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

Chapter 35 Kor Phaeron
A hail of explosive bombs swept in from the main control room. The assault team had already anticipated the enemy's counterattack. Several Extreme Marines carrying boarding shields stood in front. These heavy shields could block most of the explosive bomb attacks.

The explosive bombs hit the shield barrier mixed with refined gold, tearing small holes into it, then powerlessly lost all kinetic energy and was pulled to the ground by the artificial gravity of the orbital platform.

The Ultramarines advanced steadily, closing greatly upon the Word Bearers.

Until a force that did not belong to the real universe came, the commander of the Word Bearers: Kor Phaeron, the adoptive father of the Primarch Lorgar and a believer in the gods of the Warp, released his psychic power.

He exuded a cold psychic aura, and the dark energy from the highest heaven lingered at his fingertips. There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and he slightly hooked his fingers. The extreme warriors who were relying on riot shields to protect their comrades were twisted and crumpled into a ball, and a large amount of blood gushed out and spilled all over the ground.

When faced with psionic powers, even the Ultramarines have to make great sacrifices.

"Guilliman! I have waited a long time for you!"

"brute!"

The Primarch of the Ultramarines witnessed his own children being brutally murdered. His rage grew more violent. Without a trace of fear in his heart, he pounced on Kor Phaeron like a meteor.

"Everyone keep up!" Gage roared. The Primarch was rushing too fast, and even their Glory Guards found it difficult to keep up with the pace.

The Word Bearers commander who had been waiting for a long time was drawing the chaotic power of the warp. This command room had long since become his domain. His pupils were glowing with a deep light, and a large area beneath his body was frozen by an inexplicable cold.

Guilliman's power fist was about to smash into Kor Phaeron's ugly, wrinkled old face, killing once and for all the man who had been responsible for Calth's destruction.

A beam of turbid light hit Guilliman's cobalt blue armor. Faced with this force that did not belong to the physical world, the Primarch was helplessly blasted against the wall, like a cannonball smashing a big hole in the metal barrier.

"How does it feel? Lord of the Ultramarines, this is the might of the Warp. The power of Chaos surges through my fingertips. What does it matter if I am a Primarch? I can still crush him!"

Kor Phaeron laughed wildly and released another beam of psychic energy, suppressing Guilliman who was struggling to get up.

Guilliman's face was pressed against his helmet, tightly connected to the floor. His muscles and bones were trembling as he fought against the terrifying psychic power.

Gage, Hill and other guards immediately attacked Kor Phaeron with explosive bombs and plasma strikes, but both the warheads and the hot plasma lost their effect in the face of the opponent's psychic power.

The Word Bearers simply waved his hand, and the bombs were sent back intact, causing a rain of blood to break out among the Ultramarines.

"The enemy has very strong psychic powers, we need a think tank!" Hill roared on the communication channel, but this assault did not bring enough strong original think tank troops.

More Ultramarines rushed forward without regard for their own safety, using their lives to buy the Primarch a chance to catch his breath.

Kor Phaeron had to continuously use his psychic powers to target these annoying guys.

Guilliman stood up from the rubble. He stood with great difficulty. His breastplate was visibly broken. He coughed and spat out some blood and internal organ fragments.

The Primarch realized that psychic energy had a huge destructive power on him, far superior to bombs and plasma.

"I really didn't expect everything to go so smoothly. I just need to wait here, and you will come to me obediently." Kor Phaeron took out an obsidian ritual dagger and walked up to the charred Primarch.

The eyes, full of malice and desire, lingered over the Primarch's body, as if choosing where to strike.

Guilliman's mighty armor was severely damaged by psychic lightning. The body inside the armor emitted black smoke with a burnt smell. The servo system was in a state of shutdown. The Lord of the Ultramarines could only kneel on the ground and let Kor Phaeron fiddle with him.

His guards were blocked outside the arena by other Word Bearers. Several Word Bearers with noticeable mutations joined the fray, calling themselves the Blessed Sons and possessing terrifying power. "What shall I do with you, our sworn enemy, the Primarch who once inflicted such indignity upon us?" Kor Phaeron could barely suppress the ecstatic smile. With a single stroke, he could plunge his ritual dagger into the enemy's throat.

Even the Primarchs were not immune to this kind of damage, just like they had done to the Warmaster before.

The blade of the old enemy from Interseth pierced the body of the Warmaster, and the power of Chaos will make these demigods created by the Emperor understand what the truth is, and will also guide them on the path of resisting the false emperor.

Horus could not resist, and neither could Guilliman.

But he was not satisfied with just killing Guilliman, which was too wasteful and lacked artistry. He was a Primarch, the only extraordinary being in the entire galaxy.

"If I become your guide, then Erebus can no longer suppress me. I think this is a good idea, don't you?"

There was unspeakable jealousy and resentment in his words, and Kor Phaeron, who was infused and dominated by the power of the Warp, felt his heart surging with emotions.

This made him even more indulgent and arrogant than usual.

"I want to convert you myself, obey me! I don't mind having one more adopted son. Hahahaha, with two adopted sons from the original bodies, who else in the entire galaxy would have other than me?"

"Remember to love Luojia."

Kor Phaeron raised the dagger, and the short blade exuded a dark evil power and unspeakable low mutterings.

He seemed to see the corrupted appearance of Guilliman, an original believer of truth with demonic horns, his body infused and blessed by the power of the Warp.

Guilliman will refer to himself as "Father" as Lorgar did, and it will be a fascinating sight to see him return to the Warmaster's flagship and present a Primarch to the Warmaster of Chaos as a gift.

"You need to understand more. This universe is not just what you see. The real truth is hidden behind the curtain." Kor Phaeron dropped the blade. "I will help you, I will be your guide, and I will share everything I have."

"Welcome to Chaos, Guilliman the Reasonable!"

Gage and Hill were blocked. The power of the Blessed Son was too terrifying. They were caught in a hard battle and witnessed that their genetic father was about to lose his noble life.

The Chapter Master swung his axe wildly, decapitating a Blessed One, ignoring the chainsword of another foe swinging at his back.

They tried to break through, but there were too many enemies, much more than the number of the assault team. These enemies were blessed with strange powers, and the effectiveness of long-range weapons was greatly reduced. Only brutal close combat could completely end them.

Hill was stopped by a Word Bearers sergeant. Nikona in the shadows recognized the other party's identity. He was the Word Bearer Solot Chor who backstabbed Luciel at the beginning of the whole betrayal.

Nikona took a deep breath and raised his bolter.

He entered a state of complete immersion.

Man, gun, and mind are completely integrated.

Nikona fired!

　The Word Bearers' two great scumbags, Kor Phaeron is here

　　
　
(End of this chapter)