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

Chapter 34 Airborne Track
Nikonna began to miss the teleportation on Roshi's ship.

It was like a door that opened across space. One only had to step over the threshold to easily complete the displacement of spatial coordinates.

The transmission of the Macragge's Glory was extremely rough. He could feel that every cell in his body was being ravaged by the violent energy, as if there was an electric net covering their heads, and it took a lot of effort to drill a hole in it to complete the transmission.

He gripped the bolter tightly in his hand, the dizziness in his brain gradually fading away.

Before they could engage, the teleport killed several of his battle-brothers. Nikonna saw two Ultramarines merged with the wall, their arm armor sticking out while the rest of them were buried deep within the structure.

The molecules of their bodies merged with the molecules of the building in an instant. If you cut it open, you would find that the flesh and blood under the armor had already turned into a mixture of plastic steel and flesh.

The fusion at the molecular level causes death to come in an instant. No matter how strong their superhuman organs are, they are useless in this situation.

Compared to this battle brother who embraced death instantly, another Ultramarines was in an even more miserable state. Half of his body was stuck in the deck, with only his chest and abdomen exposed. The intense pain was so severe that even the will of an Astartes superman could not withstand it.

The Primarch brought the matter to a merciful end in an instant, without uttering a word.

Death is a merciful release.

The killing squads teleported to the orbital platform assembled according to the original plan. The Astartes imprinted the map of the orbit in their brains and executed Guilliman's plan at superhuman speed.

There was no complicated tactics in this operation. Everyone just attacked the dock control room on the orbital platform, and it was certain that the enemy had discovered their actions.

The transmission fluctuations of hundreds of people can be detected even if the Word Bearers sentinel is a blind man.

The Astartes moved quickly across the deck, passing through airtight doors and passages made up of various pipes and cables. They had to seize every minute and every second, as the enemy could arrive at any time.

Nikonna's heart trembled, and he dodged a rocket bomb with ghostly steps. The Word Bearers opened fire!

The deflected bombs hit the metal structure of the platform, and the rapid explosion created small pits one after another, and the roaring sound echoed in the corridor-like passage of the platform.

The Crow of Death immediately retaliated. His two precise bursts of explosive shells pierced the helmet of the Word Bearer above. The headless enemy immediately tilted his body and fell heavily from the upper platform.

The Word Bearers were numerous, and they constantly replaced the dead, using bolter bombs to resist the boarding forces of the Ultramarines.

The precision of the Astartes made the explosive bomb an extremely terrifying weapon of destruction. Regardless of whether they were on the enemy or on our side, the battlefield was littered with large numbers of headless corpses. Only by blowing off the heads could these dangerous weapons of the Emperor be completely incapable of combat.

Nikonna blended into the shadows, lurking behind the enemy, unleashing explosives on the Word Bearers' backs before disappearing quietly.

Iron Father led the remaining Iron Hands to support their comrades with the most ferocious firepower. Half of the Iron Hands who survived Istvaan V had already fallen in the fierce battle on Calth.

"Word Bearer bastard, call Lorgar out!"

The Iron Hands were extremely excited, the shells of the explosive shells poured out of their grenade launchers like molten iron, the dazzling light of plasma continued to gush out, there was no need for prayers and blessings, the machine souls of the weapons were almost self-destructing in their output.

The plasma weapons were extremely hot and could cause a fatal explosion at any time, but the Iron Hands just laughed and allowed the weapons to overload and charge.

Ever since leaving that battlefield, their dream had been to drag more Word Bearers to hell, and now on this orbital platform, this dream had come true.

Nikona did not stop the almost suicidal charge of these battle-brothers. The death of the Gene-Father was an extremely heavy trauma. He knew that many Iron Hands had already decided to die, and death was the best way for them to reunite with their Primarch.

Yet, the fastest of all was still a cobalt-blue figure. Guilliman roared, declaring the Word Bearers dead. His speed was faster than lightning. Among the swarm of Astartes, the Primarch seemed like a normal person at twenty times slower speed. His lightning claws mercilessly tore through Word Bearers one after another. Ceramite power armor was nothing to him, and both body and armor were reduced to flying fragments.

This is the Primarch, the Emperor's proudest creation. Even in the entire human Empire, only seventeen other Primarchs can match his great warrior status.

The horrific loss of life caused by the Primarch quickly attracted the vast majority of the Word Bearers' firepower, and they immediately realized that this was a great opportunity to completely exterminate the XIII Legion.

They gave up on exchanging fire with their cousins ​​and instead directed all their firepower towards Guilliman.

Bombs rained down like rain. Nothing should have existed here.

But Guilliman still stubbornly advanced under the rain of explosive shells. His modified fine power armor showed its value. Even the powerful heavy bombs could only wipe off a layer of primer on the armor and then grind off a thin layer of metal debris.

What's more, his iron halo has deflected the trajectories of many bombs, greatly reducing their power.

The Primarch put one hand in front of his helmet, and the aiming system in front of him marked several key targets in red. Then Guilliman pulled the trigger, and the Primarch's Hand of Domination destroyed the enemy along with the cover.

No matter how hard they tried to focus their fire on the Primarch of the XIII Legion, he was approaching with unstoppable force.

Guilliman is getting closer, he is getting closer!
Faced with the tremendous rage of the Primarch of the Ultramarines, at this moment, the truth and faith in the minds of the Word Bearers were also shaken.

They felt their courage and faith slipping away, like an iceberg melting in spring, and an instinctive fear came over them.

They were facing a Primarch, a Primarch raging with rage and vengeance.

One of the Word Bearers in the front collapsed. He threw away his bolter and rushed towards the Primarch waving his chainsword. With a swipe of lightning claws that were barely visible to the naked eye, Guilliman had cut him and his weapon into pieces.

The Ultramarines watched the might of their Gene-Father with enthusiasm, and they followed closely behind him, with Hill and Ventanus shouting, "Follow him, follow the Primarch!"

Guilliman was like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep. Wherever he went, there were broken power armor and corpses. The corpses of the Astartes pumped out huge amounts of blood, which gathered under his feet. The Primarch trampled on the river of blood and bones, with his lightning claws raised above his head.

His eyes were bloodshot as Guilliman killed dozens of Word Bearers. He crushed the enemies with his lightning claws, bolters, and power fists. At this moment, he seemed like an invincible god of death, bringing punishment for the Word Bearers' betrayal.

"Kill! Kill!"

He heard a hazy sound in his ears, as if something was watching him and cheering for the massacre he had caused with his own hands.

His heart was beating wildly, and Guilliman could only feel his sanity slowly fading away, leaving only a bloody thought of tearing all the enemies to pieces.

The Primarch raised his head and gazed deeply at the war-torn scene in the galaxy, as if he had noticed something.

Hill organized his battle-brothers to engage in close combat with the Word Bearers. His superb swordsmanship combined with the electromagnetic longsword he got from Guilliman's collection cut down several Word Bearers, whose blood was very different from that of the Ultramarines.

It is black, rancid, and sticky, making people feel disgusted.

Hill and Gage guarded the Primarch, preventing the somewhat impulsive Gene-Father from leaving their protection range.

Finally, after sacrificing the lives of more than a dozen Extreme Marines, the assault force finally entered the main control room of the dock, and the enemy commander was right in front of them.

(End of this chapter)