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

Chapter 79 The Last Survivor

"Damn it, they still got away! These shameless traitors and damned demons!"

Marius Gage let out a long breath, but now it was impossible for him to continue following up in the restless Warp. The waves stirred up by the psychic air thunder and the violent Warp storm were enough to destroy any pursuer.

"Let's return to low-Earth orbit. We have already won this war. The main forces of the World Eaters and the Word Bearers have been destroyed. The crisis of the Five Hundred Worlds has been resolved."

Macragge's Glory slowly turned and headed towards Amatra's low-Earth orbit.

The battle planet remains in a gravitationally safe position, parked in a suitable orbit. If it gets too close to a natural celestial body, gravity will tear both of them apart at the same time.

"Lorgar escaped. I knew he wouldn't be caught so easily." Guilliman received the report from Marius Gage, but he was not surprised at all. The Word Bearers' warship disappeared in the sea of ​​​​Warp.

"As long as he is still in the Five Hundred Worlds, there is still a chance to capture him. Besides, the rebellious Warmaster and his forces are surrounding Terra. The most important thing you should do now is to rush to the rescue of the Throne World." Luo Xi said.

Guilliman nodded in agreement with Roche's opinion, and the starship landed directly on the surface of Amatra. He was going to personally meet Orfeo, the greatest war hero of the Five Hundred Worlds.

Stepping onto the land of Amatra, this land of death bombed by countless artillery shells and nuclear weapons still exudes residual heat, and the air is filled with a strong smell of rust and radioactive substances.

"This place is more like Hell on Earth than Calth." Guilliman looked around. That prosperous world had disappeared, the mountains had been razed to the ground, and the tallest things that could be seen were the fallen Titans.

Those huge warlord-class Titans fought each other. Even the adamantium armor and up to six void shield barriers could not stop the bombardment of volcanic cannons and earthquake cannons. They killed each other, leaving only cold metal corpses.

The Edge Watch Titan Legion blocked the attack of two enemy Titan Legions with its own strength.

The Titans were all killed in a war of this intensity, and the smallest mortal auxiliary troops suffered even more heavy casualties. Billions of auxiliary troops were stationed in Amatra before the war began, but how many of them are left now?

Guilliman met Commander Orfeo in the emergency room, and fortunately he was still alive.

Unfortunately, he was badly injured, and after defeating Karn once again, Lorgar Aurelion, in a rage, decided to take action himself and use his psychic powers to try to kill Orfeo.

If the Word Bearers' fleet had not issued an emergency evacuation order, and if the think tanks of the Ultramarines had not fought for their lives, he would probably have died at the hands of the Great Word Bearer.

The reinforced interactive force armor carefully crafted by Orfeo showed a large number of cracks and was covered with burn marks from psychic lightning. The shocking broken pieces and dents told of the cruelty of that war.

"Emperor, I have not lost you, my bravest and most selfless son." Guilliman held Orfeo's hand, and the Ultramarines who had lost all their strength could only lie on the hospital bed and greet his Primarch with his eyes.

The emergency room was filled with legion pharmacists mobilized from the reinforcements, Mechanicus biological sages, and some mortal doctors with superb medical skills.

Apart from Orfeo, all the other Ultramarines who survived the war were also injured. This was all the work of the Word Bearers Primarch. Psychic energy can effectively penetrate the defense of armor and directly cause serious damage to individuals.

"No matter the cost, I must keep them alive. These fearless warriors are the key to victory in this war. Without them, we wouldn't have nearly wiped out the traitors." Guilliman repeatedly instructed the apothecary, and the Tech-Priests, too, bravely treated the wounded. With the Primarch right beside them, no one dared to shirk their efforts.

Seeing his offspring still struggling on the brink of life and death, Guilliman's good mood dimmed. He left the emergency room so as not to disturb the doctors who were working, and just stood beside Roxi, whispering their names.

"I remember every one of their names, my sons. Captain Bloom, he is a master swordsman, I once praised his martial arts skills; Sergeant Jones, he is Orfeo's adjutant, he has a calm mind and a good memory, with his assistance, any commander can safely pass on things; Librarian Boswell, he was forbidden to use psychic power after the Nicaea Conference, so he stayed in the library of Amatra to maintain the precious knowledge..."

Roche listened quietly as Guilliman read out the names of all the Ultramarines sent to Amatra, even including their personalities, likes and dislikes, and experiences.

The original body's superhuman brain can remember the information of each of its offspring.

He knew that Guilliman didn't need comfort right now, all he needed was an audience where he could pour out the words buried in his heart.

Guilliman, who seems to be always rational, wise, and far-sighted, actually has a soft heart.

He would deploy military forces in the most rational manner and would send his offspring to the most dangerous battlefields, but he was also emotional and would feel pain and guilt for his seemingly ruthless decisions.

Although the Ultramarines never felt that it was their father who sent them to the battlefield where they would die, Guilliman still blamed himself.

"I counted the number of people in the emergency room. There are only sixty-three warriors. The others are gone. Of the four thousand Astartes full of glory and hope, only sixty-three remain. Maybe a few more will be sent to the Dreadnaught."

Guilliman held his head and muttered to himself in pain in an empty corner.

"Your descendants have never blamed you. They have fulfilled the mission you entrusted to them with due diligence. This is the destiny of a warrior, and they died with honor." Roxi patted Guilliman's lower back. His height only reached this far.

"Yes, you are right, I just feel a little..." The eloquent Primarch searched his brain for a word that could describe his current mood, but he was speechless for a long time.

"Now is not the time to be sad. We have only initially defeated the traitors who besieged 500 worlds. There are more rebels destroying more worlds. You should cheer up. You are the Lord of Ultramar and a loyal defender of the human empire."

Guilliman was only sad for a moment, and when he stood up again, the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds who controlled everything and was always rational was back.

"I will rebuild this world. It will stand as a monument to the indomitable spirit of the Five Hundred Worlds, and countless loyalists will persevere under its inspiration."

“The battle planet of the Virgin will be renamed Amatra. The feat of ending the invasion of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters will be remembered by all the heroes who fought and died on Amatra.”

"Five hundred worlds stand firm, and the spark of humanity will never be extinguished!"

(End of this chapter)