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

Chapter 61 They cheated!

The World Eaters' assault was broken up. They were far inferior to the Ultramarines in terms of discipline and organization. Even their brute force, which was made more ferocious by the Butcher's Nails, was suppressed.

And Kahn confirmed after several encounters:

The strange shape of the power armor worn by the Ultramarines is definitely not any known type of power armor used by the Empire.

It is almost half a meter taller than the Mark 4 extreme power armor and looks like a smaller version of the Iron Cavalry Terminator. Its more streamlined shape is completely different from other Imperial models of power armor, and they don’t even carry power backpacks?

The energy source of the Astartes' power armor is the fusion backpack behind him, which provides the energy supply needed for the electronic muscle bundle and also provides energy for other communication and life support systems.

Without power packs, how did these Ultramarines drive their power armor? And with that horrific power output, it was obvious that their power was far superior to that of the World Eaters.

Unknown things are always frightening, and Kahn is no exception. He is not like those brothers who have been tortured by the Butcher's Nails and have lost all their sanity. His brain is still calm.

"These damn Ultramarines, they have replaced some powerful new armor, and they have set up an ambush here, waiting for us fools to step into the death trap."

The World Eaters who were still trying to tear through the defenses in front of the shield wall fell down in large numbers. The idea of ​​crossing this wall became the most ridiculous fantasy.

The Ultramarines began to fight back. They jumped out of the protection of the shield wall and used their swords and martial arts to show the World Eaters who were the real slaughterers.

The World Eaters were chopped into pieces by the Ultramarines' power swords. The power gap brought by the several times output power was like an insurmountable chasm.

Even though these nail-pierced Astartes burst out with power beyond that of ordinary Astartes under the desperate pressure of the nails, they were still defeated by the Ultramarines equipped with adamantium armor.

Yes, Orfeo deployed hundreds of Platinum-armored Extreme Marines into this trap in order to capture all the enemies who broke into the trap and lost contact with the main force.

It is better to cut off one of the enemy's fingers than to hurt ten of them. What Orfeo has to do is to completely cut off the finger that has stretched too far.

Kahn watched helplessly as his warriors were slaughtered wantonly, one hundred, two hundred, the Thinker screen inside the helmet kept reporting the number of warriors who had lost their vital signs.

[Killed in action][Killed in action][Killed in action]

The axe blow that Kahn chopped furiously on the opponent's armor was bounced back as if it had hit the battleship's golden keel.

The single-molecule serrations on the axe blade wailed in front of the tougher defense. These consumables were all destroyed in a very short time. Now his chainsaw axe was more like a rough iron rod.

"That's adamantium! Damn it! Adamantium!"

Khârn made out the gold beneath the scraped cobalt blue paint, the Ultramarines arming themselves in adamantium, more plausible than Angron smiling in acceptance of his brood.

He angrily pulled the trigger on the plasma pistol in his hand, squeezing out more destructive energy, but when the hot plasma hit the power armor of the Extreme Marines, the energy shield on the surface flashed by, blocking the spread of the plasma.

The plasma gun's machine soul reached its limit, and Kahn threw it out quickly. The overheated plasma just blew him away.

Those cobalt blue figures, who were generally more powerful than the World Eaters, were constantly closing the encirclement. They were in good order and looked like a whole on the battlefield.

Kahn fell into a distracted state again. This was very wrong. The abnormal feeling brought by the entire Amatra troubled the captain of the Eighth Company.

In an instant, Kahn remembered the experience of his genetic father on Nuceria.

Was it the same situation now, when Angron and his brothers and sisters were cornered by the high-ranking riders deep in the mountains, slaughtered by the well-organized battle formations of their enemies? Khârn and his World Eaters were like cornered gladiators, armed only with short swords and flimsy leather armor, while organized shield-bearing warriors crushed them, using the power of war to crush these scattered warriors.

This feeling of powerlessness made Kahn have a deeper empathy for Angron's past experience. It was the generation gap in equipment, it was a complete crushing, some gladiators who relied on their personal strength and were complacent were slaughtered by an army that was proficient in battlefield cooperation.

Khan tried to stand up. The number of warriors under his command was getting smaller and smaller. At the beginning, it was the World Eaters who surrounded the Ultramarines, but now the situation was reversed and the World Eaters had been surrounded by the Ultramarines.

The encirclement had been closed. Kahn looked towards the position in the rear, where there was only a sea of ​​cobalt blue figures, while the mortal troops and reinforcements of the World Eaters were stubbornly blocked in the rear.

A heavy bomb hit Kahn's shin. The huge explosive force penetrated his leg armor, causing his shin to vibrate continuously at a high frequency, almost tearing his muscles and bones apart, preventing him from wanting to stand up again.

Another explosive bomb hit the helmet. His already broken helmet played a final role. The curved metal deflected the trajectory of the explosive bomb, so that Kahn's head did not suddenly explode like some kind of fruit called watermelon in Ancient Terra.

But his head was also bleeding profusely, his skull was shattered, and his Butcher's Nails were affected. The metal roots deep in his brain were stirring his brain matter. The unspeakable pain tore his sanity apart, and under the torture of the double pain, the Eighth Company Captain knelt on the ground.

Numbness continued to come, even covering up the pain. His shoulder armor was torn apart piece by piece. Kahn looked up at the enemy who kept shooting at him.

His bloodshot eyes seemed to want to tear the enemy to pieces completely, but he couldn't do it. His armor was on the verge of breaking, and the weapons in his hands had already broken down.

A strong premonition told Kahn that his war career might be over.

What else could save him from the Ultramarines? Could he rely on the Primarch who scorned the World Eaters?
Kh'rn knew that Angron cared nothing for the World Eaters, and that he directed his anger and resentment towards the Emperor upon his own children, with only his Nuceria brothers and sisters in his sight now reduced to the dead.

No, Khârn recalled his former brothers loyal to the Emperor who had been purged on Isstvan III, War Dogs rather than World Eaters.

They charged at their Primarch in rage, and were slaughtered one by one by Angron, but in the end, there was no more anger in Angron's heart.

The warhounds that dared to charge him and kill him were more like Angron's brothers and sisters.

Perhaps in Angron's eyes, those were his true descendants, rather than those fools who had driven themselves into trouble in order to get closer to the Primarch.

But perhaps Khârn really did have some kind of will that favored him. When all his warriors fell and died, the World Eater, who was surrounded by the Ultramarines, picked up a chainsaw sword from the body of his brother and tried a last stand. A whistling and violent sound rang out in the sky.

That was the sound of the claws of terror tearing through the air.

Kahn looked up, blood seeping into his eyes along the wrinkles of his skin. His scarlet eyes locked onto the Terror Claw. The specially shaped airdrop pod forcefully penetrated the obstruction of countless artillery fire and landed beside Kahn with a huge crash.

The Extreme Marines had to retreat a distance to avoid the attack of the airdrop pod. Even though the adamantium armor had excellent shock absorbers, no one would be stupid enough to use their body to block a steel structure falling from outside the atmosphere.

The Dreadclaw flicked open its hatch, and its sharp claws mixed with adamantium pierced deeply into the earth, crushing the blood, flesh and bones of the World Eaters' corpses into mud.

White high-temperature steam gushed out of the hatch, and the flashing red alarm lights and shrill beeps symbolized the displeasure of the intruders.

A giant, a giant over four meters tall, stepped out of the dark airborne capsule with heavy footsteps.

A bloody smell so thick that it was almost tangible emanated from his body. He glanced at the remains of the World-Eaters scattered all over the ground, and a disdainful laugh began to echo.

"Weak and stupid."

(End of this chapter)