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

Chapter 18: Self-proclaimed Justice
The killing was very easy for the Seventeenth Legion. They only needed to open the void shield and slide. Those motionless steel beasts would be evaporated and destroyed by the void shield. The macro cannon's shells and light spears could make them boil completely.

This is even easier than target shooting, because the enemy's power system, void shield and attack system are still being started. You only need to find and aim at these cobalt blue warships, and you can completely destroy them after locking them.

Every time an Ultramarines ship was destroyed, the Word Bearers cheered and screamed from the bottom of their hearts. These were the people who destroyed the Perfect City and made them kneel and suffer humiliation under the oppression of the Emperor.

Today is the day they repay this humiliation to the Ultramarines.

Today is the day when the great power of the Most High reveals the ultimate truth.

Artillery fire was raging, plasma and light beams crisscrossed for hundreds of kilometers, and lightning tore through the enemy's armor, slaughtering all life.

The four-kilometer-long Sabre frigate exploded from the inside, the Hope battleship was engulfed in white-hot flames, and the explosion of the auxiliary aircraft carrier Farewell was like a flower, withering away tens of thousands of lives. The engine of the Vosferus was hit while it was turning, and the collapsed wreckage broke another troop transport in two.

Those ships full of honor turned into eternal graves without firing a single shot. After falling into the starry sky, they were captured by the gravity of the stars and continued to rotate, carrying their brave crews with them in the last moments of the battle.

Relying on the sacrifices of many brave and fearless people to delay time, the remaining warships finally gradually recovered. Their reactors burned violently, squeezing out all the energy to get the engines moving again.

"The weapon system of Macragge's Glory is online, and the power system will soon be restored!" The captain's report shocked the Primarch, and he immediately ordered the ship's light spears to fire at full power.

The Hellfire-class battleship Pure Flame that was attacking the dock was very gorgeous in appearance, like a huge shining blade. Its heavy bow could directly smash a small battleship in half, but its atrocities were about to end here.

Under the surging firepower attack of the Queen of Glory-class battleship, the dazzling light spear hit its tail, the high temperature like a star melted the armor, the energy explosion destroyed the engine, and in a series of explosions, the battleship also became a cold space wreckage.

The tail flame of Macragge's Glory burned again. This 26-kilometer-long giant battleship was the pinnacle of the Empire's forging technology. It could completely crush any opponent in a space naval battle.

This super battleship was filled with flames of rage, tearing apart any Word Bearers warship within sight.

The recovery of the flagship was a signal, and the large and small starships of the Ultramarines Legion gradually regained their mobility. Although most of them were injured, it did not affect their ability to smash their weapons on the enemy.

"Except for those that have been destroyed and those that have lost contact, about 45% of the warships assembled in Cowes have restored their power systems. They can now participate in this naval battle."

The captain's report made Guilliman's heart bleed. In just a few hours, the entire legion lost almost half of its warships, and the culprit of all this has not been punished yet.

"I order! All warships open fire at full power and defeat all enemies!"

The Primarch's voice rang out on all the Ultramarines' warships, and macro cannons and light spears constituted the only main theme of this brutal space naval battle.

Every moment, warships were exploding and sinking, but more were fighting back.

No fear, fearless!

"It's useless. Stop struggling, Roboute. You don't know what you are fighting against. The Wolf God Horus is rising. He will replace the Emperor as the new Lord of Humanity and lead all of humanity into the arms of the Most High."

"The other brothers have chosen to accompany him. I shall be his loyal comrade, as shall Fulgrim, Angron, Perturabo, Mortarion, Curze, Magnus, and Alpharius." "Ferrus is dead, beheaded by Fulgrim. The Gorgon was a great threat, but that is now a thing of the past. Vulkan is dead, as is Corax. How much strength remain?"

Guilliman understood completely what message Calth was trying to convey even by sending his weapon array to attack his flagship.

It wasn't just the Word Bearers who betrayed, it was half of the Primarchs and Astartes of the Imperium who betrayed.

This is not bad news, but a nightmare.

"Use your superhuman brain to think, Roboute. I won't tell such an obvious lie. You are the most rational one among us. You and I have had a long-standing feud, but I will not destroy your army because of a little personal grudge. Everything I do is to overthrow that hypocritical tyrant. I want mankind to truly embrace the Supreme Heaven and the perfect truth!"

Lorgar's eyes were full of fanaticism and excitement, which made Guilliman shudder as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Crazy, they are all crazy. They destroyed the great cause of rejuvenation, but they still claim to be doing it for humanity."

Guilliman really wanted to push Lorgar's head to the ground and ask this crazy charlatan: The hundreds of millions of lives that died on Calth that is burning at this moment, did they also die for the revival of mankind?
"Guilliman, I am here to destroy your legion because you are too threatening. Your damn Smurfs keep popping up like greenskins. You are too dangerous. Your existence is the biggest variable."

Lorgar leaned forward, almost breaking out of the holographic projection and rushing straight in front of Roboute.

"Putting aside our personal grudges, I actually admire you very much, so in order to respect you——"

"Please die."

Luojia's light and shadow began to transform, and the body made of light was actually dripping with sticky grease, the muscles melted to reveal the bones, until everything dissolved into a pool of strange liquid.

Guilliman instinctively sensed the change, he could feel that something that shouldn't exist had entered the material world.

It was a nightmare from the past, a malice resurrected from the long past, it came from the sea of ​​​​warp, and was breaking free from Lorgar's skin.

It has shiny black flesh, twisted blood vessels growing wildly, trembling and wriggling eyeballs all over its body, sharp teeth and claws, and huge bat-like wings. Its surface emits a faint light that can touch the deepest fears of human beings.

Its ferocious horns were four meters long, twisted and winding, and its hissing growls emitted an incomparable stench, which was a mixture of blood, venom and filth.

Guilliman's hand was on the hilt of his sword, and he was on full alert.

"Robot," it spoke in human language, "Let the galaxy burn!"

The evil power of the Warp descended along with the sacrifice of filthy spells, and a trace of power from the High Heavens suddenly exploded on the bridge of Macragge's Glory.

In this explosion frenzy that did not belong to the material universe, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboute Guilliman, was swept into space.

(End of this chapter)