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

Chapter 2 Reinforcement of the Future
Since the landing site massacre, the overall organization of the three legions of Iron Hands, Salamanders and Raven Guard has been disbanded, and the mixed team composed of Weyland and others has been harassing the traitors through elusive guerrilla tactics.

But it is obvious that on a planet completely controlled by the enemy, there will be less and less living space for the loyalists. The enemy is killing the survivors through constant fire coverage.

They had to leave this damn planet, leave the encirclement of the traitors, deal a fatal blow to them where they least expected, and let their blood dry on the way to the encirclement of Terra.

"We also have the [Sisyphum], which has been repaired and upgraded by Iron Father. We can use it to leave here."

There was a gleam in Nikona's eyes. The Warmaster's ambition had ruined the glory of the Great Crusade. Most of the soldiers of the three legions had been killed. So the next target of the Warmaster would be the throne world of mankind - Holy Terra.

The tempo of war must be wrested back from the enemy.

But to evacuate to the Sisyphum hidden in space, they must break through the blockade of the damn traitors.

"We have to think of a way to evacuate to the Sisyphum. Although the traitors' main force has left, we still cannot deal with the remaining enemies."

Just as Weiland was about to say something else, a violent scream suddenly came from outside. It was a warning that the air was being torn apart and death was about to come.

It's heavy firepower coverage!

As a clan warrior of the Iron Hands Legion, Weyland was well aware that this was the bombardment from heavy vehicles and heavy artillery.

Their shameless traitorous brethren, the Iron Warriors, are particularly adept at this.

Even though they were underground, with thick rock and soil as a cushion, the people hiding underground were still shaken to their knees, with a dull pain in their chests inside the power armor.

"Too many brothers who were stronger than me were killed in the indiscriminate bombing..."

Nikonna sighed silently. In the face of such a devastating bombing, stealth skills seemed useless.

The bombing continued, and Wieland's face became increasingly ugly.

He noticed that the traitors' firepower was increasing and even the density of firepower was rising.

This means that they already know the coordinates and the strangulation net has been set up.

"Those Death Guards were sent as bait."

"Notify the soldiers to continue evacuating to the reserved tunnel underground. We have to give it a try!"

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Deep in the mantle of Isstvan V, a kilometer-long metal ship drifts in a constant flow of molten magma.

Faced with the compression of hundreds of millions of tons of rock and soil, even the hardest refined gold of the human empire could hardly support this great force of nature. However, this long-dormant ship moved freely in the magma like a fish.

The planet's geological activity drives this human creation.

As the ship restarted, the stasis field generator located in the core compartment stopped working and the sound of the system self-check echoed.

[First level protocol started]

[Information entropy reading completed]

[Vacuum Zero-Point Energy Engine Startup]

The voice that spanned ten thousand years reappeared in the command center of Red Alert.

After a period of adaptation, Luo Xi finally recovered from his 10,000-year hibernation. He ordered the starship's intelligent brain to go online and control it to leave its current location.

The Red Alert is in as good a condition as if it had just left the laboratory, with no trace of time left.

A beam of blue plasma burst out from the engine at the rear, and the Red Alert began to accelerate in the incredibly dense lava.

The high-speed friction of the ship was covered by a thin energy shield, and the decomposition field module at the bow was activated, shattering all the rock veins that blocked the way forward.

At the same time, Nikonna and others who were evacuating in the underground tunnel suddenly sensed an unusual and strange vibration.

The perceptive Son of the Dark Raven, through the sensors on the legs of the power armor, sensed that the shock was different from the bombardment outside, and it came from deeper underground.

Not only that, Nikonna's two hearts were beating violently, and his cerebral cortex seemed to be pierced by invisible needles, and he was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of crisis.

This sense of crisis only appeared when he first landed on the scene and witnessed his own warships being destroyed by light spears and macro cannons in orbit and falling due to the gravity of the planet.

He and the Iron Hands suddenly stopped and continued to run wildly in another direction. These dusty and scarred genetically modified warriors rushed through the underground passage, not even caring that their violent movements might be captured by the Iron Warriors on the surface.

A faint light broke out from the ground, and a large amount of rocks fell into it and were decomposed by some invisible force.

"By the Emperor! What is this? A rebel underground vehicle?"

The Iron Hands warriors were shocked, because what appeared before them was a giant ship with no visible beginning or end. Its flashing front shattered everything that was blocking it. If they had not changed direction in time, they would have collided with this unknown mechanical creation that was rampaging underground.

Weiland's electronic eyes analyzed the sudden intruder and compared it with the vehicles recorded in the database.

[Comparison failed, no similar targets found]

The loyalists' retreat has been blocked, and these Emperor's warriors hold their bolters and power swords tightly, ready to die.

These brave warriors who survived the massacre at the landing site never feared death.

"Don't rush to act. This may not be the traitors' vehicle. Find out the situation first."

Wieland stopped his soldiers from wanting to open fire. This mysterious underground giant ship could travel through the hard crust and mantle of the planet, and it was definitely not something they could destroy without heavy firepower.

Even on the battlefield in space, if the Astartes want to carry out boarding operations, they need the help of boarding torpedoes or transmission beacons.

The artillery fire from the outside Iron Warriors became more and more fierce. These traitors who believed in the torrent of steel and firepower supremacy had already discovered the unusual geological vibrations in the area.

Nikona was convinced that the ones chasing them this time were definitely not a small group of troops, but enemies wearing Terminator armor and equipped with a large number of heavy weapons.

The giant ship stopped moving, as if it had discovered the little bugs outside. Fist-sized pieces of gravel and sand fell sparsely from the rock formations above its head, but the Space Marines didn't care and let them fall on their power armor and helmets, making clanging sounds.

Finally, before the patience of the Legionnaires was exhausted, a hatch more than four meters high opened from the side of the ship, spewing high-pressure gas. Before that, with the eyesight of the Astartes, it was impossible to see that there was a hatch above that could be passed.

A hatch of this size is just enough for these superhuman warriors, who can reach a height of 2.4 meters when wearing power armor, to enter easily.

Nikona and Weiland looked at each other. How could the owner of this mysterious ship be so confident in letting them in?

On the outside of this amazing giant ship, there was no familiar Sky Eagle emblem, or other common paint schemes of the Imperial Navy.

It is too simple, and the silver-white hull seems to be cast in one piece, without any traces of welding or riveting.

The Empire's warships would usually be equipped with macro cannons and light spear arrays on both sides, which could deliver firepower to the enemy when facing sideways, but now they saw nothing.

"Could it be those alien ships? They don't look like the Empire's warships, and I've never heard of such huge creatures that can rampage through the earth's crust!" An Iron Hands warrior asked in confusion. Another Salamander warrior next to him, who was extremely tall and a head taller than his companions, bumped into him with a muffled sound.

"If it's the Black Bean Sprouts' ship, then we'll board it and kill them all!"

The Sons of Nocturne have a natural blood feud with the Dark Eldar who often plundered the people of Nocturne. Especially after the return of the Primarch Vulkan, the Salamanders' warriors gave the other side a powerful revenge.

A dozen Astartes filed in, following the Iron Father's command and forming a formation to prevent a surprise attack.

This is an empty cabin. The silver-white floor exudes a metallic luster. Invisible lights are projected from the walls, but no trace of the light source can be found.

"boom--"

The hatch behind everyone suddenly closed, and the gap between the door and the cabin wall melted like liquid and quickly disappeared.

Upon seeing this, the Salamander Pharmacist Tassa immediately took out the few remaining melta bombs from his body, ready to explode and escape at any time.

"I suggest you not to attack my ship, strange warriors. Let's talk."

The grenade launchers were all pointed at the direction where the sound came from. It was almost impossible for any living creature to survive under a volley of grenade fire.

The person who appeared before the Astartes was a yellow human about 1.75 meters tall, who looked quite different from the mortals who had served in their fleet.

He was tall and straight, with full muscles, and exuded a strong vitality. Judging from his face, his age was about 25 years old, and there was no sign of physical mutation.

Most of the mortals who serve in the legion are more rugged and aged due to the harsh environment inside the battleships and years of war. They can hardly avoid the effects of cosmic radiation and gravity, and their bodies are often different from those of humans living on the planet.

Nikonna Sharokin's dark eyes met the mortal's.

Subconsciously, he sensed the complex emotions held by the owner of these eyes.

Sad and confused, but without fear or cowardice.

It's like a traveler far away from home, realizing that he will never have the chance to return home.

But he was also very clear that the human who suddenly appeared in front of him could not be an ordinary mortal, because the Son of the Dark Raven did not detect any human physiological activities.

Breathing, heartbeat, extremely subtle natural body tremors...

Roxi looked up at these giants wearing iron armor. To him, the height of Astartes in armor was like a child standing in front of an adult.

"A superhuman warrior who has completed biochemical transformation? That's not new, but isn't this power armor a bit too crude? Is it using some kind of low-intelligence thinking core?"

He judged the Astartes with his own eyes. Biochemical transformation was not a rare thing in his time. Even various crazy scientists had created many nightmare monsters that exceeded human imagination for their own delusions.

If he could borrow Red Alert's experimental equipment, he might be able to make a more objective evaluation based on the dissection of one or two soldiers, but the power armor worn by these tall soldiers was too simple and crude.

The power armor they wore were different, including mk3 steel type, mk4 extreme type, mk6 raven type, and some were even the product of multiple different types of power armor mixed together.

In Luo Xi's opinion, this thing called power armor is no different from a toy assembled from garbage from a recycling station.

The Astartes felt that the gaze of this mortal was somewhat offensive, and even these warriors who had been immersed in killing for too long could sense the implicit judgment.

"Mortal, can your ship perform a warp jump? We need to leave this planet and return to the galaxy."

"According to wartime regulations, the Astartes Legion has the right to requisition all Imperial starships."

A cold electronic voice emanated from the Iron Hands. These warriors who believed in the weakness of flesh and blood were rarely so polite to mortals, but the unclear environment at the moment made them exercise every bit of caution.

"Oh? Some variation of High Gothic, the language of this era?"

Luo Xi quickly analyzed and identified the language spoken by these transformed warriors, and quickly mastered how to use it.

"Before I answer you, please tell me what you are and what the war outside is like."

In fact, through the scanning array of the Red Alert, Roche had already observed the ring of battleship wreckage and dust in the orbit of the planet, as well as the strangely shaped battleships that were still cruising.

There were a few warships that looked like flying cathedrals, which made Roche's eyelids jump. How did such a thing fly into the sky? Even if there was no need to consider air resistance in space, this would still cause the overall structure to degrade.

In addition, the entire atmosphere of the planet was polluted, and the radiation levels were so high that he felt like he was in a nuclear waste landfill in a remote garbage world.

"If he is caught by the Alliance Police Department, he will probably be sentenced to thousands of years in prison." Luo Xi sighed with emotion. Judging from the situation, the alliance formed by humans would have been destroyed long ago.

Weyland suppressed his inner anger and glared at the mortal in front of him.

"answer my question."

Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness came over him, and Wieland was horrified to find that the servo system of his power armor had crashed, the power backpack behind him had lost power, and he was trapped in his power armor.

No matter how he tried to get the servo system online, he only got a cold response.

The armor that had lost its power was like a close-fitting iron coffin, standing still in place.

And this was just a snap of Luo Xi's fingers. He realized that this transformed warrior was not easy to communicate with, so he quickly replaced him with a more pleasing guy.

Realizing that the man in front of him was not someone he could deal with, Nikona immediately flashed to his front. At this moment, he had already retracted his two power swords and put the bolter back into the slot on his lower back.

He put his hands in plain sight to show that he meant no harm.

"We are the Astartes of the Lord of Mankind. We came here to kill the traitors, but we were betrayed by other traitors on this planet, Isstvan V."

"Warriors from the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard Legions have orbited and landed on this battlefield, but the belated reinforcements are actually long-hidden traitors!"

"Please help us. We need to return to Terra and unite all loyal warriors to stop the rebellion launched by Warmaster Horus. The Emperor is on Terra, and the throne world of mankind must not be allowed to fall!"

From Nikonna's brief narration, Luo Xi learned the general situation:

In the 30th millennium of mankind, a being called the Emperor unified the divided Earth. He launched a great crusade that swept across the galaxy, intending to reunite the human race that had been fragmented after the Age of Strife.

But when the Great Crusade was about to end, his most beloved son, Warmaster Horus, chose to betray him.

The Emperor's warriors were split in two, with half of the Astartes Legions and Primarchs choosing rebellion, and the entire galaxy was ablaze with war.

After getting the answer he wanted, Roche released the controls. The crude servo system was no more difficult than a toddler's math problem in front of the Red Alert's core intelligence.

"It seems that I need some time to adjust to the current situation, but now I understand that the Warmaster you mentioned wants to destroy humanity."

"You will be supplied and rested. Return to Terra. I want to see the Emperor with my own eyes."

(End of this chapter)