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

Chapter 51 A Day in the Life of a Narrator

Five hundred worlds, the military world Amatra.

Lowell McCann woke up from his sleep and the wakeup call sounded outside the window. After several months of practice, he was able to sit up two seconds before the wakeup call sounded instead of being woken up passively.

Although this may seem meaningless, only those who have experienced it know that it means you are still in shape.

The sound of the reveille was very sharp and piercing, but in Lowell's senses, it was a sound with a unique charm.

Being woken up by the wake-up call means that the war has not yet arrived and you have successfully survived another day.

Lowell's roommates finished washing up as quickly as possible, but he had a little bit of privilege. This had nothing to do with his powerful family in Macragge, but just because he was a recorder.

The narrator is a profession found throughout the human empire, generally composed of poets, journalists, photographers and writers. Its origin comes from an order from the Emperor. The narrator uses his own personal experience to publicize to the general public of the empire what the Imperial Army has seen and heard, including but not limited to local customs, anecdotes, heroic deeds, etc.

In the vast human empire, 99.9% of the people will never have the opportunity to leave their home planet in their lifetime, and their understanding and imagination of other worlds largely rely on the biographies and experiences of the recorders.

The 627th Company of Amatra, where Lowell was located, was a mortal auxiliary army with a long history. It was the first batch of mortal auxiliary troops formed by the order of the Primarch himself, and was responsible for protecting the safety of the important planet Amatra.

"I hope there will be something different today. Every day is a military exercise. Even if we can cooperate with the Astartes stationed here, it would be fine." Lowell yawned, feeling a little tired.

Ever since the full alert order came from Macragge, the planet's supreme commander, Orfeo Cassandra, has been constantly mobilizing troops for combat readiness.

This military world already has countless bunkers and war shelters, and Lord Orfeo is constantly making new deployments based on these. They want to truly turn this planet into a nail, nailing it on the enemy's path.

"I heard that the enemy this time is the former 12th and 17th Legions. They betrayed the Emperor and shamelessly attacked our army in Calth."

Rumors always spread faster than official news. Lowell originally scoffed at such ridiculous rumors, but after receiving the notice from the Ultramarines, he had to accept the fact that the two legions that were originally loyal to the Emperor had already rebelled.

I heard that Calth has been destroyed. It was a newly emerging planet among the Five Hundred Worlds and had great potential.

Lowell wrote down his thoughts in his essay.

It was just that the Emperor seemed to have heard his wish. The commander of the 627th Company, a middle-aged man who looked only in his fifties and a veteran who had participated in the expedition against the Osiris psychic species, brought new orders.

"Everyone, go to the arsenal in teams to get new equipment!"

As soon as the military order was issued, everyone immediately tensed up, even the somewhat lax Lowell adjusted his mental state.

Before the military order was issued, everyone was called someone from different planets. However, once the order was issued, everyone had only one identity: a soldier of the 627th Company of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army.

It is the duty of soldiers to obey orders.

The soldiers of the 627th Company trotted into formation and arrived at the arsenal in an orderly manner.

Lowell glanced around quietly. There were many transport ships parked on the apron at the edge of the warehouse. The heat from their engines had not even dissipated yet. The surrounding air was twisted and rising under the heating of the heat wave. These big guys were in a hurry.

"According to your height and body shape, the team leader will lead the team to receive new shell armor, as well as brand-new laser guns, incendiary guns and micro-powered backpacks." The old company commander's voice was hoarse, but very clear, and even the soldiers at the back of the line could hear it.

Wait? What do you want to receive?
Lowell was a little absent-minded, as if he heard some unexpected words.

New Carapace? Explosive Gun? Power Pack?
It seems that these things are not something that a small 627th Company can obtain.

Ordinary soldiers might not understand, but as he was from Macragge, he naturally knew more. Carapace armor and incendiary guns were only equipped by the most elite mortal auxiliary troops.

Such as the famous Solar Auxiliary Army of the Solar Star Domain, or powerful warriors like the Lucifer Black Guard, or the most elite group of Ultramar Auxiliary Army.

His doubts did not last long, because all the soldiers in the company received the appropriate equipment.

The Carapace comes in five different sizes to accommodate soldiers of different sizes, and its sophisticated design allows for limited fine-tuning, which is unusual.

"No, this is different from the carapace I know. Isn't this thing made of ceramic steel? It doesn't feel like ceramic steel at all!"

Since he was not a soldier, Lowell was not assigned any armor, but this did not prevent him from observing his comrades.

The veterans, clad in the new armor, were all in high spirits. The silver-gray metal armor covered nearly every exposed part of their bodies, especially the chest, legs, and other vital areas, where the thickness was particularly impressive. Unlike the clumsy, ugly carapace armor, Lowell's artistically honed sense of style saw these armors as exquisite works of art. They almost perfectly conformed to the wearer's body curves, creating a harmonious and balanced appearance that was simply impossible for standard equipment.

Especially some special modules on the armor, which are completely different from the bulky and rough equipment in the past. After the explanation of the technicians, Lowell realized the preciousness of these armors.

The card slot on the waist stores high concentrations of adrenaline and powerful drugs, which can stimulate the soldier's state at critical moments and give the soldier the greatest chance of survival when seriously injured.

The micro-antenna and camera on the shoulder mean that he has communication equipment that can be deployed down to the individual soldier. On the battlefield, every soldier will be the eyes of the command center, and the orders from officers can reach the individual soldier directly. Such an army will be difficult to break up.

The armor's helmet is equipped with a ventilator, air filtration system, sunshade mask, thermal imaging, laser ranging and other modules, while the display on the wrist is the display window of the armor's micro bird servant, which can be used to replace vision on the battlefield where vision is lost.

The most outrageous thing is the connection interface reserved on the back of the carapace, which is reserved for those micro-power backpacks. Lowell has only seen it on the armor of Astartes warriors. This is not something that mortals should use.

In addition, some details that are difficult to see with the naked eye were also conveyed by the missionaries.

The material of the armor is a newly developed special alloy, similar in composition to ceramic steel, but its strength exceeds that of ceramic steel by several levels. According to them, it has excellent defensive capabilities and also has good protection against heat energy and radiation.

"Did the great Primarch sell his home planet? Where did he get so many resources?"

Lowell thought about some disloyal thoughts in his mind. Even on a capital planet like Macragge, the upper echelons of the hive would never be stingy in purchasing such sophisticated equipment.

And the Primarch sent countless such equipment, and equipped even the most insignificant auxiliary army soldiers.

Even the rich five hundred worlds cannot afford such resource consumption. Those oil men will not work for free just because you are the original body.

Moreover, Lowell had not heard any news before that the Ultramar Auxiliary Army was going to be completely re-equipped, and if those oil men were to provide the equipment, it would probably take ten or eight years for them to get it.

Having just received their own equipment, the old company commander led these veterans to collect their respective company's armored personnel carriers. Lowell recognized this model; it was the Chimera personnel carrier widely used in the Empire.

Behind these small transports, a series of large steel beasts spewed out from the exits of the transport ships: Leman Russ, Land Raiders, Basilisks, and some real behemoths, Emperor's Baneblade super-heavy tanks.

Lowell's pen was shaking as he was recording. The Empire's vehicles were always scarce compared to its infantry, and it was rare to see so many vehicles appear together.

But now, they were all crowded on the tarmac, and the engineers kept shouting at them to make way so that they could drive these war monsters to their respective battlefields.

"I suspect we are about to engage in apocalyptic war," Lowell wrote in his essay.

Afterwards, when Lowell, who thought he would never be shocked again today, saw the Astartes warriors who appeared next, he fell into numbness again.

A tall warrior wearing a cloak and a helmet with a white mane and feather crest led the team to greet them with supplies.

Lowell knew him, the man was the legendary Ultramarines and ruler of Amatra, Archon Lord Orfeo Cassandra.

Accompanied by his personal guards, he warmly welcomed some battle-brothers who had come from Macragge.

In front of these new warriors, even the Lord Archon was obviously shorter. The armor they wore was larger and more gorgeous. A layer of cobalt blue coating covered the glittering golden armor, outlining the Ω-shaped logo unique to the Extreme Warriors.

"Orfeo, the Primarch has sent you brand new armor. He guarantees that all of you will be satisfied." The Ultramarines was an old acquaintance of Orfeo, and at this moment he was showing off his new armor with great pride.

The Lord of Amatra looked at his old friend calmly. The Primarch had already informed him of the new arrangement through the communication. These adamantine armors were the first batch of gifts from Macragge.

"Everyone, get ready. Change your armor. Put the replaced armor into the warehouse for future use."

The Ultramarines stationed on Amatra have the strength of several chapters, and more than 3,000 Astartes are guarding this extremely important planet. After the first batch of equipment arrived, one-tenth of the soldiers changed into new adamantine armor.

This is already a very good number. Roche has almost squeezed the production line to the limit, but Mustafar's resources can only supply the production of these equipments, and he has no plans to expand the war base to other planets.

"On this day, the Emperor's angels changed into brand new equipment. My intuition tells me that they are completely different from yesterday."

This is what the narrator Lowell wrote in his diary, and when the Battle of Amatra broke out shortly afterwards, this incredibly lucky narrator added some notes when he opened his notebook again.

"They are no longer Astartes. They are the Custodians of the Five Hundred Worlds, defeating all enemies who come to attack them."

(End of this chapter)