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

Chapter 73 Arriving at the Battlefield
The intensity of the war continued to rise in just a few days with the death of Angron. The World Eaters who vowed to avenge their Primarch fought with their lives at risk.

Tens of thousands of World Eaters appeared on the battlefield, destroying mortal forces on a completely disproportionate scale. Their numbers were so great that the Space Marines were even able to fight on the scale of mortal auxiliaries.

All forces that stood in the way of this wave of revenge, whether it was mortal auxiliary troops, heavy tanks, Titan machines or even the Extreme Marines who had changed into adamantium armor, had the only fate of being crushed.

Orfeo had to dispatch all his forces to delay and stop the attack of the World Eaters. Amatra's war potential was being exhausted day by day.

There were so many seriously injured and dying battle brothers that all the Dreadnoughts in stock were cleared out. The Extreme Marines who had a chance to survive had no choice but to die due to the lack of Dreadnoughts.

When the second large-scale Astartes Battle broke out, the World Eaters were so cruel that they used orbital bombardment to carry out indiscriminate attacks.

Completely ignore orbital bombardment from both the enemy and us.

The Ultramarines lost over four hundred warriors in this battle, while the World Eaters and Word Bearers suffered four to five times that number.

Without air superiority, the passive party has no way to deal with the warships in orbit. What's more, in addition to the two Queen of Glory-class warships, there are also two more terrifying Abyss Fury-class warships lurking in the space of Amatra.

Any single starship like this could take down an entire rebellious planet and fight against an entire interstellar fleet on its own.

If the void shield on Amatra was not good enough, no matter how strong Orfeo's command ability was, he would not be able to change the outcome of the world being razed to the ground by the enemy.

The enemy occupied more and more positions, and Orfeo had to send troops everywhere to put out the fire. Even the remaining Ever-Victorious Guards were sent out by the commander to fight against the World Eaters who kept trying to blow up the Void Shield Generator.

"Sir, our strength has been exhausted. It's a pity that we still haven't waited for Macragge's reinforcements."

"I wish I could see our father again."

Beside Orfeo, the adjutant was covered with scars of battle. He did not change his adamantium armor, but still used the previous mark 4 extreme power armor.

As the situation worsened, even Orfeo's intelligence lieutenant had to come to the position to fight the enemy. Even Kahn's several attacks were stopped by the regent who was stationed in the rear.

"Trust Lord Guilliman, they will definitely come." Orfeo said lightly.

He has always been like this. Even when he was only one step away from destruction, he did not change his calm attitude.

His trust in the Primarch was unshakable, and the commander, trapped deep in the enemy's territory, still believed that the Primarch would come to rescue them.

The sound of artillery fire was clearly audible in the command center, and the shaking of the earth caused dust and debris to fall from the ceiling. The adjutant gave Orfeo a final salute, then turned away without looking back, holding the power sword.

Orfeo watched his adjutant disappear from his sight. He drew out his two swords and gently wiped the blades that had not yet activated the decomposition function.

He heard Khârn's roar, and the World Eater was coming.

Orfeo's cloak had long been destroyed in the battle, and his iconic crest had been half burned away by the flames. By the time he arrived at the front line, Kahn had already chopped off his lieutenant's head with his chainsaw axe.

The World Eater took off the helmet of his defeated opponent without any sense of honor, crushed it into a piece of broken metal with terrifying strength, and then threw it on the side of the road with disdain.

The adjutant's body was half-kneeling on the ground. Until his death, he still wanted to use his power sword to inflict a scar on Kahn. Unfortunately, the gap in strength could not be made up by fighting desperately.

Now Kahn has chopped off too many heads, hundreds of Ultramarines have died in his hands, and the next one will be the Regent of Amatra.

"I thought you were going to continue hiding in your hole, like you did to my father."

"Surrender, and I promise you a quick death." Angertai appeared behind Kahn like a shadow, and he promised earnestly. The Blessed Son hadn't lied; he admired Orfeo's abilities. A warrior like him shouldn't be tortured to death by humiliation.

So he gave assurances that he would not fall into the hands of his hated fellow Word Bearers.

Too many Word Bearers have succumbed to the power of the Warp, willing to be driven by it, which is completely contrary to the beliefs of Angertai.

Orfeo slowly swung out his two swords, and the electronically rendered sound echoed on the battlefield.

"I accept your surrender."

The white-haired warrior responded to the enemy's humiliation with a calm and noble smile and eyes as sharp as an imperial sky eagle.

The remaining Ultramarines gathered around the commander. Their number was only 1/40 of what it was before the war began. There was no ordinary power armor among these veterans. Only the adamantium armor could support them until the end of the war.

The World Eaters and Word Bearers surrounding them outnumbered them a hundred times. They stared grimly at the Ultramarines who were still resisting, dangerous weapons flashing in their hands.

"I admire you, Regent of Amatra. We would be great friends if you were a Word Bearer."

"Even if you are unwilling to surrender, I hope you can die at the hands of Kahn, because if you fall into the hands of my brothers, it will be the most terrible thing in the world." Anglete pointed at Orfeo with the imperial spear and said.

"Look at the sky, Regent. Our warships have surrounded this lonely star. From the beginning, you have no chance and no way out except defeat."

Orfeo did not interrupt him or refute him, he just nodded and looked at the burning starry sky.

suddenly.

The next moment, near Mandeville Point on the edge of the Amatra system, a huge warp space rift suddenly appeared, and a fleet of warships centered on Macragge's Glory headed straight for the planet.

They were powerful and their number exceeded one thousand. They were an army mobilized from all over the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. They came from every corner of the Five Hundred Worlds to respond to Guilliman's call.

"Emperor, we finally caught up!"

Commander Marius Gage stood on the newly repaired bridge of the flagship and saw that there were still flashes of artillery fire on the surface of Amatra, which meant that the planet had not yet fallen.

"All warships, prepare to fire!"

This huge fleet immediately attracted the attention of the rebels. Their engines were running frantically, the soldiers operating the warships whipped the slaves who served as coolies, and vicious curses echoed in the narrow and cramped space at the stern.

They must turn around immediately, otherwise the fleet attacked from behind will be wiped out by the Ultramarines.

And this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity would naturally not be missed by Gage.

The rapidly moving Macragge's Glory fired its cannon at full power, and spears of light intertwined into a dense web of death in the night sky. The torpedoes moving along the orbit quietly came to the side of the battleship, releasing the light of destruction inside the metal armor.

The half-crippled Conqueror was listed as the first target. Gage knew that it was better to completely destroy the enemy than to injure him.

Macragge's Glory opened fire on the Conqueror, which was also a Queen of Glory-class battleship. For a moment, the void shield of the seriously injured battleship fluctuated rapidly. After the overwhelmed reactor was overloaded, it was exposed to the sister's death attack.

　This time Guilliman will not be late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)