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

Chapter 31 He Will Return Like Lightning
Soon, a Word Bearers warship appeared before the kill team.

It was a Word Bearers cruiser named Colchis, but at this moment it was like a space schistosomiasis, firmly attached to the belly of Macragge's Glory.

Using a scaffold and a stance generator, the warship secured its position and provided the Word Bearers with the conditions for boarding.

Nikonna spotted flashes of light between the cruiser and Macragge's Glory, evidence of the Word Bearers using cutting tools and searchlights.

Having evaded the void shields of the Macragge's Glory, these Tricksters are now attempting to cut through the Glorious Queen-class battleship's armor to provide a passage for the assault troops.

There was more than one such infiltrator. Within Nikonna's sight alone, there were at least three warships trying to board the ship.

Hill organized forty killing teams, but the battleship was too huge. In the face of the layers of armor and intricate pipes, these teams disappeared like a drop of water in the sea.

There was no time to call the team members, the battle was about to break out.

The communication channel went silent, and the Extreme Warriors adjusted the output power of their power backpacks to maximum, running at full speed along a wide heat exchange channel.

In the silent space, these fast-running Astartes did not attract the slightest attention.

The Word Bearers clung to the flagship's armor, meltas and laser cutters slowly breaking through the thick barriers of Macragge's Glory like the sharp teeth of a schistosome biting a giant whale.

Closer and closer.

At an extremely dangerous distance, Hill and his companions stopped. They could already see through their helmets that the Word Bearers were operating those huge machines to cut armor. The flying sparks were particularly eye-catching.

The blood of the Astartes was gushing, and the Emperor's Angels, fully in combat stance, fired bolts of revenge at their rebellious compatriots.

The bomb's thrusters began to accelerate, and the flickering tail flame drew a trajectory in space before disappearing.

Without air resistance, these deadly weapons would fly faster. Without any sound, a Word Bearer who was on guard suddenly flew backwards. His bolter came loose because he did not hold on tightly, and a huge crater exploded with his breastplate as the core, and scattered metal fragments sank into space.

The power of the bomb not only penetrated the armor, but also turned the reinforced muscles and bones in the power armor into ashes. Boiling blood and bone fragments spread in all directions. The Word Bearer died instantly, and his body rolled in the direction of the trajectory and soon disappeared.

The encounter that took place in space was like an art form known as "silent film" in the distant past. Whether it was the roar of bombs or the roar before death, everything was silent in space.

Four of Hill's bolts killed three Word Bearers, one of which deviated from its trajectory and grazed the edge of the opponent's helmet.

A bomb from the shadows put an end to this lucky man. His head exploded and in the gravity-free environment, it was like a drifting cloud.

The red-helmeted warrior didn't look back, he knew it was a sniper attack from the Raven Guard.

Nikon never misses. What is terrifying about him is his absolute precision, even in a weightless environment like space.

He is colder and more precise than a machine.

The kill team opened fire, slaughtering the Word Bearers soldiers outside the battleship, releasing their long-suppressed anger.

One after another, the enemy died in shock, just like the defenseless Ultramarines who died at their hands.

The enemy's counterattack was equally swift. After realizing the Ultramarines' surprise attack, the Word Bearers jumped off the battleship. They also activated their magnetic boots to attach to the armor of the flagship.

The enemy opened fire with explosive shells, and Hill deflected his body, using his thickest shoulder armor to block the attacks that could not be dodged. But Nikonna was fearless, he approached the enemy quickly with a wandering pace, drew out his power sword and cut off the enemy's head.

Hill followed closely behind, holding a sword in one hand and a grenade launcher in the other, and sent a bolter into the chest of a Word Bearer who was rushing towards him with a laser cutter.

The other Word Bearer holding a hot-melt particle torch was dealt with by Nikonna. This guy's weapon was extremely dangerous. This ultra-high temperature instrument could cut through the hull armor of a warship. It was a complete overkill to use it against the power armor of a Space Marine.

However, Nikonna was faster. With the help of his power backpack, he moved at a very fast speed, and then swung his sword to chop at the fairing of the particle torch. The out-of-control high-energy particles spread rapidly, and the Word Bearer was quickly burned by the high temperature as if he had embraced a hot-melt reactor.

The tip of the sword rotated, and the twisted force lifted the Word Bearer and sent him flying far away in the opposite direction of the warship. The out-of-control particle torch finally released all its energy, and violent flames and shock waves exploded in space, leaving no intact tissue behind.

Under the bombardment, all were equal. Hill counted the number of men through the sensors in his helmet. Two Ultramarines had lost their vital signs, their names turning from green to red, but many more Word Bearers perished in the void. The Ultramarines surrounded the enemy's large cutting machine, destroying it without hesitation with melta bombs and magnetic mines. They were just a step away from breaking through the armor of Macragge's Honor.

The violent shock wave of the explosion caused the cruisers attached to the flagship to shake continuously, but this also attracted more enemies.

Heavy bombs poured down like a rainstorm, and the Word Bearers poured out of the battleship. Their numbers far exceeded those of the kill team.

Obviously, the death of their companions stimulated the soldiers of the 17th Legion. They jumped out of the warehouse one after another and covered the Extreme Warriors with extremely dense bombs.

Some of the Extreme Warriors were hit in vital parts and they died without a doubt. Scarlet blood spurted out from their cobalt blue armor and condensed into round water balls in space.

"Disperse immediately and find cover!"

The Extreme Marines activated the jet vents of their power backpacks and scattered in all directions, using various machines and armor to avoid the terrible bombs.

An Extreme Warrior was hit right next to Hill. He was not dead yet, but the damaged armor caused the gas to lose quickly, and the damaged power backpack could not provide thrust. Hill could only watch him drift into the deep space of the universe.

Perhaps he would die right then and there, or perhaps he would activate the Sassuan meninges to enter a state of suspended animation, and then wait to be salvaged after the war.

There was no time for sentimentality, Hill had to mobilize all his perception to avoid those fast-flying bombs. He had to fight back with bombs, if he couldn't annihilate this enemy force, they would have no chance to continue their mission.

Fortunately, Nikonna was still behind Hill, and the Raven Guards and the Ultramarines were back to back, minimizing their blind spots as much as possible.

In space battlefields, there is no strict distinction between "up, down, left, and right". Bullets may not necessarily come from all directions, but may hit you from above or below your feet.

"Brother, it's an honor to fight alongside you."

Hill fired a series of explosive shells and shot down two enemies who tried to sneak closer from the cooling tower, but more Word Bearers were still shooting. Under the intensive barrage of explosive shells, his power armor also suffered several damages.

There was a big hole in his shoulder armor, his waist and abdomen were scratched by explosives, and there were multiple soft tissue contusions and fractures on his body. Although these were not fatal injuries, they still showed the danger of war.

Once the airtightness of the power armor is completely broken, Hill will be in a desperate situation.

This stubborn and calm Ultramarines never expected to survive this treacherous war, and he was ready to sacrifice himself for it.

Even if he died, there would be other outstanding warriors among the Ultramarines to take his place.

Facing Hill's tone that sounded like a last will, Nikona said nothing. He just calmly used his grenade launcher to snipe every enemy who tried to approach. Every grenade could accurately hit the enemy's head, and flowers of death bloomed in the dark and cold space.

In a sense, space warfare is a game of exchange. The Extreme Marines suffered a casualty ratio of almost one to three. These selected strong men were all veterans of the Thirteenth Legion. They joined the killing squad without hesitation, even though everyone knew that there was a high possibility that they would never return.

The living lives and resolute souls turned into cold numbers. The killing squad was losing members rapidly. If it weren't for the reinforcements of hundreds of Extreme Warriors led by Ventanus, Hill's team would probably have been wiped out by casualties long ago.

The bombs had been used up, and Hill and Nikona threw the grenade launchers casually on the surface of the battleship. The mass of this huge space battleship itself formed a weak gravitational effect, causing them to stick to the armor.

The two men holding power swords hid on the edge of the cooling tower, their helmets watching the approaching enemy, preparing to launch a covert raid.

But suddenly, something tapped their shoulders from behind.

In the cold and dark space, being suddenly hit on the back by an unknown object made even Astartes break out in a cold sweat instantly. Hill's electromagnetic sword stabbed back like lightning, but was easily pushed away by a big hand.

Behind them was a giant, where the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboute Guilliman, stood.

He was wearing armor all over his body, and was as tall as a Titan, but he lacked a helmet on his head, which made his entire head exposed to the extreme cold vacuum environment of space, and the air he exhaled was frozen into ice crystals that attached to his skin.

He roared silently, and although there was no medium to transmit the sound, the two of them undoubtedly heard the violent roar.

Roboute, who was known for his rationality and heart, was like an erupting volcano at this moment. Unspeakable anger and violence were brewing in his body.

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(End of this chapter)