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

Chapter 746: Ash Claw in a Hard Battle (asking for monthly tickets)
In order to deal with the doomsday crisis predicted by the think tank director, Natla brought out almost most of the regiment's assets.

This time, the Ash Claws came out in full force.

As of 121.M31, the Ash Claws numbered approximately 2200 Astartes, over half of whom were battle-hardened veterans.

As for warships, Natla put all 7 battleships in good condition and 13 escort ships that were still operational into combat sequence.

Gilling is now on the flagship of the Ash Claws: the Infernal-class battleship Vicious Claws.

You have to know that in this damn place called the Ghoul Star, getting effective supplies and repairs is harder than climbing to the sky.

The information of the Ash Claws Chapter is not in the security identification database of the Human Empire, so they cannot enter the Empire's territory openly.

Moreover, ever since the failure of the Horus Heresy, the Imperium of Man has been frantically hunting down traitors throughout the galaxy, killing them to the point where they have no way to escape.

Some rebels fled into the Eye of Terror, while others fled to the world beyond the light of the Astronomican.

Some of the rebels fled to the Ghoul Stars where the Ash Claws were.

Unfortunately, these panicked traitors had no idea what kind of nightmare world they were heading towards.

And Natla accepted the heads of these desperate traitors without hesitation.

He dug out the gene seeds that the traitors could still use, robbed them of their power armor, weapons and ammunition, and even took their warships for his own use.

It was as if the enemy had given us a perfect demonstration of how we had no guns or cannons.

Relying on the technological relics collected from the Ghoul Stars over the past hundreds of years and the STC template fragments from the Dark Technological Age, the Ash Claws have established a certain degree of secret connection with the human world in the Salamas sector.

The Triple Fal Forge World, out of respect for the STC, simply ignored the shady identity of the Ash Claws and provided supply services at a high price.

In order to keep the chapter going, Natra had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure the exploitation of the greedy Mechanicus.

Apart from seeking supplies from Imperial worlds outside the Ghoul Stars, the only place the Ash Claws can seek help is from the erratic Forge World of Ulan Huda, which wanders among the Ghoul Stars.

It was an extremely bizarre wandering forging world, and their lair was a behemoth called the [Predator Furnace].

The heretical Dark Mechanicus used blasphemous technology found in the Ghoul Stars, as well as ancient technology from various xenos, to create a Forge World capable of warp teleportation.

It wanders among the zombie stars, devouring resources wherever it goes, almost becoming a space predator, assimilating beings weaker than itself everywhere.

The civilizations it attacks, whether human or alien, their worlds become the material resources needed by Ulan Huda, and the intelligent life that lives there becomes the core of servitors and meditators.

However, finding Ulan Huda is not an easy task even for the Ash Claw.

Natella was almost ready to fight to the death.

"After struggling in this hellish place called the Ghoul Star for hundreds of years, I have come to realize one fact."

"Any complacency or pride is a precursor to death. Here, only by giving your all can you hope for a glimmer of hope."

“I left those fearless elders who were too old, as well as 10 Terran veterans and the new blood who had just completed the Astartes transformation on Atargatis Prime.

They are the last seed of the Lost Eagle's Nest, and the rest of the fighting force has already gone to the Green Planet."

"There's no point in hiding. As long as we remain on the Ghoul Stars, we will inevitably face the green tide you predicted."

The director of the think tank understood the meaning of the chapter leader's words.

"We don't know how far those damned greenskins have advanced. If the situation becomes irresistible, then we must leave the Ghoul Stars and seek assistance from the Empire."

Zoe, director of the think tank, suggested that his position was relatively more flexible.

As long as I can survive, it doesn't matter if I bow to the empire.

They simply turned traitor, but they did not betray, nor did they lower their proud heads to Chaos.

Chapter Master Gilling simply stroked his pair of master-level power claws. These powerful weapons made of adamantium even had faint scratches and burn marks on them.

Every scar means that Keelin has experienced a thrilling war.

He flipped the energy generator of the decomposition field, and the flickering arc was activated again. The bright blue electric light crackled and ionized the air.

"No, we have no way out."

Keeling put on a mottled tactical helmet, the scarlet lens on top even had slight cracks.

"The Emperor abandoned us to a tyrant who wanted nothing more than to see us die or be forgotten."

"I have never forgotten this feeling; it has burned in my heart for centuries."

Zoe knew that her comrades still hated Horus.

During the Battle of Gate 42, the Warmaster deliberately assigned the Raven Guard, who excelled in guerrilla warfare and stealth infiltration, to the task of frontal assault.

A section of the Terran Raven Guard, who had always been under the command of Horus, stubbornly obeyed the Warmaster, and they also suffered the heaviest casualties at Gate 42.

As a veteran who survived the Battle of Gate 42, Keeling was naturally filled with resentment towards the War Marshal.

"Now that we have left the Empire and the Raven Lord, we are free."

"Neither the Emperor nor Chaos can command us. We will not allow shackles to be placed around our necks again!"

"No matter what the name of this shackle is, responsibility, sacrifice, courage, faith, or glory."

Keeling's tone was firm, and the think tank director also understood the meaning behind it.

"Ugh."

He sighed and said nothing more.

After being together for so many years, he knew what kind of personality Keelin had.

The other party is an extremely stubborn guy who will not turn back even if he hits a wall.

"We, the Ash Claws, will only wander among the Ghoul Stars. We will not serve a defeated Warmaster, nor will we obey a corrupt empire."

The battle barge left a faint trace in the void, and the flickering plasma tail flame was erratic, which seemed to foreshadow some ominous sign.

A fleet of twenty warships was on alert for enemies in any direction, and the director of the think tank was constantly making psychic predictions to prevent any sudden appearance of enemies.

In this star field despised by the gods, things like auguries are often just decorations.

The creatures that can survive here all have some strange abilities that allow them to hide their tracks.

It is better to rely on your own fighting instincts than on augury.

"My predictions are becoming increasingly vague, and the green tide is getting closer."

"Be extremely careful."

Beads of sweat rolled down Zoe's forehead, and the capillaries on the surface of her skin even began to burst, oozing out traces of blood.

A strong flash of psychic energy burst out from his eyes, and with a painful roar, the think tank director woke up from the prophetic state.

Keeling patted his old friend's shoulder armor, and the other party quickly adjusted his state and returned to his original calm.

Green Planet is a planet named colloquially by humans, and its official name has long been unknown with the demise of humans on the Ghoul Star.

There are thirteen solid planets around the green star, which revolve around the yellow dwarf star in the center of the galaxy.

Given the orcs' reproductive ability, green-skinned orcs can be found on almost all the planets in this galaxy.

The number of orcs here is at least measured in billions.

The number of Space Marines that the Ash Claws can mobilize is only about 2000, and due to lack of supplies, their chapter servants are even pitifully few.

The mortal auxiliaries, a necessary battle order for the Imperial Astartes, are a very luxurious thing for the Ash Claws.

It is too difficult for mortals to survive in the world of zombies.

Therefore, there is only one tactic that Gillen can choose: that is to use the rapid maneuverability of human warships to directly attack and behead the orc warlords on the green planet.

"We only had one chance. We successfully beheaded Bloodhowl Zak, and then all those greenskin bastards scattered.

We will then use our stockpiled extermination weapons to incinerate any planets that have lost their waaagh protection into glass."

"On the contrary, if we fail, we will be completely annihilated. Hundreds of millions of green-skinned orcs and their shabby warships will devour us without leaving any residue."

Zoe looked calm. Behind him, a team of Ash Claws wearing Iron Cavalry Terminator armor were ready to go.

Although Corax had exiled them, the merciful Raven King did not withhold their weapons and equipment.

There are all the necessary battleships, Terminator power armor, heavy tanks, and vehicles.

The Raven Guard's warships are almost at the forefront of all legions in terms of concealment.

This desperate fleet formed a long and narrow "line" formation to minimize the observation area.

Killing planned to dispatch the fleet to launch a raid directly from the ecliptic plane of the galaxy, so as to minimize the probability of being discovered by the green-skinned orcs on other planets.

Although launching a surprise attack above the ecliptic plane will inevitably be disturbed by the gravity of the galaxy.

But this was not a problem for the Ash Claws who had once served under Horus.

They hated Horus, but were deeply influenced by him.

Their application of orbital assault tactics is even comparable to that of the Sons of Horus.

The battleship has entered the predetermined boarding orbit. This ancient battleship has aimed its belly at the green planet, and the heavy ropes and hydraulic systems slowly open the boarding deck.

The airtight door inside was immediately closed, and Killin and Zoe had already put on their helmets and relied on the magnetic locks on their power boots to slowly reach the critical line of airborne.

"We are a group of abandoned warriors."

“We live just for ourselves now.”

Kirin's voice rang in the ears of every warrior of the Ash Claw.

"Destroy this green tide and let those green-skinned orcs go to hell!"

The next moment, Gilling and the Terminators directly entered the orbital drop cabin, and these ancient steel creations immediately broke free from the constraints of the battleship.

Their metal support frames were folded into a spindle shape, and the paint on the surface had worn off, revealing the golden luster inside.

"Old buddy, help us win!"

Gilling tightly grasped the hanging fixed frame, he whispered to the airborne pod spirit that had accompanied the regiment for hundreds of years.

Through the display screen, Keeling could see the specific situation below the airdrop capsule.

The orcs do not have a strict orbital defense system like humans. After all, compared to defense, the green-skinned orcs prefer unscrupulous attacks.

They would not prevent the enemy from attacking them, but the orbital bombardment that would make war boring would cause deviations and errors from the waaagh standpoint of the green orks.

When looking at the surface of the planet from space, even with the naked eye, you can see countless huge potholes.

Humans will never know what is going on in the minds of those green-skinned orcs.

"They seem to be digging holes in the Green Planet? That's understandable. After all, Green Orcs grow out of the ground."

"But why did they build those huge towers?"

"Some kind of primitive religious belief belonging to the green-skinned orcs?"

A trace of confusion flashed through Keelin's mind. Around those huge pits stood towering towers like mountains.

Countless metal debris and rocks were piled together and then glued together using some extremely crude and crude method.

All this seems so ridiculous, but the green orcs actually did it, building a giant tower more than ten kilometers high with a pile of garbage.

But with his experience and intuition, Kirin vaguely realized that these towers definitely had a special function for the green-skinned orcs.

"Try to launch orbital bombardments on those towers. We must disrupt their plans."

"You make a noise to attract the green-skinned orcs' attention, and we'll wait for an opportunity to launch a decapitation operation."

The chapter commander's order was transmitted to the fleet in low-Earth orbit, and the warships immediately began to turn around and aim the broadsides with the most powerful firepower at the target.

There was a heavy friction sound from the ancient cannon, and those huge shells with a diameter of fifteen meters entered their own barrels under the push of the transmission device.

Then the explosive was ignited, and under the crazy reaction of the high-energy fuel, the metal warhead was pushed by a huge shock wave and ejected towards the surface.

The light spear array had also been fully charged and accurately hit the orc towers.

The atmosphere of the green planet was directly evaporated and boiled by the ultra-high temperature light spears, and the violent storm directly lifted up the dust on the surface, making everything look as if the end of the world had come.

Some green-skinned sentinels suddenly screamed. They saw the danger coming with their own eyes.

They crammed the messenger Squiggs into the savage machinery, and the foolish little creatures were immediately crushed to dust.

Their screams release a special waaagh stance that can instantly stimulate other green orcs to enter a state of alert.

On the surface of the Green Planet, all the Green Orcs, Fart Monsters, and Snot Monsters became excited.

“waaagh!!”

“Here comes Xiami, here comes Xiami!”

They completely ignored the celestial blasts of light. Protected by the orcish waaagh formations, the towering orcish towers on the surface suffered no serious damage. Layers of emerald green energy barriers appeared on the towers' surfaces, and even the battleship-class light spears were powerless against them. After a fierce confrontation, they only caused ripples.

Some green-skinned orcs who were watching the excitement on the surface were blown away by the strong storm. After flying in the air for dozens of seconds, they were pulled back to the ground by gravity with a "bang", and then rushed to the battlefield waving the big guns in their hands.

Some green guys rushed directly towards the giant squeaking cannon installed on the ground.

The prototypes of these cannons are the light spears on the wreckage of human warships, which were dismantled and modified by the green-skinned orcs into their current appearance.

Various messy cables were directly exposed on the outer end of the cannon, and some places even showed signs of high temperature heat accumulation due to short circuits.

The surface of the barrel was cracked due to uneven force, and the green guys used their subjective initiative - they tied it tightly with some mucus similar to snot and cables made from fiber mushrooms.

If a human mechanical priest were to see this scene, he would probably be so enraged that he would execute the author of this heretical creation in the name of Ohm Messiah, and then turn the technician who operated it into a servo skull.

But this is no problem at all for the green-skinned orcs.

Look, this squeaking cannon is still complete. It has a barrel, an energy source, and an aiming device. Isn't that enough?

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot down those battleships!"

A green-skinned orc with wild muscles and no hair on his head slapped the technician boy's head hard, and his big mouth full of yellow and smelly teeth spit out saliva, splashing all over the other's face.

The young technician wiped his face hurriedly, then put his head in front of a palm-sized glowing screen.

"With these small warships as materials, we can build more squeaking cannons and more planetary engines!"

The green-skinned orc did not use any sophisticated aiming equipment. He just used his naked eyes and fingers to make a rough estimate, and then activated the squeaking cannon.

Immediately, the energy cables that coiled like snakes began to draw energy from the reactor.

A large amount of black smoke came out of it, and an old coughing sound came from the machine, as if it was about to go on strike completely at the next moment.

Three breaths later, the orcs' anti-aircraft weapons finally began to emit thick green beams of light.

Guided by a miraculous force, the energy beam fired from the Squeaky Cannon actually began to turn and hit the void shield of the Ash Claw battleship.

Fortunately, humans have been prepared, and they can continue to provide fire support before the void shield is completely overloaded.

The huge cannon was accelerated by the gravity of the planet and emitted a roaring sound like a landslide or tsunami.

Whenever these massive shells landed, they would create a giant crater. The flames and shock waves from the explosion would directly tear apart the bodies of the orcs, turning them into a cloud of blood mist.

Humans have gained orbital advantage, while the orcs are firing more and more cannons and joining the ranks of attacking spaceships.

"Waaagh!"

"Brother Gao and Brother Mao are watching us!"

The orcs' other anti-aircraft weapons finally started to work. They were giant rocket missiles with patched and crooked surfaces, puffing and emitting black smoke.

Inside the missile, there's an advanced wetware locking system—some fart-spirited people were making crazy waaagh noises specifically for this.

The technician boy ignited the rocket missile without hesitation, and then these things made an unpleasant noise and rushed into the sky.

The fart spirit inside kept adjusting the direction and then controlled the missile to crash into the human warship armor.

Even though they knew they would die, not a single fart spirit was afraid or cried.

These strange missiles powered by waaagh energy penetrated the void shield, but their speed was not fast enough to activate the void shield.

Then they drilled directly into the interior of the Ash Claws' warship, creating a huge and waaagh explosion.

While the orcs' attention was drawn over, Kirin, who had completed an orbital landing from another direction, kicked open the door of the drop capsule.

The heavy door was embedded directly into the ground, and then some automatic explosive weapons rotated and descended from above the airdrop capsule, locking onto the greenskins who came after hearing the news and opening fire crazily.

The hot heavy bomb exploded directly on the green-skinned orc's solid muscles and bones, and the broken shrapnel drew a deadly arc, splattering the orc next to him into a sieve.

At such a close distance, even the orcs could not withstand the power of the heavy grenade launcher.

But the green tide was so turbulent that they didn't care about their fellows who were killed, and they rushed out even more fanatically and bravely.

The earth was shaking violently, and the war trampling of the green-skinned orcs was enough to make humans lose their courage.

However, the Astartes of the Ash Claws ignored these miscellaneous soldiers.

Their mottled power armor blocked the Ork's massive charge, and they then retaliated with their bolters and incendiaries without showing any weakness.

Incendiary weapons are obviously more effective against fungal creatures like orcs.

The scarlet energy beam easily penetrated the green-skinned orc's crude metal armor and released energy into the opponent's body.

The extremely high temperature is enough to evaporate any internal organs. The orcs who are hit will only become limp all over and then fall to the ground as if their internal organs have been sucked dry.

As for the orcs hit by the grenade launcher, as long as they are not shot directly in the head, they can most likely crawl and continue to charge.

They have multiple sets of extra organs in their bodies, and even if some are destroyed, others can continue to function.

"That direction! Follow me!"

Gillen was guarded by a group of Iron Cavalry Terminators. The heavy firepower they carried was extremely ferocious, and they unscrupulously opened up a blank area among the orcs.

He swung his power claws, and the flashes of electricity cut through one orc after another, tearing their flesh and armor into pieces.

A large amount of disgusting green orc blood splattered on the power armor, but the chapter master didn't care and continued to lead his assault troops towards the orc warlord.

Nearly two thousand Raven Guards were dropped onto the battlefield in batches. From time to time, drop pods were turned into fireworks by the Orks' squeaking cannons, and the Space Marines inside were killed on the spot.

But now is not the time to care about casualties. Keeling can only seize every moment and move forward.

The assault tactics inherited from the Sons of Horus were extremely effective. Although the number of Orks was large, they were scattered in every corner of the planet.

Like a sharp knife stabbing into butter, the Space Marines of the Ash Claw slaughtered the green-skinned Orcs wantonly, and the scarlet death approached the Orc warlord.

It is not difficult to determine the direction on the Greenskin Planet. The closer to the Greenskin warlord, the taller and stronger the Greenskin orcs are.

As long as you attack in the direction where the resistance is the strongest and the enemy is the most ferocious, then the direction will be correct.

Natra Killin personally led the charge. This veteran who had survived the Terra Unification Battlefield was extremely fierce.

His pair of power claws become the scythe of death that reaps the lives of orcs, and the sturdy Mark II power armor can withstand tons of long-range firepower.

A large number of orcs' guns sprayed metal bullets, most of which were intercepted by power armor.

Dense collision sounds and sparks flew from the metal surface, but it eventually lost all kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

His personal guards pushed forward like heavy armor. Although these cavalry-type terminators were slow, their attack and defense were at their maximum.

The energy shields carried on the surface make these warriors like walking walls, completely unafraid of ordinary damage.

The quality of the Orcs' combat forces gradually improved, and soon elite Orcs such as Killing Cans appeared.

These orcs were clearly imitating the Astartes, except that their armor was crude and clumsy, and their defense could only be enhanced by constantly piling up weight and thickness.

The orcs replaced complex transmission systems with ferocious muscles, and the weapons they wielded, imbued with the power of thought, were able to exert a power far greater than theory.

Keeling saw with his own eyes an orc's killing can, using a weapon like a scrap iron rod to directly pierce one of his Terminator warriors.

"Oh shit!"

Killin used his power claws to pry open the inferior killing can, but the Terminator's movements had slowed down and he could no longer keep up with such intense close combat.

Two technical sergeants came to support in a Land Raider, and the injured Terminator leaned directly on the vehicle, using it as his feet.

But before they had advanced a hundred meters, a blasphemous orc dreadnought blocked their way.

Green Orcs will absorb the advantages of their opponents in war and evolve Orc versions of their corresponding units.

They created the Kill Cans after the Space Marines, and the Ork Dreadnoughts after the Astartes' Dreadnoughts.

In order to build the Orc Dreadnought, these green-skinned Orcs will even ruthlessly chop off their own bodies, imitating humans by leaving only a little bit of body tissue, and then stuff it into a mecha assembled from a pile of scrap metal.

This seems extremely absurd to humans. The Dreadnought was originally a weapon of war built to utilize the remaining energy of soldiers who were seriously injured beyond repair.

In the eyes of orcs, only things like this can be considered fearless.

Ordinary green-skinned orcs gradually disappeared. With Gillin's fierce attack, only some elite orcs known as super-heavy-armored bosses were left.

These super-heavy-armored bosses are all top-notch orc macho men. Not only are they over three meters tall, but the metal armor they are covered in also looks much more sophisticated.

The fully armed orcs immediately put a lot of pressure on the Ash Claws, and their death rate was rising at a very dangerous rate.

Once surrounded by multiple super-heavy bosses, even the elite Astartes will suffer.

Not only that, more big guys like the King Kong began to appear on the battlefield.

Gork is a savage and terrifying weapon. The green-skinned orcs built it according to the image of Gork in their hearts, and it is extremely brutal and ferocious on the battlefield.

A Gorkham King Kong aimed the Death Storm Super Gun in his hand at Gilling. This weapon was not a single firearm, but a matrix weapon composed of countless large guns.

The death storm directly tore apart the energy shield of the Iron Cavalry Terminator, and the deadly metal bullets gouged out large black holes in the ceramic steel armor one after another.

The Ash Claws could only turn sideways and defend themselves with their strongest shoulder armor, while the Space Marines on both sides made a detour and tried to kill the Orc unit with melta bombs.

But on the side of the Gogo King Kong, it is also equipped with two additional twin-linked guns, two pairs of rocket launchers and a scorching slag flamethrower.

The ridiculously large claws of the Gogo attacked, directly chopping an Astartes into pieces along with his armor.

If Gogo King Kong focuses more on close combat, then Maogo King Kong, which is far away, is better at long-range attacks.

There is a modified giant cannon placed on Mao Ge Jin Gang's chest.

This is an extremely outrageous upgraded version of the plasma weapon. Even a Leman Russ tank can only withstand one shot in front of it.

The Ash Claws were caught in a tough battle, with super-heavy-armored bosses joining the battlefield from all directions. They were like trapped beasts in a quagmire and could only tighten their defenses.

"Damn it, how come these orcs have become so much stronger?"

"Where did they get so many super-armored bosses, and where did they get so many fucking King Kongs?"

"Their high-end combat power has increased by at least five times. This is impossible!"

Kirin took a shadow step and turned into a vague ghost and disappeared without a trace.

He appeared behind Gorkhove and stabbed him from behind with his power claws.

The extremely sharp power claws tore the Gorkkopf apart from head to toe, revealing the green guys inside, and then Kirin chopped them into pieces.

But Mao Ge Kong's modified plasma cannon showed no mercy and directly blew the remains of Mao Ge Kong into scrap metal, and even Kirin was thrown out by the shock wave.

In the past, the Ash Claws had dealt with the orcs of Greenskin Planet. In Killin's impression, the strength of this group of Greenskin orcs was not so strong that they could not be resisted.

In the Ghoul Stars, even the orcs have a frighteningly high casualty rate. The local residents, lacking sufficient food, will come to prey on the green-skinned orcs.

Apart from anything else, these green-skinned orcs who reproduce through spores and can grow only by being exposed to the sun are indeed ideal food chain producers.

However, if the predator is not strong enough, it is likely to be eaten as a snack by these green-skinned orcs.

And now, the number of super-heavy bosses on the Green Planet has reached ten or even nine times that of the past, which completely makes the decapitation operation of the Ash Claw a joke.

The sound of artillery fire and melee weapons fighting on the battlefield resounded through the sky, and the crazy green-skinned orcs enjoyed this war that had come to their doorstep.

"Our new jailer is right!"

"waaagh! The Great Green Tide is coming!!"

"Kirk! For Kirk!"

The orcs sang and shouted the name of the Kolk Orcs in unison, and the boiling waaagh energy made those crazy boys' brains churn with excitement.

Violent green psychic lightning shuttled through the Ash Claws, and one Space Marine after another fell like leeks being cut.

Killin's eyes were bloodshot, and Zoe, the director of the think tank, could no longer bear to watch it.

"You beasts!"

The think tank director and several other think tanks joined forces. They worked extremely hard to use their psychic powers in this land of boiling waaagh energy to protect their own warriors.

"Let your orc warlord come out, I want to fight him one-on-one!" Kirin picked up a super-heavy boss with his power claws and roared at his forehead.

"I am Natla Killin, Chapter Master of the Ember Claws!"

"Like a man, fight alone!"

The orc whose body was pierced but was still alive and kicking immediately roared loudly. In an instant, all the orcs with Kirin as the origin fell silent.

This canned shrimp actually wants to challenge their boss?!

Interesting, very interesting, this is a brave can of shrimp.

The green-skinned orcs' personalities changed rapidly. They were fighting desperately in the last second, but in the next second, they became quiet and called for their captain to come.

Heavy footsteps came from one side of the battlefield, like the loud sound of some Titan mecha walking on the earth.

Keelin clenched his power claws. Whether the Ash Claws could continue to function depended on the upcoming duel.

(End of this chapter)