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

Chapter 56 Conqueror
"Guilliman is watching us. May all of you return to the Emperor!"

The generous and tragic roar was lost in the huge sound of metal tearing. These micro-spaceships passed through the void shield at a low speed, then tore through the Conqueror's bulkhead, and broke into its criss-crossing internal pipe network and decks, until they smashed into its central platinum keel and were stopped.

The space between the bulkhead and the keel was plowed by lines of disintegration fields. No matter whether they were mortal servants of the XII Legion or fully armed Space Marines, in the face of absolute destructive power, they were all equally decomposed into dust all over the sky.

The still operating fission field was falling towards the lower deck of the ship under the pull of artificial gravity. It was like a red-hot iron ball, constantly melting the ice beneath it.

The Conqueror's captain, Rotara, a mature and experienced female captain, yelled at the Third Line Army on board who were responsible for guarding against enemy boarding troops, asking them to immediately deal with those desperate boarding cabins.

Once the Ultramarines in the boarding bay escape and infiltrate every corner of the battleship, it will be extremely difficult to kill these Astartes.

The interior of the Conqueror has an extremely complex pipe network, and various dark corners and ventilation ducts are sufficient to provide hiding places.

In their view, these powerful ships must be filled with vengeful Ultramarines who are about to board the Conqueror, and the best way is to send the Third Line Army, which specializes in dealing with boarding, to stop them.

The Conqueror's condition was very grim. Its bridge and central area were severely damaged by the fission field, while the key positions at the rear: the engine and reactor remained intact due to the captain's efforts to avoid them. If those guys hit the reactor, this Glorious Queen-class battleship would most likely be paralyzed in the void.

The third-line army led by the World Eater Davarus quickly rushed to the area of ​​the warships that sounded the alarm. Rotara pondered for two seconds and then spoke to the servant beside him.

"Go wake up those dormant Dreadnoughts! Go now! It's time for the Dreadnoughts to fight."

Beneath the decks of the Conqueror were stored the few remaining Dreadnoughts of the XII Legion, many of which dated from the days before the Primarch's return.

Due to the widespread implantation of the Butcher's Nails, the Astartes of the World Eaters rarely recover from the fury of battle. They will completely lose their minds in extreme pain and rage, and then be buried in endless killings.

The Techmarines and Mechanicus priests hurried to where the Dreadnoughts lay sleeping. It was a quiet steel jungle, as quiet as a cemetery.

They anxiously initiated the ceremony, trying to awaken these painfully dead people.

In order to awaken the Fearless, they must be comforted, otherwise these ancient warriors who have been in stasis for a long time are likely to kill the technicians who awakened them the moment they are awakened.

The technical sergeant quickly operated the dark equipment in the dormant warehouse. Various cooling gases gushed out from the pipes above, lowering the temperature here.

After a long time.

A Contemptor Fearlessly staggered out. The body of this ancient warrior had already entered the sarcophagus. He was dazedly feeling his current body through his nerve bundles.

He was struck by an intense feeling of pain and loss, and phantom limb pain made him unable to tell whether his limbs were still there.

Until he found his own legion at war.

"Who are we fighting, Tech Sergeant?" The electronic voice processed by the microphone sounded. Fearless suppressed the pain of incompleteness and stared at the unknown Tech Sergeant with his observation probe.
The technical sergeant lowered his head, not daring to respond to the fearless questioning.

Lying inside this Contemptor Dreadnought is Locke, the Legion Master from when the World Eaters were still known as War Dogs. He fell on the battlefield thirty years before the Primarch's return and was rescued and sent to the Dreadnought.

"Answer me! Now!"

The electronic sound was full of pain. The mutilated limbs and the long-term mental repression made the Fearless people mentally ill lunatics, but Locke, the former Lord of the Legion, endured this torment.

"We are being boarded by the Ultramarines. The war has already begun!" The technical sergeant simply did not hide the news and told Dreadnought.

The huge dreadnought mecha seemed to tremble slightly, and he was shocked by the news.

The Space Marines jumped to the aid of the Space Marines.

"Why did you wage war against the Ultramarines? Why? We are brothers!" "Why did the Emperor's warriors kill each other? Why!"

More Dreadnoughts awakened, they were furious, they were in great pain.

"My elders, the Primarch has led us on the path of awakening. We must defeat the Emperor, and only the Warmaster can save humanity!" The technical sergeant brought out the rhetoric of the legion.

Betrayal, this is betrayal.

Locke's heartache was far greater than the pain in his limbs. He understood everything. Angron, who was controlled by the Butcher's Nails, still destroyed the entire war dog.

The proud war dogs are now mad World Eaters carrying Butcher's Nails, driven by rage and pain.

The original master was a madman, why would his descendants also become madmen?

Fearless pushed forward his heavy body and followed the technical sergeant with huge steps. They quickly rushed to the place where the micro-spacecraft crashed.

Although it was a miniature warship, it was still a large ship when compared to the scale of an individual. It was like a whale stranded inside the Conqueror, struggling desperately.

They saw that the World Eaters Astartes were trying to destroy its armor with melta bombs and magnetic mines. The Dreadnought immediately swung his huge power fist, and the decomposition force field directly smashed the hatch into a dent.

The bolt broke, the metal buckled, and the door flew open.

The World Eaters' third line of troops immediately swarmed forward.

But when they saw the situation in the cabin, there was no Ultramarines, and the cabin that should have contained the boarding Ultramarines was empty.

There were only two broken corpses of mortals and a dying man spitting blood and slumped in the driver's seat.

When the hatch was opened, the dying mortal soldier laughed and taunted the charging World Eaters.

"Die, traitors!"

The mortal driver's internal organs had been completely shattered, and it was a miracle that he was still alive. As he said his last words with a grin on his face, a strong sense of crisis was giving a crazy warning.

The experience Locke had accumulated during his long war career allowed him to immediately react in the best possible way. He turned the body of his Dreadnought and protected the World Eaters warriors beneath him. He used the Contemptor's Dreadnought to isolate the two.

A horrible material reaction occurred inside the spacecraft. The antimatter that was out of control annihilated the ubiquitous positive matter. In an instant, a huge amount of energy was completely released.

The huge Conqueror almost stopped trembling, and four or five material reactions broke out in its body. This kind of trauma was far more deadly than macro cannons and torpedoes. The overload of the antimatter furnace almost killed it.

Its overall structure can still be barely maintained, but it is impossible for it to continue to participate in combat.

"Brothers quarrel and draw swords against each other."

Locke's dreadnought sarcophagus was torn apart by the aftermath of the explosion, and the Contemptor's iron body was reduced to powder, while he barely maintained his life.

The Astartes he was protecting were still alive, but the World Eaters who got too close were blasted into mud.

Locke, feeling hopeless, watched all this through his still-working electronic eyes. Perhaps... this was what the World Devourer deserved, betrayal, betrayal...

(End of this chapter)