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

Chapter 22 Crazy
The enemy's attack on Numinas became increasingly fierce, especially the poor visibility made it difficult for the Ultramarines to judge the number of enemies. Ventanus estimated that the number of enemies launching the attack was at least 6,000 to 8,000, most of which were mortal troops.

The mortal troops of the Word Bearers are completely different from the auxiliary troops of Calth. They are more like a group of ignorant cultists and lunatics. They are fanatical and fearless, and even choose death on their own initiative.

Enemies carrying bomb vests and melta bombs posed a great threat to the Ultramarines' defenses.

When they died, they were still clamoring for the gifts from the gods. They did not die, but entered the kingdom of the gods to enjoy the rewards for their dedication.

These blindly religious and ignorant legions had a great impact on the morale of the mortals of the Calth Auxiliary Army. If they were captured alive by the other side, these crazy believers would sacrifice all the captives to their believers in extremely horrific ways.

Ventanus thought a lot. He could not understand what kind of power or existence had overturned the Word Bearers' fanatical belief in the Emperor and caused these former fanatics to fall into the abyss of darkness.

Their betrayal of the Ultramarines was a long-planned conspiracy, and there must be more horrific betrayals to come.

The enemies that rushed out from the rainstorm and thick fog never stopped. Driven by the enemy leaders, these madmen who even embraced death actively chanted their blasphemous mantras and charged towards the trenches, barbed wire and gates with the momentum of cannon fodder.

The artillery units of the Mechanicum have already unleashed a large amount of firepower. They aimed at the densely packed crowd. The shells fell into them, using fragments and shock waves to tear the human body into countless pieces. The remains of the human body were thrown into the sky, and the air was filled with an ominous and weird atmosphere.

Most of the veterans of the 61st Company of Numinas were killed, but Sergeant Hurlock was still alive. They were behind the bunker, using laser rifles and grenades to block the enemy.

Mortal against mortal, Astartes against Astartes.

Both sides tacitly adopted this tactic of soldier versus soldier and general versus general, and it was necessary to maintain the condition and physical strength of the Space Marines.

The existence of the Mechanicus greatly alleviated the dilemma of insufficient firepower. After receiving energy and material replenishment, these massively modified Skitarii crazily unleashed their firepower, using radiation and lasers to clear out a large number of enemies.

The chants of the Word Bearers grew louder and louder, and their incantations seemed to have a strange magical power, keeping the morale of the mortals on the brink of madness and sanity.

They carried a large number of explosive vests and attacked every enemy in a crazy manner. When they got close, they would blow themselves up and kill the enemy.

"Stop them on the bridge!"

The Skitarii and mortal snipers quickly fired at them, and when they exploded on the spot, they took away a large number of mortal Word Bearers troops, and continuous tremors spread to the increasingly dilapidated palace.

"The enemy's offensive has become more intense. They want to pave the way for the Astartes' attack!"

The Ultramarines around Ventanus were roaring. He thought the time had come and they needed to intervene in the battle.

"Now is not the time, Thrus. If I am foolish enough to send someone with you, you will only die meaninglessly in the tide of rebels!" Ventanus rejected Thrus' proposal, causing the Extreme Warrior to become furious.

"I am not afraid of death. The Extreme Warriors will not be afraid!" Veins popped out on his face and his saliva flew.

"I know you are not afraid of death, but I think you are afraid of the madness displayed by the Word Bearers and the original truth they speak. The universe we are familiar with is disappearing, revealing a logic that we have never seen before." Ventanus' words pierced his heart, and he realized that his comrade was seeking death.

He had lost some of his faith, and in panic he chose to rush towards death and end this wavering state.

"Sulus, if we lose our faith and act forcefully but recklessly, our efficiency will be greatly reduced and more people will die."

Surus swallowed his saliva and asked tremblingly: "Captain, what if our Primarch is dead?"

"Then avenge him. We are the sons of revenge."

The Word Bearers began to emerge from the thick fog, their towering figures standing out among the fanatical cultists. They deliberately used these fanatical mortals to block the artillery fire from the fortress. The laser rifles were completely ineffective after piercing through several people, and the mortal auxiliary troops were forced to divert their attention to the cultists, giving them an opportunity to close the distance.

The Ultramarines also joined the battle. The grenade launchers in their hands roared continuously. The powerful heavy bombs tore through the crowd, tearing a scarlet blood mist in the crowd. The Mechanicus's Skitarii used all their trump cards to try their best to resist this wave of attacks.

Faced with a battle of this intensity, even the fearless Word Bearers auxiliary forces found it difficult to achieve results. Thousands of figures were beaten to pieces and it was difficult to find a whole piece of flesh and blood. Lasers and plasma, heavy artillery and explosive bombs were intertwined. Even the Word Bearers' Space Marines had to fall on the way to the charge.

Likewise, the fire bombardments and bursts of explosives from the Word Bearers also brought a rising death toll to the Calth army.

The power of the Space Marines' explosive bombs did not make them safe even behind cover. Soldiers in trenches and cover were often torn to pieces by the explosive bombs along with the cover.

All the loyalists suffered in this tug-of-war and suffered the casualties. Many soldiers were actually rookies recruited during the war. They had no training, but were taught how to fire and then thrown into such a brutal battle.

As long as they fired a shot, their mission was accomplished. Some people cried and howled, some collapsed to the ground in fear, and some people shouted the name of the Emperor in fear and rushed towards the enemy with hot melt bombs.

However, the Word Bearers participated in the war as an organized unit, and their numbers were far greater than those of the Ultramarines.

Some of the faster Astartes carried jet packs and jumped directly into the position.

Too close, at a distance that was almost face-to-face, mortals were completely unable to resist these weapons that were born for war. The reaction speed of the Astartes was far superior to that of mortals. As soon as they landed, the cruel chainsaw swords and power swords were already reaping their lives.

The enormous power of the chainswords allowed them to completely tear fully armed veterans in half from head to toe, and the flying blood foam made their armor even more bright red and eerie.

The buzzing sound of the motor crushed the nerves of many soldiers. They completely lost their reason and calmness, but could only die faster on the battlefield.

The Skitarii opened fire, their targeting systems locking onto the leaping Word Bearers, micro-missiles and plasma hammering them to the ground in a trail of black smoke.

The Iron Hands also continued to use heavy firepower to cover their own troops. These veterans from Istvaan simply faced these enemies indifferently, venting their anger with explosive bombs.

"Bastards, Istvaan can't bury us either. Are your heads ready?"

Ventanus led the way. He and his adjutant came to the front of the defense line. Their power boots stepped on the ground stained red by the dead soldiers. The blood mixed with meat paste made it feel a little sticky. They were washed into the ditch and rushed into the ground.

He pounced on a Word Bearer, and while he was stunned, he cut off his arm with his power sword, and at the same time fired a bolt grenade from his bolt pistol at close range, completely penetrating his armor.

The adjutant also stopped another Word Bearer who wanted to attack Ventanus. His power gauntlet emitted a light that decomposed the force field. He stepped forward to block the opponent's power sword's swing trajectory, punched the blade to damage the weapon, and tore his head apart with another punch.

The enemies were still pouring in. Ventanus used his bolter to shoot at them. Fire burst on the helmet and throat of the Word Bearer, and blood gushed out. The Word Bearer, who had strong vitality, had not died yet, but just knelt on the ground weakly and tried to struggle.

Ventanus showed no mercy. He swung his power sword and used the disintegration field to behead the shameful traitor, while at the same time chopping down and tearing half of his body in half.

The strongest of the Word Bearers rushed forward again, his armor covered with more terrifying patterns and designs than those of other enemies. A large number of evil and blasphemous spells seemed to carry some kind of magic, absorbing the souls of those who witnessed it.

He used a huge two-handed chainsword. The constantly rotating monomolecular blade had terrible power. It slashed in front of Ventanus's visor, but was blocked by his power sword.

Ventanus felt the force that was like a giant hydraulic press surging. His power armor servo system was roaring, but his calves had to bend and deform under the pressure. He used force to shake off the tearing of the chainsaw sword, bent down and slashed, and the two deadly weapons shot out countless sparks.

(End of this chapter)