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

Chapter 69 Commander-in-Chief
Blood flowed along the butcher's nails in the wrinkles of its face. This vicious creature was reveling. It didn't care who was bleeding, as long as the blood could water it.

"Kahn!" Angertai called out to his best friend, pointing his imperial guards' spear at the center of the melee.

In the very center of the battlefield, a tall and majestic Extreme Warrior in a cloak was charging towards them, closely followed by guards taller than those Platinum Warriors. They seemed to be a variant of the Iron Cavalry Terminator Armor, but they released an even more powerful invincible aura.

The cloaked Astartes did not need his men to clear the way for him. He held a long power sword in one hand and wielded a shorter combat sword in the other.

Kahn saw him kill a World Eater with a slash of his Power Sword, and then the sword appeared at the neck of another World Eater in an instant like thunder on a midsummer night, and the traitor's head was cut off as if he had hit the disintegration field himself.

The shorter combat sword and the power sword intertwined, tearing the throat of another World Eater at the same time.

The two swords rolled between the warrior's hands, blocking the weapons of the surrounding World Eaters with perfect coordination. The axes were bounced back and the World Eater was forced back several steps by the tremendous force.

Just when he wanted to continue fighting, the cloaked warrior had already stabbed the combat dagger into his abdomen, and as he retreated backwards to break free in the pain, the moment the dagger came out of his body, the slender power sword pierced through his breastplate, decomposing the force field and tearing through the black carapace, flesh and bones, and came out from behind him.

Even though they were in different camps, Kahn's brain, which was filled with the desire for killing, became clear in an instant.

It was perfect grace, perfect flow and perfect balance; it was a display of extraordinary skill, and its owner was undoubtedly a powerful warrior at the pinnacle of skill.

In Kahn's eyes, all the enemies disappeared, leaving only the Extreme Warrior with the proud feather crown.

Only he, only he is worthy of being an opponent.

He realized that he had to kill the guy, the helmet would be the best trophy, nothing could be more valuable than it.

Orfeo, who was surrounded by his honor guard, immediately noticed Kahn who was staring at him. His terrifying height and aura made him immediately understand Kahn's identity.

"Kahn!" Orfeo's voice penetrated the armor.

The two most powerful warriors met as if chosen by fate.

Orfeo drew his sword and began to charge, while Kahn trampled on everything that stood in his way on the battlefield with a fury.

Whether they were Ultramarines, World Eaters or Word Bearers, they were torn to pieces by the furious Khârn. The corpses that stood in front of him were crushed by the terrifying force. His huge chainsaw axe chopped down from the air, pointing directly at Orfeo's head.

Their movements were so fast that even seasoned veterans found it difficult to observe and react at the same time.

The Regent of Amatra only used his two swords to block the chainsaw axe's attack. The armor forged with strong interaction force materials and the built-in antimatter furnace instantly adjusted the power to the maximum. The power backpack installed behind him sprayed out violent plasma, and Kahn's ferocious brute force was suppressed.

Orfeo could feel how terrifying Kahn's power was. If he was only wearing the mark 4 power armor, even if he was better than his opponent in terms of skills, he would definitely not survive more than ten minutes under the suppression of Kahn's brute force.

He didn't know what had happened to Kahn, but he didn't care. Orfeo even had enough energy to kill some of the closer World Eaters. They were knocked down like grass and fell worthlessly beside the Regent.

The round-robin battle and siege did not have much effect on Orfeo. While killing more enemies, he taunted Kahn, and his posture was more like an old farmer swinging an axe to chop down a tree.

"I've already appeared, where are you still?" the commander's voice replayed. Orfeo controlled every detail of the battlefield. Every image observable by the bird instrument and the naked eye was uploaded to the terminal, but the target of the decapitation plan had not yet appeared.

"How dare you? How dare you! How dare you be distracted when facing me!" Kahn realized the enemy's contempt in an instant. Silence was the greatest contempt, which was more painful than killing him.

Orfeo's target is not Kahn. Although the captain of the Eighth Company has unstoppable force, in this cruel battlefield, even the strongest individual is insignificant.

Unless that powerful individual has significance other than military force, such as the soul of the legion: the Primarch.

"Angron, where are you?"

The appearance of Commander Amatra is a bait that the rebels absolutely cannot refuse. As long as he is killed, most of the command system of the entire military world will collapse immediately.

And his open appearance was to attract the enemy's attention.

Angelte, who wanted to help Kahn kill Orfeo, was now entangled by the victorious soldiers around the regent. They were all wearing powerful equipment that was even more powerful than the adamantine armor. They had extremely deep experience in war, and with uniform movements and teamwork discipline, they continuously caused damage to Angelte's demonic body.

In one hand, Angertai held the Imperial Guards' spear, and in the other hand, he held a power sword instead of a sharp blade. His movements were so fast that even ordinary Astartes could not observe them, and his smooth movements were free from the constraints of bones and muscles.

If it was a one-on-one duel, Anglete would be confident that he could kill these warriors in strange armor. As a perfect demon, he had the ability to penetrate power armor. His damage could penetrate the armor and directly reach the fragile flesh.

But under the siege of the Ever-Victorious Army Guards, Angertai's demons were painfully defending him from damage. Sharp blades and flames, psychic power and witchcraft, these means that have great lethality to demons are constantly being used.

Orfeo and Kahn shuttled through the battlefield. No one could stop them. They fought each other with swords and axes. This long fight lasted for more than an hour.

Even the superhuman bodies of the Astartes should have been exhausted and broken down in a confrontation of such extreme intensity, but whether it was Kahn or Orfeo, the speed and strength of their weapon swings did not change at all.

On the contrary, each other's morale and fighting will were burning and sublimating. Kahn was a powerful enemy, and Orfeo had to admit it.

But he believed that Kahn's strength did not come from himself, but from a strange power that favored him.

All Space Marines on the battlefield, friend or foe, knew they had to avoid the two men fighting each other, and when some World Eaters, blinded by the Butcher's Nails, attacked them, an enraged Khârn cut off their heads with his Chain Axe as a warning to everyone not to get close.

He would never allow the honor of battle to be tarnished, and he would not tolerate a fight that was unfair.

Perhaps in the past, although Kahn valued honor, he would not be so morbidly persistent in sticking to his principles. But at this moment, under the gaze of that blood-red eye, he would never allow the fairness of the battle to be broken.

However, not everyone would obey this bloody warning, because the being that Orfeo had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared on the battlefield.

Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, rushed towards the Regent like a mad beast.

　Butcher's Nail: I will attack in Gundam form

　　
　
(End of this chapter)