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

Chapter 72 Luo Jia's Promise

"The battle damage report is in, my lord."

In the command center of the Extreme Warriors, the adjutant submitted the final statistical report to Orfeo.

"Over 163 million of our mortal auxiliaries were killed, the vast majority of them in the aftermath of the Battle of Astartes and the Battle of Titan.

Edgewatch lost four Reaver-class Titans and seven Warhound-class Titans, while the Ultramarines lost 1279 men, most of whom were veterans who had never changed their armor."

"There are 122 seriously injured Ultramarines. Most of them have suffered irreversible serious injuries. Except for those who are still receiving treatment, all of them have been transplanted into Dreadnoughts by Mechanic Priests and Tech-Sergeants."

The entire Ultramarines of Amatra have lost more than half of their battle-brothers, taking into account the cumulative casualties since the beginning of the war, and the number of Astartes under Orfeo's command has even fallen below the threshold of 2000.

Orfeo sat in his seat, looking at the tragic report for a long time in silence.

"There are twelve more Ever-Victorious Soldiers who stayed underground to kill Angron."

"Guilliman will remember them, and the five hundred worlds of Ultramar will also remember them. We severely damaged the World Eaters' flagship, the Conqueror, and killed their Primarch Angron. Now all we have to do is continue to hold on."

"The Primarch's reinforcements are on the way. We must attack from both inside and outside, and we must keep the remaining Word Bearers and World Eaters in this galaxy."

The adjutant saluted the commander-in-chief and immediately took orders and threw himself into the busy war.

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For a legion, the Primarch is the absolute core. Even a Primarch like Angron, who is tyrannical and capricious, and even completely disdains his own offspring, still has many followers.

Their reverence and love for the Gene-Father can make these World Eaters do extremely crazy things.

The badly damaged Conqueror was engulfed by countless fanatical World Eaters. Captain Rotara Sarin watched as these completely insane lunatics rushed towards the compartments where whirlwind torpedoes and virus bombs were stored.

They completely ignored the orders of the Lord of the Word Bearers and only wanted to blast the planet beneath their feet into interstellar dust.

Led by Kahn, these lunatics seized the battleship's weapon launch system and could press the death button at any time, causing Amatra to be buried with their father.

"You can't do this. Amatra is a pre-determined sacrifice. There must be enough slaughter and destruction to please the gods of the warp and make the storm of destruction last longer!"

The Word Bearers officers tried to stop the frenzied World Eaters. "If it is destroyed by orbital bombardment and cyclonic torpedoes, then everything we have done will be in vain."

"The ritual is the most important. It will determine whether we can cut off the connection between the Eastern Galaxy and Terra. The Ultramarines have not been completely defeated. The Blood Angels and Dark Angels will definitely come back to support Terra. The Warmaster's plan must not fail!"

However, before the Word Bearers officer could finish his words, his head was chopped off by Kahn's axe. Although the Blood Son and Blood Father in his hands had completely lost their function, they still had absolute lethality under the blessing of his terrifying power.

"Get the fuck out of here Horus!"

"He has no authority to command the Twelve Legions!"

A roar erupted from Kahn's throat. At this moment, no one cared about the plan of Horus who was light years away. They just wanted to burn the world in front of them and let all enemies die in pain.

Angertai ignored the Word Bearer killed by Kahn without saying a word.

"calm."

The cold breath of psychic energy appeared quietly, and at the same time a voice appeared in the Conqueror.

Kahn was shocked to find that the soldiers around him were suddenly in a state of stagnation, and time seemed to have stopped.

From the darkness, the Lord of the Word Bearers strolled out, holding the Scepter of the Illuminator in his hand, and it was he who stopped the World Eaters' reckless actions.

The World-Eater glared with hatred. Lorgar's psychic power had no effect on him. His body, which was surging with endless power, was still able to move freely under the restraint of psychic power. Even inexplicable anger surged from the bottom of his heart.

He hates psychic powers with a passion.

The Lord of the Word Bearers looked at Kahn in surprise, and then the believer of the Most High realized that Kahn was also one of the chosen ones, and he was also a lucky person who was qualified to come into contact with the original truth.

Luo Jia didn't care about the way Kahn looked at him. He looked directly at Kahn's pain and then said, "Your father is not completely dead."

Kahn's eyes suddenly widened. He didn't dare to believe what Lorgar said, because he had witnessed with his own eyes that Angron was completely destroyed in the devastating attack.

"Impossible, you are lying to me. You and Horus are just trying to use us. Angron is a crazy beast and a sharp blade that will cut the Emperor on your behalf."

The Word Bearer simply waved his hand, signaling Kahn to be quiet.

"I didn't lie to you because it doesn't make any sense. What I said is true. Your father is dead, but not completely dead."

Lorgar had an unfathomable smile on his face. "Every Primarch is extraordinary and special. Death in the material world is not the end. The essence in the High Heaven is the true self."

"Your father's body is indeed dead, but with a proper ritual and a qualified sacrifice, I am confident that I can resurrect him."

Khârn glared at Lorgar, his teeth gnashing as he tried to discern whether the Word Bearers were deceiving him. But Lorgar remained silent, his features, almost identical to the Emperor's, fixed on Khârn, awaiting his decision.

After a long time, Kahn finally chose to believe. He couldn't let go of any chance to find his original body. He had already lost him once, and he couldn't lose him a second time.

"Tell me what to do."

"Get rid of Amatra, sacrifice this planet and all its population to the High Queen, and I will take you to Nuceria." Lorgar said calmly.

Angron was a very important part, and he would never tolerate his brother's hasty end. If they wanted to overthrow the Empire and bring down the Emperor from his false throne, they could not lose Angron's power.

"You go and integrate the remaining World Eaters. The Ultramarines have lost the ability to maintain the war. Amatra will fall soon. This planet has delayed us for too long. We must speed up the progress now."

Lorgar glanced at Kahn and Angertai, and continued, "I will let the Word Bearers cooperate with you, as well as a new batch of Blessed Sons. They will be the final weight to flatten Amatra."

Khârn listened to none of Lorgar's remaining words. Only one thought remained in his mind: destroy Amatra, and Angron will return.

The loss of their Primarch certainly meant that the World Eaters lost their core, but it also meant that the reins that bound them would be completely out of control. The previous long war of attrition with the Ultramarines was aimed at preserving the Legion's strength as much as possible and avoiding excessive losses.

But now, even the original leader is dead, would they still care so much?
The World Eaters and the Ultramarines are mortal enemies, and the hostility between them will turn into hatred, just like the Word Bearers and the Ultramarines.

Kahn followed Lorgar's instructions and chose to regroup the legion, while Angertai stayed with the Father of Genes.

The Lord of the Word Bearers looked at Angertai with eyes full of tenderness and pride. He was the proudest offspring of the Great Word Bearer, the most perfect combination of human and warp entity, and the direction of ascension for future humans as envisioned by Lorgar.

He is the perfect human demon.

"Father, I will prove you wrong. Your power clearly comes from the Warp, but you vehemently deny the existence of the Warp and even create a lie like the Imperial Truth to deceive everyone."

"It is impossible to resist the Warp. We come from the Sea of ​​Souls. Humanity has long been closely connected with the High Heavens. Only I can lead humanity to perfect ascension."

What Luo Jia didn't realize was that when his most proud son looked at his father, there was not only respect but also a very subtle contempt in his eyes.

But Angertai hid this emotion very well. Unlike other Word Bearers, he did not have such extreme fanaticism that was almost blind faith.

There was a rare clarity in Angertai, and he was clearly aware of how unsteady the faith of the Father of Genes was.

Lorgar was simply accustomed to obeying powerful beings. In the past it was the Emperor, but now he has found a being more powerful than the Emperor.

When the Perfect City was burned, Angertai understood that this was a test from the Emperor. If Lorgar really worshipped the Emperor as a god, then when the god gave his will, the most important thing he should do was to obey it with joy.

"Father, is what you said to Kahn true? To revive a Primarch who died in the real universe, the price to pay is definitely not as simple as ordinary people imagine." Angeltai said.

Doing business with the subspace is always like walking on a tightrope; one wrong step will lead you into the bottomless abyss.

"Yes, it is not easy." Lorgar nodded, the runes branded on his skin glowing, and the Great Bearer talked with his offspring.

“Everything has a price to pay, there is gain and loss, but I think the loss is worth it.

My brother has been tortured to the point of death by the vicious Butcher's Nails, and even if we overthrow the Emperor and cause him to fall from his throne, Angron will not have much time left to survive."

The Butcher's Nail of Nuceria is a lost technology inherited from before the Dark Night, but when this creation is transplanted into the human brain, it will become the most terrible torture device.

Those Butcher's Nails have their own consciousness. They will sink their tentacles deep into the victim's head and control his thoughts.

Angron had been enslaved by the Butcher's Nails for too long, and when the Emperor found him and attempted to strip the Butcher's Nails away with the Mechanicus's Magus Landor, they found to their regret that it was too late.

Angron's Butcher's Nails had penetrated deep into his brain. Due to the Primarch's powerful vitality, he was in a state of healing and trauma at all times. Even part of his cerebral lobe tissue had been replaced by the Butcher's Nails. This vicious creation took on the necessary part for the operation of life.

Once the Butcher's Nail was removed, Angron's damaged brain would kill him instantly, a wound not even the Primarch's constitution could withstand.

"I did everything to save Angron, my blood brother. Even if this accident had not happened, I would have brought him back to Nuceria to end those past events."

"I understand father. I will assist Kahn in destroying Amatra as quickly as possible."

Angertai bowed deeply to the Great Speaker, then turned and left.

"Father, do you think the price you paid is worth it? Do your brothers think so too?"

The Blessed Son knows the dangers of the Warp, and most of the beings in it are dangerous and malicious. The price to resurrect a Primarch is probably something that even the Primarch himself cannot afford.

Although he realized that there was no return, Angertai still strode forward. Even as a Primarch or a Space Marine Legion, there were not many choices in this dark universe.

　I will update 6 more times tomorrow. After a week of updating, I will update k a day. The author is going to be drained dry by the Golden Throne (sad)

　　
　
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