive bombs, these mortal auxiliary soldiers were no different from pieces of paper. Once they were hit, their bodies would be completely shattered.

A cultist who looks like a leader is holding a ritual dagger and is slitting the throat of a wounded soldier. This is an officer and it will only make sense if he kills him with his own hands.

He didn't even see the attacker in his sight, but he saw his men explode and shatter one by one. The next second, his upper body also exploded instantly, and only one severed hand was still holding the treasured ritual dagger, which fell to the ground miserably.

"All enemies have been eliminated, search for survivors."

Ventanus's helmet showed that all targets marked in red had been killed, while those marked in green still needed rescue.

"Transport all the survivors back to the Global Museum. Treatment equipment and supplies have been sent from there. Everyone else, continue to follow me toward the port."

Ventanus's only concerns were to eliminate the enemy, rescue the wounded, and assemble the troops. The airport manager had mentioned that some ancient equipment was available at the port, but with the replacements provided by Roche, the necessity for that equipment was greatly reduced.

But the port is more than just that. There are a large number of mortal engineers and workers, as well as a large number of weapons and equipment waiting to be loaded.

The port's tower is located around the 60th landing platform, which is a natural shelter, so most of the survivors in the port gathered here to hide.

Fear and uneasiness still remained on everyone's face. They didn't know what had happened, but suddenly the sky seemed to collapse, and the starships in orbit fell one after another and smashed onto the surface of the planet Calth.

This shelter was not safe, as debris was still falling from the sky. If just one of them fell here, everyone would be killed by the shock wave.

But it is better than nothing. The heavy platform gives them a false sense of security. They huddle together, seeking some kind of shelter.

"Those are Space Marines! They're coming!"

Suddenly, some of the refugees saw Ventanus and others rushing over. Dozens of Extreme Warriors did not hide themselves, they appeared beside these survivors.

The survivors have many questions, cries, and requests. They want answers to what happened in Cowes.

Ventanus took off his helmet and put it on his waist, and said loudly: "War has come, there is no more time to explain and waste. Everyone retreat in this direction, the Global Museum has your shelter."

The crowd left quickly upon hearing this. Some of them supported each other, while others just trotted away from the place as quickly as possible.

"My Lord, if you wish to continue exploring this area, we can help."

Several volunteers stepped forward and did not choose to leave. Ventanus did not refuse but only selected two of them.

The Space Marines entered the ruins with their mortal servants and a few volunteers. They arrived at the port's control tower and the Space Marines spread out and entered each room to search for any lucky survivors.

Standing in the still intact corridor and looking out, Ventanus saw that large areas of facilities and shipping containers had been engulfed in flames, with thick black smoke rising into the sky. The fallen debris streaked across the sky like a meteor, making a deafening noise when it hit the ground.

The once busy port now looks like hell.

There were shouts from below, coming from the volunteers, and Ventanus saw three squads of Space Marines in red armor advancing towards the tower.

Those mortals had no idea what was happening.

Ventanus did not hesitate. He quickly raised his bolter and fired several rounds of bolt shells, hitting and destroying the heads of the two Word Bearers.

Space Marines wearing power armor are much stronger than mortals, and the explosive shells can only make a big hole instead of shattering the whole body after hitting them. But such injuries are still fatal.

The Word Bearers also reacted extremely quickly. They didn't know why the Extreme Marines, who should have known nothing, took the initiative to open fire, but it was obvious that they already knew the truth.

Both sides were firing wildly, walls and equipment were torn apart, and the exploding metal and concrete were equally deadly. There was a storm of fire and metal everywhere.

The Ultramarines and the Word Bearers engaged in close combat in the harbor.

(End of this chapter)