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

Chapter 28 A Captive

After retaking control of the flagship, Gage immediately ordered the captain to make contact with the surface of Calth again.

"Calling Calth, this is Macragge's Glory, reporting your current situation."

After a period of signal interference, Ventanus' voice sounded on the bridge.

"Captain, this is the Cosmic Museum. Are you ready to land on the orbital platform?"

"It will take some time. The flagship is being sabotaged by the Word Bearers. We need to deal with these enemies first before we can spare any more manpower. Sorry."

Gage also understood that the orbital platform was causing great damage to the Ultramarines' warships at this moment, but the threat of the Word Bearers was imminent, and they could not let the flagship of the XIII Legion fall.

He would rather let it sink than be captured by the Word Bearers, and the enemy did not fire on Macragge's Glory for that very reason; they wanted to capture it.

If Macragge's Glory were captured by the Word Bearers, it would deal a heavy psychological blow to the Ultramarines of the entire Five Hundred Worlds, and would make the enemy even more arrogant.

"Understood. We will continue to hold on." Ventanus did not say much. He understood the current situation of the flagship.

If he had a choice, he would save the flagship.

"I need to report one more thing: we captured a Word Bearer prisoner alive, or rather, he was captured by us voluntarily." Ventanus added a piece of information, and Gage was shocked.

"Interrogate him at all costs. We need more intelligence from within the Word Bearers Legion." Gage said firmly.

Ventanus left the communications room and came to an open space outside, where a Word Bearer covered in blood and bullet holes had been waiting for him for a long time.

The Word Bearer fell to his knees, his power pack cut off from energy supply and his hands bound behind his back, unable to move.

"You're finally here." The Word Bearer took off his helmet and laughed. Blood and broken teeth flowed out of his mouth, mixed with saliva and flowed down his power armor.

"name."

"Morphoxir," the Word Bearer replied.

An Ultramarines guard showed Ventanus what was seized from K'sir: a damaged bolter, an equally damaged power sword, and a dagger made of some kind of metal. It was half a meter long, a short sword for a mortal, but just a dagger for a Space Marine.

The hilt of the dagger was wrapped with some very thin iron chains. Ventanus believed that this kind of iron chain was useless for fixing it because it would easily break in fierce combat.

Therefore, he judged that this was not a weapon for combat, but a dagger used in some kind of ceremony.

"What is your identity and rank?"

"I'm the commander, cousin." Ksir didn't look like a prisoner at all. He was very calm and comfortable. If he hadn't been tied up, he would have looked like he was on a business trip to the Thirteenth Legion to visit a friend.

"You think surrender will let us spare your life? That's ridiculous. We are already blood enemies with an irreconcilable feud." Ventanus raised his grenade launcher and pointed it at Ksir's head.

Just one shot and his head would explode like fireworks, and he would be dead beyond death.

"You are still so arrogant, Ultramarines. You stubbornly believe in the truth of the Empire, in your honor and morality, and in the false emperor on the throne."

"You are the ones who have betrayed everything. Your filthy gene-father has failed the Emperor. You have wielded the butcher knife against your brothers." Ventanus said in a cold tone, gritting his teeth.

"The galaxy has fallen into war. Warmaster Horus is leading the awakened warriors to resist the instigation of the false emperor. Why don't you join us and complete this great cause together..." Ksir was still muttering, but was soon interrupted by Ventanus.

"If you just want to say this meaningless nonsense, then you can go to hell. We have already known the news of the rebellion. We accept the reality, and then the Ultramarines will reverse everything."

Kxir chuckled. He was crying, blood was flowing from his eye sockets, and his pupils were pure scarlet, not even like human eyes.

"I want to see that man, the mortal who brought the news. He is the key. He tried to change everything that was already destined, but it was just in vain."

"Let me see him, and I'll tell you what you want to know. That's a fair deal, isn't it?"

Ventanus paused, his brows furrowed, somewhat unsure of the Word Bearers' thoughts.

The mortal named Roshi was extremely mysterious, and the captain was a little unsure of his origins. But one thing was certain, that was that Roshi was more inclined towards the Ultramarines, which could be seen from the fact that he lent a helping hand to the guards of Calth.

Whether it was the material support or the enemy Titan's sudden downtime on the battlefield, Ventanus's heart was constantly growing for Roche's weight and value. But at the same time, doubts were spreading uncontrollably.

"Bring him over here, but keep your distance," he said to his adjutant.

There was an unfathomable mystery about Luo Xi. He came at the wrong time. At the same time as the news arrived, the Word Bearers launched a betrayal.

He possessed technology that the Empire did not possess, and his speech and behavior were unlike any mortal Ventanus had ever met.

Ventanus' intuition told him that this man named Roche was definitely not simple. Although he was right beside him, he always had a faint sense of alienation, as if he was standing at a higher level and objectively looking at the development of the world.

This is not something that can be changed by identity, status or power. Only time can shape such a person.

He wanted to find out as much information about Luo Xi as possible without touching the other party's bottom line, so as to grasp the impact of this variable to the greatest extent possible.

"What's the matter with you looking for me?"

Luo Xi soon arrived at the open space under the leadership of his adjutant Surus.

He glanced at Ventanus, then at the Word Bearer kneeling on the ground in scarlet armor.

"You're finally here." Kxir focused all his attention on Luo Xi. His eyes were burning, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"It's you, the one who is not in the prophecy of the Most High. You shouldn't be here. You don't belong to this time. Why, why are you here?"

"You should sleep forever in that ship until the end of the universe. When all entropy is annihilated and everything returns to chaos, why do you wake up?"

Ksir suddenly became excited. Something unreal touched his taboo. He became a little crazy and radical. The adjutant immediately drew out the power sword, ready to behead him at any time.

Luo Xi was also savoring the prisoner's mumblings. What did it mean that he shouldn't be here and didn't belong to this time?

How did he know that he came from ten thousand years ago and woke up to carry out the mission of continuing the human race?

Something has been watching him, and it is not just out of malice, but also out of anticipation for change.

Just an evil creature from the warp.

He realized that with his arrival, some things had changed. Although it was only a tiny change in the overall situation, it had indeed changed in essence.

A small change will be like a snowball on a mountain, which will become a huge avalanche by the time it reaches the bottom of the mountain.

"But it doesn't matter. The gods of the warp have noticed you. The original truth is sending down new warnings. The changes you brought will be erased."

"The Lord of Change is very interested in you. If you are willing to become His follower, He will bestow His grace and blessings upon you."

The Word Bearer promised with all sincerity, and the look in Roxi's eyes when he looked at him was a combination of absolute sincerity and madness.

This madman, he is not lying.

K'sir turned to look at the Ultramarines who were about to execute him.

“You arrogant Ultramarines, how long can you hold on? The Word Bearers’ military strength is more than ten times that of yours. We will crush you, just like we crushed your weak gene-father. Guilliman is dead, his body was sacrificed to the original truth, he is suffering eternal torture, hahahahahahahahahaha…”

The blasphemous words of the Word Bearers finally angered the Ultramarines. Surus, who was beside Ventanus, drew his sword like lightning and used the decomposition force field to cut off the prisoner's flesh. From the throat to the left abdomen, the Word Bearers commander was almost cut in half.

Ventanus didn't have time to stop his adjutant. He just sighed. It was an almost impossible task to interrogate a Space Marine.

However, with the genetic detection nerves, we can still obtain some of the other party's memories.

Although the Word Bearer was almost cut in half, his strong vitality still prevented death from coming. K'sir muttered something and fell to his knees. A large amount of blood gushed out and spread out, forming a mirror made of blood on the dry ground.

He was laughing, an extremely wild laugh. The violent vibration broke him completely into two halves. The broken flesh and internal organs fell to the ground, but the whole person seemed to be blooming like a bloody flower.

(End of this chapter)