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

Chapter 58 Foolish Courage

After completing the equipment update, the laser guns of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army are no longer the original flashlights.

A laser shot that has been charged for more than three seconds can penetrate the more fragile parts of an Astartes' ceramsite armor, and even an instantaneous sweeping mode is enough to directly penetrate a fragile human body and create a charred hole.

The enemy's mortal auxiliaries were little more than ragged thugs, roaring and screaming, wielding dangerous weapons and wearing little decent armor.

"A bunch of cannon fodder."

The auxiliary army commander of the 627th Company said with disdain, he touched the fine carapace armor on his body, the frosted metal alloy brought a strong sense of security, it was reliable enough at the same time.

A World Eater veteran charging in the front, holding a screaming Chain Axe and his Butcher's Nail humming, a crude replica of a creation from a distant dark technological age, rejoicing in the carnage on the battlefield.

It even proactively reduced the damage to the World Devourer's brain nerves, allowing him to maintain the best condition so that he could better demonstrate his tactical level.

The World Eater's eyes were bloodshot as he used his massive shoulder armor to block the incoming stray bullets. The curved ceramic steel design had always worked in the past, as most solid ammunition and even energy beams would be deflected by the shoulder armor, while the remaining power was enough for the ceramic steel to withstand.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

A roar of blood flowed out from between his teeth, and his tongue tip was bleeding from his own bitten teeth. He savored the taste of his own blood and rushed towards the position that was within reach.

As long as he charged into the position, those lowly mortals would have no chance of standing up to the powerful World Eaters in close combat.

The nerve reaction speed is several times faster than that of ordinary people, which means that the attacks of both sides are completely on a different level.

Mortals simply cannot keep up with the attack speed of the Space Marines, and when the two meet in a narrow trench, it will be the most wonderful massacre.

As the World Eater crossed the trench he had dug, he could feel the frantic firing of the mortals, and their screams of fear.

The ceramic steel armor was rapidly heating up under the continuous laser shooting, and the shoulder armor was red with a melted luster. The properties of the metal were changing, as if it had turned into some kind of war armor made of brass.

He used his chainsaw axe to savagely chop through the iron spikes and thorns that were wrapped around him. Those things were enough to stop a mortal without much armor, but they were nothing to a warrior wearing power armor.

The roaring chainsaw axe is eager to tear flesh into pieces, and its extremely bloodthirsty machine spirit needs the nourishment of blood to function properly.

The next moment, when he was about to break into the trench, a fully armed veteran suddenly emerged from a shooting hole on the side, holding in his hand an incendiary gun that had already been fully charged.

In the network formed by the Aviary's data collection, this World Eater had already been discovered. All enemy Astartes would receive special attention, and the intelligence network would report their movements.

The Carapace's automatic targeting system took control of the circuits before the Space Marine could react, activating this dormant killing machine.

The heat ray was stimulated from the energy pool, and an extremely condensed column of fire spewed out from the muzzle. The flame ray hit the breastplate of the World Eater within 0.1 seconds, and a ball of destructive flames gushed out from the gap in the armor.

The World Eaters' reinforced bodies were burned to ashes in an instant, and the incendiary guns had a near-instant kill effect on armored units, even an Astartes' superhuman body that had undergone 19 transformation surgeries was no exception.

The organic matter was instantly ignited, and the power armor that had lost its carrier and the still-screaming chainsaw axe fell by inertia onto the sandy ground. This veteran of the World Eaters, who had been through many battles, died miserably at the hands of a group of mortals.

"The World Eaters are nothing more than this. With enough supplies, we can hold out here for a year!"

An auxiliary soldier laughed loudly into a microphone, venting the tension in his heart. Killing an enemy like Astartes was an incomparable honor for mortals, and it also helped them vent their hatred for the traitors.

They turned their backs on the Emperor, they chose ignominious treason, they had no honour whatsoever.

Just as he burst into laughter, a crimson figure loomed from his blind spot. Another World Eater, having discovered his fallen brother, had already entered the battle line. He had no time to speak a word or warn. The chainsaw axe flashed like lightning, striking the auxiliary soldier holding the incendiary rifle on the shoulder blade. The specially crafted alloy was neatly sliced by the single-molecule chainsaw, the violent axe blade slicing away flesh and bone beneath.

The pain almost overloaded his brain in an instant. His whole body was stiff, as if frozen. He could only watch helplessly as the savage World Eater swung the second axe.

Am I going to die?
His consciousness before death fell into a cursory replay, and he saw the chainsaw axe getting closer and closer.

suddenly.

With a crisp gunshot, the incendiary gun in the company commander's hand and the shoulder cannon on the carapace opened fire.

With the heat ray in front and the metal bomb behind, the horrific combustion reaction occurred again, and this World Eater Astartes also fell where his battle brother died.

The soldier whose arm was chopped off froze in place. He finally reacted and his heavy body fell headfirst into the mud.

"Medic! Stop the bleeding! Take him away, quickly!"

In a blink of an eye, a medic dragged him away. They tied his broken arm with a special medical bandage and injected all the medicine in the carapace into his body. The painkiller allowed the soldier to maintain the most basic sanity.

"I, I, I..." He wanted to say something, but the extreme fear and pain caused his language system to have problems, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Lucky boy, you only lost an arm when you were hit by the World Eater's chainsaw. Normally, you would be completely chopped into pieces by the high-speed rotating chainsaw's single-molecule teeth, turning into flesh and bone scraps all over the ground."

"You survived so you can brag to others that you fought a World Eater without dying, and the enemy died before you."

"That's a World Eater. They were once the proud war dogs of the Empire, but now they have fallen into such a state."

The company commander threw the broken arm behind the medic. It was impossible to reattach the arm, so they could only see if there was a chance to replace it with a new metal prosthesis.

"On the battlefield, a moment of distraction or laxity will lead to the arrival of the god of death. Everyone stay alert and pay attention to the alarm of the bird servant! Ultramar will not fall!"

The captain shouted loudly, and the soldiers around him followed suit. Killing two World Eaters in a row gave them great confidence and also dispelled the fantasy of the Space Marines being mysterious and invincible in their minds.

At the innermost part of the position, the narrator Lowell McKeon followed the 627th Company to the front line of the battlefield.

Although it was only in the bunker of the position, it was exciting enough for this kid who had not undergone several years of standard training. The company commander did not allow him to run around everywhere, as his ignorant actions would not only kill himself but also hurt others.

Lowell's diary recorded the feat of the 627th Company killing two World Eaters just now, and even included a freshly taken photo found from the camera probe on the soldier's shoulder.

This was the approval he finally got after begging the captain for a long time. Of course, in the captain's opinion, this recorder was really stupid. He could have returned to Macragge, which was relatively safe, to avoid the disaster, but he insisted on going to the most dangerous place.

"You are such a stupid fool!"

Lowell used his pen and paper, his portable video recorder, and his eyes to record the most dangerous front-line positions.

This is stupid, but the captain admires this stupidity. It is this stupidity that forged the fearless faith of the people of Ultramar and allowed them to rush to the forefront of the war one after another.

This kind of stupidity can perhaps be called courage.

(End of this chapter)