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

Chapter 53 They are coming
Orfeo was not only the regent of Amatra, he was also a great commander who knew how to use news to inspire people and awaken the fighting spirit in the hearts of soldiers and civilians.

The enemy is much stronger than you, so if you want to hold on or even win, you will definitely need willpower to offset the gap. If your soldiers are demoralized, the situation will be even worse.

After this impromptu global speech, inspired by the spirit of Sestes, the people of the entire planet fell into a spontaneous state of war preparedness.

People became fanatical and rational, abandoned their fantasies and prepared to rebel.

They realized that when war comes, no one can stay out of it, whether you are a noble, a commoner, or even a wandering merchant passing by for supplies.

The traitors will kill everyone equally. This is the common outcome for everyone.

Even though the archons have repeatedly emphasized that Amatra's war supplies are unprecedentedly abundant, transport ships from the Five Hundred Worlds are transporting supplies to this galaxy at all times, at all costs.

Due to the influence of the subspace storm, most of the transport ships that arrived were traveling at sub-light speeds. Even so, many ships were still affected by the impact of the storm in the real universe.

Sailing has become an extremely risky thing, but even so, more and more people are coming, bringing supplies and support from other planets.

At this moment, the asteroids and satellites in the Amatra galaxy are equipped with a large number of ground-based macro cannons and light spears.

Countless permanent fortifications covered the original human buildings. The people of Amatra especially loved bathing, so there were magnificent and beautiful public baths everywhere. This was part of the culture of this planet, but now they had all given way to war.

“But the enthusiasm of the people cannot be let down. The people of Amatra who voluntarily participate in the militia reserve training must be commended. We must firmly hold on to Amatra.

This planet is too crucial. The foundries and recruit training bases here are very large and complex. As long as Amatra exists, the XIII Legion will be able to produce new Astartes blood at a speed far exceeding that of other legions."

The Regent of Amatra is well aware of the burden on his shoulders. The Ultramarines are currently carrying out an intensive recruitment operation. Guilliman must restore the Ultramarines as quickly as possible and heal the trauma they suffered on Calth.

"My lord, Captain Bloom has again suggested mobilizing more soldiers from the company to form an assault force. He believes that since Captain Sesterce was able to sink the Furious Abyss by boarding, we can definitely replicate this feat. He wants to take the lead in joining the boarding force and requests your approval."

The adjutant reported Captain Bloom's request, this was the fourth time.

"Rejected. I don't agree with his plan."

Orfeo was busy reviewing documents. Beside him, there were documents waiting to be processed piled up to the ceiling, and the robot servants were transporting more requests and documents here.

"What we need to do is hold Amatra, using the terrain, planetary defenses, and ground-based weapon arrays here. We are at a huge disadvantage in terms of space navy.

Bloom lost his mind, and Sestes was a miracle in desperate situations. He took advantage of the opportunity when the Furious Abyss was alone and was resupplied in the system, and the enemy will never give such an opportunity again. "

The Regent paused with his quill as he completed the transfer of the Ultramarines reinforcements.

The Primarch sent another 1000 Ultramarines to Amatra as reinforcements. Together with the original 3000 Astartes, more than 4000 Space Marines were concentrated on one military world.

Among these warriors, about 500 of them changed into adamantium armor, while the Terminator armor made of the rarest strong interaction force material was used to replace his honor guard. It is believed that they will get a big surprise when fighting in close combat with the World Eaters and the Word Bearers.

But even so, facing the enemy forces numbering in the tens of thousands, Amatra's Space Marines were still too few. Orfeo had to make good use of every soldier, as any waste would be fatal.

He had a premonition that Amatra would face an absolute siege from the enemy's main force. No qualified strategist would ignore the normal operation of such a vital planet. The consequences of destroying this military world far exceeded those of destroying dozens of inhabited worlds. "The flagship of the Word Bearers, the flagship of the World Eaters, and at least one, possibly two, Abyssal Fury-class battleships... while our navy consists of only a few battleships and cruisers."

The Regent sighed and picked up a document signed by the Primarch himself.

"This is?"

Orfeo's eyes lit up. Among the equipment sent from Macragge this time, there was actually a miniature spaceship that was only seventy or eighty meters long. Its bow was equipped with some kind of fragmentation ray that could easily split and cut into pieces metal bodies in space.

But judging from its appearance and design, this is actually an industrial ship, right?
A thought just flashed through the commander's mind, and then he no longer cared what they were originally doing, but now, they will be a dangerous wolf pack.

At Guilliman's request, Roche modified the mining ship, increasing its fission ray intensity and engine output, while also greatly reducing its size and tonnage.

Its antimatter furnace can quickly accelerate it to jump speed, which also means that such a ship can be transformed into a manually guided fragmentation warhead when necessary.

Of course, its armor and damage-bearing capacity are extremely fragile, and I'm afraid a cruiser's lance can destroy this little guy.

It has a mature intelligent system and automated operation module, and only a few experienced pilots are needed to fly such a micro-spacecraft.

"Find me a group of pilots who can fly Thunderhawk gunboats and Thunderbolt and Barracuda fighters. Remember to tell them how dangerous these ships are, and then ask them if they are willing to operate these new weapons."

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, then laughed frankly.

"All Space Marines and mortal soldiers have already sworn an oath to the Emperor. We have already put life and death aside. If we die in the same way, we hope to die in a more valuable way and drag more traitors to hell."

After processing a batch of expedited documents, Orfeo stood up and walked to the courtyard outside the office to relax. A team of victorious soldiers who had changed into strong interaction force armor were stationed nearby, following the regent closely.

Suddenly, Orfeo felt a pain on his forehead, and a psychic storm spread in the Astropath's quiet room not far away. The Regent drew his sword and immediately led his men over.

"what happened!"

In the quiet room, several Astropaths belonging to the Extreme Marines were kneeling on the ground, covering their heads in pain and muttering words of fear.

"Subspace, massive subspace reaction! We can't communicate with the outside world through astropathic communication! Ahhh!"

Sharp screams continued to echo. These astropaths who were extremely sensitive to psychic energy were obviously affected by something that was approaching.

Orfeo took a deep breath, his expression calm, and gave orders in a calm voice.

"They are here. Notify all troops to enter combat status according to the exercise plan."

The shrill alarm sounded quickly, and everyone realized that the real war had arrived.

(End of this chapter)