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

Chapter 60: Ultramarines Appear
The enemy had fallen into the designed trap, and the command immediately responded to the previously prepared strategic deployment, and the Astartes troops who had been waiting for a long time entered the battlefield.

The Regent of Amatra himself wore armor, holding a power sword in one hand and a combat dagger in the other, and came to the front line of the battlefield followed by his victorious army guards.

In close combat, even a fully armed mortal is no match for the Space Marines, and the only way to stop all of this adventurous assault of World Eaters is to use Astartes to fight Astartes.

Both sides are well aware of this. The enemy repeatedly uses their Space Marines to attack positions. In addition to destroying the defenses, their biggest goal is to attract the Ultramarines to join the battle.

As long as the Ultramarines Astartes on Amatra can be completely defeated and their commander killed, all the rebels will have to face are some confused mortal troops.

Captain Khârn of the 8th Assault Company was one of the World Eaters' most advanced warriors, and he and his battle-brothers had already breached a mortal auxiliaries position.

Even from his point of view, those mortal soldiers did their best. In order to remove that tough thorn in the battlefield, the soldiers under his command paid the price of seventeen lives.

Incendiary guns, melta bombs, plasma guns... those damn mortals are armed to the teeth. Kahn compared them with the mortal soldiers in his own legion. They were just like homeless people begging for a living.

These Amatra are so determined that they would rather charge in with melta bombs than be captured alive, although the World Eaters generally do not take prisoners.

Kahn will never forget the look of the last veteran on the battlefield. It was a look of fearlessness and mockery. They firmly believed that the invaders would be buried one by one in this world, and the people of Ultramar would eventually win the final victory.

Kahn took a deep breath. He realized that it was not blind confidence. The other party really thought that the World Eaters could not capture Amatra.

What other cards do they have? Those weird suicide spaceships? Or those mortal veterans armed to the teeth by some unknown guy on the battlefield? Or those super-heavy tanks that appear in dozens on the battlefield?
The Captain of the Eighth Company admitted that his enemies fought well, but it was meaningless. The World Eaters and the Word Bearers had deployed too many forces on the planet. They did not stand a chance.

Astartes is a life form that transcends mortals, so no matter how hard mortals try, they deserve to be defeated.

The Astartes conquered the galaxy for the Emperor, but there were not enough places for the Space Marines in the galaxy. The newly formed Terran Council of the Empire did not have a seat for the Primarch, and the Emperor would rather hand over the power of governing the Empire to those mortals than leave a place for his sons.

Although Kahn is not interested in managing the Empire, the fear of being abandoned is still the reason why many legion soldiers choose to betray the Emperor.

They feared that the fate of the Thunder Warriors would be the fate of Astartes.

Khârn's chainsaw axe flew across the battlefield, and he killed several mortal auxiliary soldiers who were trying to delay him with their lives, until the blue and gold painted Ultramarines appeared in his sight.

Those cowardly cousins ​​were finally willing to show up. Kahn even thought for a time that these Space Marines only dared to hide in their fortifications, leaving the mortals to bear the casualties.

The Ultramarines, the arrogant Ultramarines, the rational Ultramarines, can only hide in their nests and tremble.

Kahn watched as the Ultramarines put up tall shields, pressed together against each other, and formed an unbreakable cobalt blue shield wall. Those boarding shields and storm shields were originally used for boarding operations in interstellar wars, but now they appeared on the surface battlefield.

The Ultramarines stood behind their magnificent shields, with the Empire's lightning eagle wings and the Ultramarines' Ω mark engraved on the front of the shields. Kahn flashed a hint of disdain.

With their other hands wielding bolters or power swords, they fearlessly faced the incoming waves of World Eaters, stubbornly standing at the forefront of the battle line.

The warriors under Khârn's command, along with two other World Eaters from different companies, roared frantically towards the enemy, shouting the battle cries of the past. Fueled by the Butcher's Nails, they had only one thought left: break through that wall! Let those Ultramarines die in agony!
Some of the more rational World Eaters were constantly firing their bolters and plasma guns. The bombs exploded on the shield wall, leaving only traces of burning and explosion. The shields mixed with adamantium could not be easily penetrated by the bombs.

The formation of the Ultramarines is almost perfect. They are well-organized, their formation is strict, and their will is indestructible.

"This may be the best heavy-armored infantry phalanx in the empire."

The moment Kahn hit the shield wall, a thought came to his mind.

It was as if they had hit a tall mountain. The warriors behind the shield wall didn't even waver and easily resisted the frenzied charge of the World Eaters.

We must break through this wall, otherwise these World Eaters will be killed by the Ultramarines in minutes, Kahn roared in his heart.

He swung his chainsaw axe and fired plasma in his other hand, trying to open a gap in the defense line in front of him.

"Hold the line!"

A loud voice came from behind the shield wall, a shout in High Gothic, and the Captain of the Ultramarines encouraged the morale of his battle-brothers, who raised their shields higher.

The World Eaters each let out an earth-shaking war cry, but the chaotic and inconsistent sounds were completely crushed by the Ultramarines.

The Ultramarines' formation was too tight. Every World Eater who rushed to the front line had to face at least two Ultramarines. They tilted their shields slightly, and various power swords, chainswords or heavy bombs would take away a life through the gaps.

Kahn tried to use the terrain to cross the enemy's shield wall and break into it to chop the enemy, but the attempt was seen through by an Ultramarines, who blocked it without any doubt.

Then another Ultramarines dealt him a heavy shield blow in the face from the side, forcing the Captain of the Eighth Company to stumble back a few steps. His helmet was cracked by the fierce blow, and blood spurted out from the crack like a fountain.

how come?
It was just an ordinary Extreme Warrior. Kahn didn't even see any emblem of honor. It was impossible for such tremendous power to crush him in an instant.

Khârn, the World Eater, is the strongest of the Twelve Legions, second only to the Primarch. Even warriors known for their martial arts such as Daevarus and Kargos are no match for Khârn.

As for those who were stronger than him, they all died on the day they recognized the Father of Genes. No one could defeat Kiel, the former Lord of the Legion, with a chainsaw axe, but he was torn to pieces by Angron without any glory.

Kharn's heart throbbed. Those veterans of the Warhounds, they had all been slain by Angron.

The Butcher's Nails were angry. It was extremely displeased by Kahn's distraction during the war. Those vicious metals kept drilling into the brain tissue, punishing its slave.

“Fight back!” the Ultramarines’ leader shouted.

"This is a trap." Kahn realized it.

(End of this chapter)