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

Chapter 80 The Book of Lowell

The Battle of Amatra ended with the Ultramarines' victory.

This was a great war that was worthy of being written into history. The Ultramarines commander Orfeo Kassandra used the strength of a planet to drag the two rebellious legions, the Word Bearers and the World Eaters, into the quagmire of war.

This glorious defensive battle yielded results beyond imagination. It can be said that the balance of power in the eastern part of the galaxy was reversed after this battle, and the traitors were no longer able to destroy the loyal world.

The World Eaters' flagship, the Conqueror, was destroyed and crashed to the planet's surface and could not be recovered, while the Word Bearers' flagship, the True Law, was captured by Captain Mesaro and his team.

The Ultramarines are cleaning this Glorious Queen-class battleship. They need to remove the traces of corruption inside the battleship before they can continue using it.

The Blessed Lady was destroyed in a naval battle with a battle planet and is now floating in orbit around Amaterra.

This battleship can no longer be recovered or reused, and its wreckage can be seen on the surface reflecting the sun's light.

However, what surprised Guilliman the most was that the troops commanded by Orfeo successfully beheaded Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters. They actually killed a Primarch.

It’s a pity that Orfeo is still receiving treatment, otherwise Guilliman wouldn’t mind awarding him the highest honor of the Five Hundred Worlds on the spot to recognize his contribution.

The surviving Ultramarines, including those veterans who were buried in Dreadnoughts in previous wars, all received one-on-one meetings and condolences from Guilliman. As heroes of the Battle of Amatra, their deeds will be praised by everyone in the Five Hundred Worlds.

After the battle, the garrison troops finally had time to count their casualties and battle records.

What was incredible to everyone was that a recorder from the 627th Regiment of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army actually survived the most brutal years of the war. The recorder, Lowell McKeon, lived to see the arrival of the Primarch.

The defense zone where the 627th Company was stationed was the first area where the war broke out, and in subsequent wars, it was also the enemy's main attack area.

Even Orfeo did not expect that there was still a mortal surviving in this land that had long been turned into a hell on earth.

After the World Eaters Space Marine attacks, the Titan Legions and various orbital bombardments, the entire 627th Company has been devastated, which means that the Garrison Chronicler named Lowell McKeon is the company's last survivor.

Guilliman immediately met with this brave chronicler, whose courage and will deserve everyone's recognition.

When the Primarch saw the recorder, he was surprised to find that Lowell looked very old. The information showed that he was no more than thirty years old, but now it seemed that he was at least fifty years old.

In a short period of time, his temples turned gray and his face was covered with wrinkles and marks of war burns.

"Your Excellency, the Recorder of the 627th Company of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army salutes you."

The narrator had experienced the baptism of war, and his temperament had completely changed.

Especially his eyes, those eyes that had experienced many vicissitudes of life made Luo Xi subconsciously think that the other person was the same kind as him.

"Incredible, you are not even seriously injured." Guilliman exclaimed.

In such a brutal positional battle, even the life of an Astartes was counted by seconds, but this mortal has remained unscathed until now.

If there are indeed lucky people favored by the Emperor, this Lowell narrator must be one of them.

When Lowell was received by the Primarch, he was very calm. Perhaps after witnessing the extremely bloody war, he no longer felt nervous or afraid of anything.

"We, the 627th Company, have killed 51 World Eaters in the war, destroyed over 15 enemy heavy vehicles, over 4 Knight Mechs, and countless enemy mortal troops."

"No one in the 627th Company chose to surrender or flee. The company commander was trampled into a pulp by the enemy's Knight Mechs, and three consecutive commanders were brutally killed by the World Eaters."

Lowell said calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Your contribution will be remembered by everyone." Guilliman looked at him, "You can make a request to me, and I will fulfill your wish as long as it does not violate my principles." Facing the narrator in front of him, Guilliman gave him a chance to realize his wish.

As long as Lowell opened his mouth, even if he wanted to become the governor of any planet in the Five Hundred Worlds, becoming the most powerful person on a planet would be a natural thing.

Guilliman stared at Lowell with his azure eyes, waiting for him to make his decision.

Half a minute passed, and Lowell, who had been thinking for a long time with his head down, slowly shook his head.

He smiled and said, "Sir, the real heroes have died in the war. Everyone in the 627th Company is braver and stronger than me. What right do I have to receive the award on their behalf?"

He took out a thick notebook from his arms. It was covered with the ashes of war, and there were even traces of burns on the cover, which made its pages look a little yellow and old.

The words "Lowell's Essay" were outlined on the cover in High Gothic, and he handed the essay to Guilliman.

"This is everything I saw and heard during the Amatra War. It contains some of my thoughts and the records I left with pen, paper and photos."

Lowell bent down and saluted respectfully.

"If I still have a wish, I hope you can let more people read the contents of this essay. I hope everyone can know what happened in Amatra and what the people here have paid. I don't want them to be forgotten by time."

Guilliman took the heavy notebook with great care. It was so light, yet the Primarch felt as if he was carrying something extremely heavy.

"I will also need an attendant. You can follow me and continue to record what you see and hear." Guilliman did not think this was a request, so he continued.

The narrator shook his head again and declined Guilliman's invitation.

Being able to become an attendant to the Primarch and record the words and deeds of the Emperor and his children is the highest honor for countless recorders.

But he was unwilling to do so. He said, "Sir, I am sorry that I cannot accept your invitation. I promised my brothers that I would send their ashes back to their home planet. I must fulfill my promise."

He picked up a handful of ashes from the ground and put them into his kettle.

"The ashes were burned in the war a long time ago, but they are all left on this planet, so it's not a bad idea to use a handful of ashes instead."

He stroked his head, brushing the very short stubble that had been shaved to adapt to the war, and said, "Forgive my greed. If you can let me leave on a merchant ship, I will be extremely grateful for your kindness."

"You will be given a ship and my personal permission. You will be granted the highest level of travel permission in the Five Hundred Worlds and other territories of the Empire. No one will be able to stop you from traveling."

"Go, recorder, and record this burning galaxy. A more brutal war is yet to come, and our human civilization has reached the most critical moment." Guilliman handed an extreme emblem to Lowell, which was an ornament taken from his armor.

"Record the history you have seen, record those who have resisted, and tell our descendants what happened." Guilliman shook Lowell's notebook, "I will have the aide pass it to every world, and everyone will see what is on it."

Lowell left, carrying Guilliman's token and boarding a medical ship that landed here.

There are no Rogue Trader ships in Amatra except warships, so he can only follow the fleet and leave after reaching the next human world.

"He is a respectable man," Luo Xi commented.

Few could turn down the chance to make a wish, and that of a Primarch at that.

"Yes, as long as such people exist, we humans will not lose hope." Guilliman said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)