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

Chapter 57 Auxiliary Army 627th Company

"My brother, your flagship is burning. Are you sure you don't want to go back?"

On the bridge of the Truthbringer, Lorgar and Angron stood side by side. The Nuceria was much more muscular, like one of the Titans in the mythology of ancient Terra.

But his face seemed to always be filled with pain, and a vicious creature called the Butcher's Nail was deeply embedded in the top of his skull.

In the face of Luojia's doubts, Angron waved his hand casually. He turned his head and glanced at his honor guard, the Devourer, without any concern.

"They are nothing but weaklings. The Ultramarines are making their final counterattack, but they can't even stop this kind of attack. I am still so disappointed by them."

Lorgar could sense the loss of the World Eaters who stayed at the entrance of the bridge, following silently.

Their gene-father never looked upon his offspring with favor, and in the eyes of the Nucerias they were not much more noble than lowly mortal servants.

Angron, who grew up in the deformed world of Nuceria, had already formed equally deformed ideas.

"I will go and flatten those annoying guys with my own hands. Only killing and blood can relax my butcher's nails for a while. It is buzzing in my head. I can feel it drilling deeper. These evil gifts given to me by the high-ranking riders have tormented me for decades."

"But I am still grateful for this damn pain, which reminds me of my brothers and sisters, we swore to live and die together, we fought to death for freedom, and we laughed and made those damn slave owners pay with blood.

We were trapped in the mountains of Nuceria, my brothers and sisters lived on my blood, and I fled at the last moment, an ignominious escape."

The souls of the Nucerias were always lost in his homeland, and he paid no attention to his descendants who kept dying on the battlefield.

Those people were nothing more than strangers to him who claimed blood ties, accomplices of the false Emperor who had stolen the power he and his brothers and sisters had fought and died for.

"Brother, the Butcher's Nail has caused you too much trauma. We don't need to slaughter those insignificant planets, but you are controlled by the bloodthirsty impulse. Now go to Amatra. That is the first planet I really want you to destroy."

The Lord of the Word Bearers gazed at Angron, who was conversing with the ghost in his mind. He opened his arms as if he were there again, shouting, roaring, and angrily accusing his former enemy.

He wielded the chainsaw axe, as if returning to the final battle with the high-level rider. The muscles on his face were as sharp as knives and axes, and his eyes were raging with endless hatred and sadness.

"I will save you, brother. I will take back your soul from this evil art. You have endured too much. I will save you." Luo Jia said silently in his heart.

He approached the enraged Angron, as no World Eater would dare.

Because when Angron was first sent back to the Warhound Legion by the Emperor to meet his offspring, he killed all of the legion's senior commanders, including the legion commander - except for the Eighth Company Captain Kahn.

"There is no emotion purer than anger, no ambition more upright than revenge. I feel your pain, my blood brother." Lorgar's tone was like a gentle caress, and light gradually appeared in Angron's confused eyes.

"Yes, revenge. I need revenge." Angron closed his eyes and opened them again. He called over the Honor Guards who showed complete disdain for him and led them to the drop bay to prepare for landing.

On the surface of Amatra, Orfeo watched the green lights on the screen go out one by one. All the wolves had lost contact, which meant that they had all sacrificed their lives for the Five Hundred Worlds.

The Regent scanned the screens. Despite their best efforts, the enemy's advance was unstoppable. Thousands of World Eaters led the charge, followed by the Word Bearers. "Several of our air defense fortresses have been destroyed by the enemy. Our Void Shields can no longer withstand the continuous attacks. However, the defenses of several of our major cities remain stable, and our city-level Void Shields can hold out for a long time."

"I believe Macragge has realized that Amatra is under attack. As long as we persist, we can wait for reinforcements to arrive. Amatra will be the most stubborn nail, firmly nailing the rebels to this star field and unable to extricate themselves."

The power of the Five Hundred Worlds is immense, but it requires a will to gather and coordinate it, turning the scattered sand into a fist. With the home advantage, it will have no problem even fighting against the two traitor legions, the Extreme Marines.

But the same problem is that all this takes time. The Ultramarines are recovering, and those warships and soldiers are gathering from all over the place. The premise of all this is that Amatra can stand.

The commander did not speak, he just scanned everyone's faces with his sharp eyes, his neatly groomed white hair made him look calm and composed, not at all panicked by the enemy's full-scale landing.

As long as Orfeo is there, the sky of Amatra will not fall. He is like a giant pillar, supporting everyone's fighting spirit.

"The enemy has landed at Position 267, and our mortal auxiliary forces are blocking them. The armored forces are rushing to the battlefield, my lord, do we need to mobilize the Astartes troops?"

"Which unit is defending that position?" asked Orfeo.

"627th Company of the Ultramar Auxiliary Forces, sir."

"Wait a moment, we need more enemies to enter the encirclement. The 627th Company is a company of veterans, they can withstand the first wave of pressure!" Orfeo gave the order, and the Extreme Warriors began to prepare for battle.

The ground flattened by the spear of light was covered with ugly charred marks. Everything was burning, even the stones were melted into a pool of ugly crystals by the high temperature.

Those whistling claws of terror and airships fell from the sky, covered by enemy planes and missiles, setting off violent explosions on the mortal positions.

"Shoot, shoot, three o'clock direction! Everyone concentrate fire!" The company commander's voice was transmitted to the ears of each soldier through the communication headset in the helmet.

The roar of artillery fire outside almost tore the air apart, and the terrifying sonic boom could even shatter people's eardrums from a long distance.

The company commander's shooting was very accurate. With the help of the helmet scanning system, he could accurately blow off the head of a World Eater mortal auxiliary soldier from a distance of 500 meters. He stretched out the probe and bird servant on his shoulder, but retracted them in an instant.

"Coordinates delivered! Requesting fire support!"

Five seconds later, artillery counterattacks were heard from the rear positions, with twelve upgraded petrified lizard artillery pieces releasing destructive waves wantonly.

They are more powerful and have a longer range, and even the most experienced veterans are delighted by these lovely big babies.

Amid the dust and smoke, the World Eaters' mortal auxiliaries and the elusive Astartes in scarlet armor were approaching.

They shouted blasphemous slogans, calling for the overthrow of the empire and the destruction of the false emperor. Their superhuman bodies flew across the battlefield, but they fell in large numbers on the road of charge.

(End of this chapter)