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

Chapter 71 Die die die!
The veterans of the Ever-Victorious Army laughed out loud. The smooth surface of the armor was covered with terrifying black marks. The moment those black germs came into contact with the outside world, a material reaction broke out.

The air was reacted instantly and there was nothing to transmit the sound.

All the Space Marines fighting on the battlefield stopped in an instant. They felt the ground beneath them tearing and shaking, and an earthquake that seemed like the end of the world happened in an instant.

In the huge ruins that looked like a mountain range, a dark ball of light emerged. Everything around it was rapidly collapsing towards it. A huge explosion occurred that could even be witnessed from space.

With this point as the center, a shock wave and electromagnetic pulse that swept across the entire battlefield released its power to the fullest. The planet's atmosphere was stirred in the violent explosion, and the vacuum created by the explosion caused the atmosphere in other places to flow back frantically to make up for this extreme low pressure.

Large chunks of rock, mortal auxiliaries and Astartes killed or knocked unconscious by the shock wave, and even those huge vehicles were carried into the sky by the atmospheric storm and cut into pieces in a storm like hell.

“They did it.”

Orfeo, covered in blood, stood in front of the screen in the command center. Just a few seconds ago, he was fighting against the most terrifying enemy in the entire galaxy. This battlefield-hardened commander was also gasping for breath, both his physical and mental strength were exhausted in this terrible war.

"Nothing can survive such a destructive onslaught, not even the Primarchs!"

The Lieutenant's reverence for Orfeo reached a peak when he accomplished a feat that no Space Marine could dream of: killing a Primarch.

Even their Gene-Father failed to slay his traitorous brothers, but Orfeo accomplished this through careful planning and the courage of using himself as bait.

"Don't be careless, never underestimate a Primarch." Orfeo waved his hand and took off his helmet. His silver hair was covered with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Notify the troops to withdraw, and have the medical team treat the wounded immediately. The bodies of our brothers who died in the battle must also be brought back. This is not only to respect their remains, but also to guard against the vicious witchcraft that the Word Bearers may cast."

"The traitors will exploit gene-seed, sacrificing sacred gene-seed to the daemons of the Warp in exchange for power."

"The bird servants are fully monitoring the high-energy reactions on the battlefield. We must make sure that Angron is dead. If he is not dead, we must continue to send forces to kill him completely!"

A series of orders were issued, and the Extreme Marines, who had been prepared to fight against the natural storm, immediately retreated to one side of the position. They used armored vehicles to drag back the bodies of their dead brothers, while the World Eaters had completely fallen into madness.

This is not just a description. At the moment of the explosion, these Astartes who were struck by the Butcher's Nails felt the pain and despair from the deepest part of their genes.

It was endless nothingness, complete emptiness, even the pain disappeared in the nothingness.

There is a kind of spiritual connection between Astartes and their Gene Father that is difficult to explain scientifically. The descendants can be affected by the Gene Father's joy and anger. At this moment, they suddenly realized a terrible fact:

They can't feel Angron anymore!

An indescribable sense of emptiness and loss reverberated in the hearts of every World Eater. Not only the Astartes on the battlefield, but even the World Eaters left behind in faraway space felt this fact.

This miraculous connection could even transcend spatial distances, allowing every descendant to feel the same pain. Khârn, having been sent flying by Angron, rushed back to the battlefield, roaring wildly as he stood at the massive hemispherical explosion site. It seemed as if a piece of the earth's crust had been scooped away, leaving crystallized sand and steaming ruins everywhere.

The blood of the victims evaporated into the air, and the extremely strong smell of rust filled the air.

"Father!"

At this moment, even the Butcher's Nails could not suppress the spread of sadness. No matter how the World Eater's brain was stimulated and tortured, he was unresponsive as if he was already dead.

Angertai came quietly to Kahn's side. He looked at the terrible hole in disbelief. Angron was originally there, but he had disappeared now.

"If it was you who rushed in, I'm afraid you would have died long ago, my brother."

Angertai said that he hated Angron who was dominated by the Butcher's Nails. He had always been a slave. He was a slave of the high-ranking riders in Nuceria. After being found by the Emperor, he became the Emperor's slave. He even made his own legion into slaves.

He brought shame to the dogs of war, and when he enslaved his own offspring, did he ever think for a moment that he once wanted to liberate all enslaved people?
Angron hated slavers, and he was now the slaver of the Twelve Legions.

As early as the betrayal of Isstvan V, Angertai understood that even the high-ranking Primarchs would die one day.

Ferrus was beheaded by Fulgrim, Vulkan disappeared in the storm of atomic weapons, Corax was nowhere to be found, and today it was Angron's turn to die.

Kahn stood there, as if his soul had been taken away. He paid no attention to the World Eaters who had already reacted, and ignored their calls to regroup.

He stared into the eye that never disappeared, and it still chattered, encouraging Kahn to continue winning its heads on this battlefield.

A feeling of hatred emerged in the heart of the World Eater at some point. He turned around and looked at the soldiers of the Twelfth Legion who continued to be lost on the battlefield like a group of headless flies, and a strong feeling of disgust surged in his heart.

"Perhaps death is not a bad thing for him. His whole life was a life of slavery. He was never free from the beginning to the end. But death is fair. How can a dead soul be enslaved again?"

"Maybe. He is no longer in pain, but we are still in the world."

Kahn jumped into the bottom of the explosion cavity. The explosion caused by the material reaction made this place extremely smooth and flat. When he looked up, he could only see a round sky.

It was only the flash of metal that attracted Kahn's attention. In this wasteland, Angron's iconic blood father and blood son were lying quietly on the crystallized rock formations, as if waiting for his arrival.

An idea suddenly flashed through Kahn's mind. He picked up the severely damaged Blood Father and Blood Son. The weapon's soul was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, but it was still alive.

Is Angron still alive as well?

(End of this chapter)