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

Chapter 17 The original body debates
This group of Word Bearers who had intended to launch a sneak attack were instead put in a passive situation.

The explosive shells fired from the tower penetrated the windows and walls and shot accurately towards the helmets of the Word Bearers. The advantage of being high above increased the power of the explosive shells and made the counterattack of the Word Bearers more unfavorable.

Being high above others is a natural advantage.

But the tower was not a safe place either, as the Word Bearers' counterattack bombs could also break through the not-so-thick barriers.

The broken metal and flames devoured the lives of the two mortals who volunteered. Their bodies exploded into blood mist, and only a few finger-sized pieces of flesh and blood remained.

Their bodies were even thrown into the lower space along with the floor by the impact, and buried together with the concrete and steel.

Faced with weapons that can kill Astartes, mortals are too fragile and will most likely die even if they just touch them.

Deputy Selaton witnessed all of this. He had no time to mourn for the mortals. He and his fighting brothers retreated steadily, gradually keeping a distance.

The overall structure of the tower was constantly damaged by the bomb attacks, and soon it began to collapse with a scream. When the internal metal structure and external support could no longer bear it, the entire tower collapsed.

Smoke and dust spread, and the figures of the Extreme Warriors had disappeared in the ruins.

Were they buried? Or did they escape?
The Word Bearers officer kept scanning the ruins, and the auxiliary system in his helmet was also searching for traces of the enemy.

Next to Ventanus lay a wounded battle brother, his feet were hit by explosives, and the power armor could not protect him, so his calves and thighs had been turned into slag, but he was still alive, and his powerful hemostatic ability slowed down the loss of life.

"Leave it to you, brother."

In response, they were sounded by a thunderous roar of missiles. Hundreds of micro-missiles were fired from one side of the battlefield, and the support of the Iron Hands accurately arrived at the coordinates they provided.

The fission of atoms released enormous amounts of energy, and densely packed nuclear missiles exploded in the Word Bearers' positions. These hugely threatening Astartes did not even have much ability to resist before they were completely evaporated in the flames of the explosion.

This is completely unequal firepower. Under the covering bombardment of the missile nest, even a small Titan is at risk of being severely damaged.

And these are exactly what the Iron Hands excel at.

With gunpowder still wrapped around his body, Wieland led the warriors into the battlefield. They laughed happily. The joy of revenge slightly reduced the anger of these warriors, but it was not enough.

They needed to completely destroy the damned traitor and drown the traitor's master, Lorgar, in his own blood.

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The battle in space is even more brutal.

The Word Bearers' fleet continued to appear on the outer edge of low-Earth orbit. They had come from afar, and their engines and weapon arrays had already been preheated, while half of the Ultramarines' warships still had their engines turned off.

This also means that this will be an unequal massacre.

The Pseudo-Emperor pointed its side at the anchored starships, and rounds of bombardment came down with fury on the beasts waiting to be slaughtered.

Each volley would kill an opponent, leaving them without power, unable to activate their void shields, or even to fight back.

The Holy Salamance was hit and the hull was torn into pieces.

Guilliman witnessed it all.

He stood on the bridge, constantly recording the fleet's losses and recovery. Many warships were being destroyed by the enemy, but they were also delaying the enemy's progress, buying time for the rest of the team. Faster! Faster!
The Primarch roared in his heart, but on the surface he only showed an increasingly calm and stern demeanor.

The communication was linked again, and the one who initiated the link was Luojia's flagship.

Guilliman chose to accept the communication, and the light shone again. Lorgar's somewhat illusory figure appeared in front of him, while the figures of his offspring were difficult to find.

Luo Jia's head was lowered, his eyes were sunken, and his entire face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious darkness.

"You damned beast! How could I have believed that you would correct yourself? You won't. You will just bite me a few more times like a wild dog!"

Before Lorgar could speak, Guilliman's angry rebuke was heard.

"My brother, I thought you would say some useless words like misunderstanding and request for a ceasefire." Lorgar was a little surprised by Guilliman's performance. He knew that his brother had a weak brotherhood and even felt guilty about it.

Weakness and guilt mean there are holes in the soul, and holes contain opportunities for betrayal.

A guy like Lion El'Jonson would never reveal his weaknesses.

"Stop playing such an abstract role. It is you who unleashed the Chaos Code. It is you who created the chaos. It is you who declared war on me! It is you who caused Calth to burn and my people to die."

"I only regret not having gone a little harder when I burned that damned cesspool city. Your stinking statues and scriptures should have been destroyed more thoroughly. I even gave those Colchis seven days to evacuate."

Guilliman's reaction shocked Lorgar. According to the trajectory of the Supreme Heaven, Roboute should still know nothing at this moment. What made him realize the truth so early?

"You boneless bug, you chose to abandon the Emperor and betray him. Your former barking loyalty and faith are nothing but stinking excrement. Which master have you chosen for yourself?"

After knowing that the other party had betrayed him, Roboute vented his anger by insulting the other party, without any grace or intention of saving face for the other party.

"Lorga, you have no faith at all. You are just a loyal dog of power, you poor maggot! Your father should have fed you to Russ and let you die early!"

"How dare you insult my faith!"

This high-intensity output made the bald Primarch feel annoyed, especially Guilliman's insults to his beliefs, which made him extremely angry. His original intention to play tricks on the other party was gone.

It was obvious that he should have taken the initiative, humiliated Guilliman from a superior position, and vented the hatred of the former Perfect City on him.

But why did it end up that he was scolded by Guilliman and even became angry and broke down?

This was completely different from what Lorgar had imagined and predicted.

He was even prepared to say, "I am an orphan" when Guilliman tried to soften him with brotherly love and oppress him in the name of the Emperor, to completely slap this brother and the Emperor in the face. To prove his absolute loyalty to the Supreme Heaven.

"Robot, you will soon understand that Calth is a sacrifice, the beginning of a new universe, the dawn of a fairer order, and the galaxy will be transformed and reborn."

"And our father will fall from his throne and die, because you are foolish and stubborn, and the Most High will never extend an olive branch to you."

"The Empire is gone, the galaxy is burning, and our fathers' dream is coming to an end."

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