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

Chapter 23 Offensive and defensive reversal
Years of war experience and martial arts training allowed Ventanus to gradually master the rhythm of battle. The powerful Word Bearer was unable to fully control his own strength, so after several rounds of fighting, he was exposed to a flaw and was stabbed in the abdomen of his power armor by a sword.

The decomposition force field evaporated the opponent's flesh and internal organs. Ventanus could feel the opponent's muscles twitching wildly, resisting the foreign objects invading the body.

The decomposition force field of the power sword kept flickering. The repeated collisions with the chainsaw sword just now made its state unstable, and at the critical moment it was stuck in the opponent's bones.

Ventanus's hair stood on end, and he decisively let go of the sword. The Word Bearer struggled to stand up, roaring and slashing with the mad chainsword in his hand, trying to take away the powerful Ultramarines captain.

His adjutant tried to provide support, but was thrown out and fell into the ruins.

A large amount of blood spurted out from the Word Bearer's wound, and the Astartes' extraordinary blood coagulation ability also failed. Ventanus seized the opportunity to pounce on him, pinning his opponent with his own weight while simultaneously jamming the opponent's chainsaw sword into the ground, causing it to be extremely worn out.

The iron fist hit the helmet continuously. After the third punch, the helmet of the Word Bearer was dented. The fourth and fifth punches flattened the opponent's neck armor, and the goggles burst, revealing the bloody eyes inside.

But even so, he still did not fall. This Word Bearer possessed extraordinary bravery. Ventanus might have heard of his fame in the past, but at this moment they were just mortal enemies who were bloodthirsty.

However, at this moment, the Skitarii and the Iron Hands surrounded him, and the roar of explosive bombs and plasma smashed this extremely tenacious Word Bearers veteran to pieces. Ventanus was unable to completely defeat the opponent in close combat.

But this was war, not a contest.

The Extreme Marines' physical strength declined rapidly, their bodies were damaged, muscle bruises and broken bones occurred all the time, and they did not have much time to recover.

Ventanus had to call on his battle-brothers to retreat, as the Word Bearers continued to pour in, sullenly silent, staring at them with evil eyes.

Even the Extreme Warriors will be pushed to their limits in the continuous rotation of battles.

The increasingly powerful firepower caused huge casualties. Several Extreme Marines were too exhausted to dodge the falling bombs. Their armor was shattered and blood was flowing. It was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

"I received a new signal from another Ultramarines, my lord!" shouted the Skitarii leader Aruk.

Ventanus could not afford to be careless. He had to confirm that these reinforcements were Ultramarines and not a despicable disguise of the Word Bearers.

"Question them about the number of fancy Eldar and report to me immediately!"

"Twelve! The answer is twelve!" Aluk shouted.

"The correct number is thirteen, but they are indeed reinforcements." Ventanus kept panting, his internal organs taking a big hit, "Send them the coordinates, quickly!"

The offensive of the Word Bearers forced the Ultramarines to retreat continuously. After repelling two waves of attacks, the upcoming third wave will be the key to the battle. Ventanus knows that the soldiers are reaching their limits. No matter how strong their will is, they will be defeated after their bodies collapse.

"Come on, battle brothers, there's not much time left, I've had enough!"

The Extreme Marines, who were known for their numerical strength, were now in a dilemma of being surrounded and they could not hold out for much longer.

The Word Bearers' offensive came again, their breathing and footsteps diffused from the thick fog, bringing increasingly heavy psychological pressure to the loyalists: their numbers seemed endless.

The enemy's artillery has increased!

Ventanus sensed the increasingly fierce mortars, rockets, and micro-missiles that bombarded the ancient walls, leaving more and more craters, and even gradually began to fall into the camps behind, threatening the mortals who took refuge there.

His superhuman hearing was now disturbed by the roar of the battlefield. The noise of artillery fire covered up the details that should really be noticed. More and more jet packs whirred from the flanks. The Word Bearers' Space Marines used jet packs to jump across the battlefield and tear apart the Ultramarines' positional defenses.

The Ultramarines cursed but rushed forward without hesitation to stop the Word Bearers from slaughtering the mortal auxiliary troops.

This is a brutal meat-grinder war. There are no surprising tactics, no miracles of one against a hundred, only a bloody fight of chainsword against chainsword, bomb against bomb.

The weapons of war created by the Emperor are doing their best to kill each other and bring death to each other.

The heavy vehicles of the Word Bearers finally arrived from the rear. A super-heavy tank, the Poisonblade, that looked like a crouching monster appeared from the thick fog. A large number of mortal soldiers surrounded it. It was not until the Poisonblade's fire control system aimed at the position of the Extreme Marines that they suddenly scattered and kept their distance.

Even Space Marines would have found it difficult to fight against these multi-hundred-ton steel monsters. They should have been fought by vehicles of the same rank, but at the moment the Ultramarines had no vehicles capable of confronting them. Facing the firepower of the super-heavy tanks, the fortifications appeared extremely vulnerable, and Ventanus was forced to repel two Word Bearers who rushed forward in an attempt to distance himself.

The enemy's power axe is extremely powerful. Although this heavy melee weapon will be restricted in a narrow venue, its breaking ability is also the strongest.

His close comrade Selaton came to support him. He blocked the power axe with a battle shield that was severely worn and had no trace of the glory of the Ultramarines on it. The two fought together with absolute tacit understanding. Without communicating, they still blocked the siege of the Word Bearers and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

After several rounds of fighting, Selaton was caught by the enemy and the power axe hit his shoulder armor. The constantly flashing decomposition force field tore apart the protection of the power armor and caused great damage to his shoulders and arms.

Selaton tried to make amends and create some distance, but under the suppression of the opponent's power axe, he had to fall to the side, and this was exactly what the enemy wanted. The power axe charged and attacked again, and the ferocious force smashed the axe blade into his chest armor, stopping outside the black shell.

A large amount of blood was gushing out, Ventanus tried his best to kill his opponent. Anger and reason existed in the captain's mind at the same time. He pierced the Word Bearer holding the power axe with his long sword, and after stirring it, completely crushed his brain, causing him to die suddenly.

Selaton half-knelt on the ground, his bleeding had stopped, but that was all. Once he exerted force again, the wound would burst again. This kind of injury would require treatment from a pharmacist and several days of recuperation to heal.

But now, they don't even have a few hours.

"I will hold them back, you take the rest and retreat. Guilliman's descendants will never surrender, for the Emperor and the Gene-Father!"

This Extreme Warrior had already made up his mind to die. Ventanus said nothing. His condition had also fallen to the bottom. The muscles on his right thigh were penetrated by the laser, and a large area of ​​the muscles there were necrotic. One arm was broken, and the number of minor fractures on his fingers was countless.

The Space Marine's metabolism was incredibly high, the intense consumption of energy caused him to have a high fever, his fat was burning, and all his energy was trying to heal his broken body and continue to support this war that seemed to have no end in sight.

Ventanus felt thirst interfering with his thoughts, and his mind involuntarily emerged with the sparkling waterfalls of Macragge, the beautiful lake and the damned water source.

He stared at the movements of the Poison Blade. Why didn't it continue firing?
The Word Bearers' Poisonblade tank was seen roaring and spewing black gas. Its tracks tore into pieces a few cultists who came too close. Amid their screams, it used its flesh and blood to lubricate the tracks. The main turret quickly rotated and rose, aiming in a direction in the fog.

Who is it targeting? Where is it turning?

The Poison Blade tank opened fire, and the violent air shock from the muzzle tore through the thick fog. The human eye could see the ballistic traces of the shells passing by, but there seemed to be no sound feedback of a hit.

The unique buzzing sound of electromagnetic weapons began to roar, and a beam of dazzling energy tore through the thick fog and hit the turret of the Poison Blade tank with an irresistible force. The three-hundred-ton monster bounced up in an instant and was pushed several steps away by the reaction force.

"They are coming!" Ventanus hid himself behind the bunker. He listened to the sudden noise of weapons and immediately identified the enemy's position.

Although they had not met and had no communication through signals, he was extremely sure that other Extreme Marines had arrived to provide support.

The armor plate of the Poison Blade tank that was hit was shattered and flew away, half of its turret was completely annihilated, and the thick gun barrel was broken into pieces and tore its servants apart. At this moment, the Poison Blade was like a beast with its teeth pulled out, still trying to drive the engine to resist.

But the second energy beam came. It did not hit the poison blade directly, but it still plowed a huge molten ditch several meters away. The soil and rocks were melted instantly, emitting red-hot heat.

More than twenty Word Bearers cultists died in the flames and high temperatures, and even four Word Bearers Space Marines died in this devastating blow. They screamed and tried to escape, but under the third round of fire, the poison blades exploded completely.

The Poison Blade tank exploded from the inside along with its stored ammunition. The violent blast wave not only tore apart its wreckage, but also killed all the Word Bearers around it.

The hunter who killed the poison blade tank also emerged from the thick fog, and two shadow blade tanks with cobalt blue armor and engraved with the glorious emblem unique to the Extreme Warriors stopped.

In addition, the Land Raiders arrived, followed by three Cyclone Missile Vehicles and the Ultramarines who came to reinforce them.

They kept firing, and the motorcycles and speeders carrying these soldiers enabled them to clear the enemy forces in the area efficiently.

The Machine Spirits of the vehicles roared, and they joined the Ultramarines in unleashing their fury upon the foul Word Bearers Legion.

At this moment, the offense and defense reversed!

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