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

Chapter 82 Nukeriya
The chaotic sea of ​​souls is surging, and in the immaterial world, all incredible things may come true.

Planets flashing with green flames, shadow clouds drifting with the waves, boiling lakes made of pus, and countless horrific scenes that could drive mortals crazy in an instant are everywhere here.

Subspace creatures that are more terrifying than the environment are hidden in various hard-to-find corners. They come from the most bizarre and unbearable deep nightmares of all intelligent creatures since the birth of the universe, and are the embodiment of the deepest fears.

As time passes and the universe shatters, no one knows where these nightmares come from, or even whether they come from the same universe.

Although the Human Empire can use warp navigation to achieve the goal of faster-than-light movement, the navigation must be carried out under the protection of the Geller force field. Once the protection is lost, all life and machinery entering the warp will face horrors beyond imagination.

And now, a scarred giant ship is shuttling through the sea of ​​warp. It has a trident-shaped hull, and its decks and weapon platforms are twisted and damaged in the psychic storm. Due to lack of repair and maintenance, it still looks dilapidated.

This is none other than the Triumvirate, the flagship of the Word Bearers that escaped into the Warp. After escaping from the Ultramarines' pursuit, this last great ship anchored Nuceria as its destination at the order of the Great Word Bearer.

On this epic ship, only about 25,000 Word Bearers and 18,000 World Eaters remained as survivors of the Battle of Amatra.

Even if we include those Space Marines who were still carrying out the Shadow Crusade on other planets in the Five Hundred Worlds, almost half of the soldiers of these two legions were killed.

Before the Battle of Calth, a total of 100,000 Word Bearers and 150,000 World Eaters participated in the Shadow Crusade, with two Titan legions that had betrayed the Imperium serving as fire support.

Now, Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, had been slain in Amatra, and Lorgar the Word Bearer had less than 50,000 warriors at his disposal.

"We have paid a huge price, and the Legion is withering, but the strategy has been successful. The Destruction Storm can no longer be stopped. The Ultramarines and the false emperor's followers in the eastern galaxy cannot return to the throne world for support. As long as Horus can capture Terra, everything will be worth it."

"The plan has been successful. Although there are some minor flaws, they still cannot overshadow the overall victory."

"We have achieved a strategic victory. Let my foolish brother enjoy the joy of a tactical victory."

The Great Speaker sat upright on his throne and spoke to the leaders of the remaining legions below.

The captain of the 8th Company, Kahn, had become the recognized leader of the remaining World Eaters. After leaving Amatra, the captain had remained silent.

He stared coldly at Luo Jia who was sitting upright, wondering what he was thinking about.

On the Word Bearers side, Chaplain Erebus still holds the power of the Legion. This Word Bearer, who has the title of Hand of Fate, listens quietly to the words of the Primarch, emitting a chilling chill.

Even those World-Eaters with the Butcher's Nails subconsciously stay away from the Hand of Fate.

After all, the strange aura he exuded made these World Eaters feel uncomfortable and disgusted.

"You have not yet told me how to resurrect our genetic father, the Lord of the Word Bearers."

"You promised that you would resurrect our father's body in the real universe, but where should we go now?"

Karn raised his head, almost looking at Lorgar Aurelion who was sitting upright.

Facing Kahn's rude questioning, Luo Jia was not angry. Now the two legions could no longer have any friction, otherwise everyone would be buried in this sea of ​​souls.

"Just be patient, I won't break my promise." The Scepter of the Great Speaker released a hazy light, and through the illusory lens, everyone witnessed a soul emitting endless anger and hatred.

"After Angron's body was destroyed, I took his soul with me. He now resides in my Illuminator, and the next step is to perform a ritual to revive him."

"Everything is planned."

Khârn's heartbeat quickened, and he could feel the instinctive closeness, certain that it was indeed a part of Angron. Lorgar had not deceived them.

This also brought some comfort to the increasingly manic beast. After entering the subspace, the influence that the eye in Kahn's sight could exert was far more powerful than the physical universe.

It kept whispering in Kahn's ears, causing his Butcher's Nails to continue to penetrate deeper into his brain.

Over and over in Kahn's mind, a name called "Blood God" echoed.

There was a being calling himself Khorne watching him.

Whenever Karn felt unsettled, images of Angron's past would appear before his eyes.

The humiliation of being enslaved and driven by the Butcher's Nails made him grit his teeth and resist corruption tenaciously.

At this moment, Kahn still has free will. He feels pain and sadness, but at least it is his own feeling.

He had a premonition that if he chose to compromise, he would probably become a slave like his father.

"Why Nuceria? It was the starting point of our father's nightmare and the beginning of his life as a slave. Why did he return to that planet?"

Kahn gnashed his teeth. He hated the planet for turning his father into this state. It was the Butcher's Nails that destroyed Angron, turning him into a madman who knew only killing and destruction.

"Because that is his home planet. Every Primarch's home planet is special, and their home planet has a huge influence on their life trajectory."

"Angron spent his first years there, so he will also have his new life in Nuceria."

"This is part of the ritual. It's not just a planet, but also part of the concept of Angron. His fate cannot be separated from Nuceria and the damned Butcher's Nail!"

For the first time, Lorgar seemed angry. His voice began to rise, and his angry voice swirled in the corridors of the bridge.

He could see his brother's fate through the High Heavens, and no matter which possible branch line, Angron could not leave Nuceria.

Kahn lowered his head, thinking about the truth of Lorgar's words.

He did not trust the Great Word Bearer, realizing that Lorgar was no different from Horus and was merely using his father to rebel against the Emperor.

But now the situation is stronger than the person, and he has to obey Luojia's command.

The progress of the Triarch Prayer in the Warp was exceptionally smooth, and when this giant ship arrived at the turbulent Sea of ​​Souls, the turbulent ocean currents calmed down, and the Warp storms blew its sails, allowing it to drift farther.

Everything was going so smoothly, as if an invisible big hand was pushing it forward.

In the distant Nuceria, a huge subspace rift appeared at the Mandeville Point on the edge of the galaxy. The Trinitarian traveled a long distance and finally arrived at the target world.

Nuceria is a habitable world in a broad sense. From space, one can see that the planet is dotted with magnificent snow-capped mountains, green low plains, and large tracts of blue ocean surrounding the continent.

This is a planet that survived the distant dark ages. Its star, in its prime, provides steady light and heat. Logically, this world should be as beautiful as Macragge.

But today, this seemingly beautiful planet will welcome a group of slave sons.

(End of this chapter)