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

Chapter 84 Bury your head in the sand
Kahn led the World Eaters down from the Trinity, and they followed the port master and boarded an airship.

Nukeria's strange performance made him give up the idea of ​​a Dreadclaw orbital drop.

As he felt the soil of Nuceria beneath his feet, Kahn's heart gradually calmed down.

His strengthened lungs breathed in the familiar air, his mind replaying the first time he had met Angron.

Angron, who was about to die with his brothers and sisters, was taken to the Emperor's Vision by the Emperor's teleportation beam, and then sent back to the Conqueror, the flagship of the Warhound Legion.

Angron slew one high-ranking member after another of the Legion's leaders who came to face their father, until Khârn finally pacified his rage.

Kahn could feel the anger and sadness of the Gene-Father. There was only a corpse on the Conqueror. Angron's soul had remained in Nuceria, in the dawn that would never come.

As the heir who knew Angron best, Karn could feel Angron's broken nature. Rage and bloodthirstiness were his appearance, but his heart was extremely empty and broken.

Batches of World Eaters descended from the airships to the ground. As their numbers grew, Kahn could hear the increasingly rapid heartbeats of the mortal supervisors beside him.

The heartbeat was so clear and striking that Kahn could even imagine how beautiful the blood would splatter when it was torn open.

He rarely revealed a narrow smile, and under the stimulation of the Butcher's Nail, the spasming muscles on his face showed a distorted and weird feeling.

"Why are you so nervous?"

“You are afraid of the Ultramarines?”

The supervisor's body tensed up suddenly. Kahn's knife-like eyes swept over him, and the hairs on his skin under his clothes instantly stood up. But he still maintained a relaxed look and answered Kahn's questions with a smile.

"Dear Emperor Angel, this is the first time that Nuceria has welcomed so many Astartes, so I am a little worried that the people below are negligent and have delayed the repair work of the adults."

There was nothing wrong with the supervisor's manners, he was elegant and neither humble nor overbearing, somewhat similar to those of the nobles of Macragge.

Very nice words, Kahn commented in his mind.

Pretty... and fake.

"I want to see the planetary governor. Why are you the one receiving us? Where is the governor?" Kahn said aggressively.

“Governor, Your Excellency Governor…” The lining on the supervisor’s back was soaked, and he couldn’t contact the Governor.

Although the governor had no regard for state affairs, what he was best at was enjoying the service of female slaves while watching the most intense gladiator fights in the arena of Decian.

Kahn took off the broken Blood Father and Blood Son from his body. These were weapons left by the Primarch and there was currently no way to repair them.

"Tell me, where is the Governor? I will go find him in person and ask him how he serves the Empire. Has he committed any dereliction of duty?"

The World Eaters had already sensed fear and truth from the subtle expressions of the Overlords, and these clever mortals knew from the beginning that it was not the Ultramarines who were coming.

Whether it is the unrecognizable keel number or the fact that these Astartes have completely different paint and organization from the Ultramarines, there are too many places to identify friend or foe.

But do they have the courage to resist? To resist the rebels right before their eyes?

They didn't, they just pretended they knew nothing and sent out an airport manager to deal with the visitor.

Kahn guessed that the rulers of this planet were probably hiding in bunkers or fortresses, or perhaps even in their favorite arena. So weak, so pathetic, so hateful.

It was these cowardly guys who turned his father into a madman who only knew how to kill!

The more hatred Kahn felt in his heart, the more indifferent he appeared to be.

The supervisor was completely frightened by the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Kahn. The strong men who died at the hands of this World-Eater Captain could be piled up to form a mausoleum, not to mention the mortal soldiers who were slaughtered like grass.

He was shaking all over as he beat the sieve, with sweat constantly oozing from his forehead and neck.

The heart that had been replaced three times had already fallen into chaotic beating amidst the frantic beating. He wanted to say something, but his brain was in a mess and his tongue seemed to be paralyzed by the strongest anesthetic in Nukeria.

His eloquence was lost somewhere.

"Take me to the Decian Arena. Your governor must be there."

Kahn's words immediately made the supervisor feel as if he had been pardoned. His desire to survive began to rise. What if these World Eaters really let him go?
Even if I become their slave, what is the difference between serving the World Eaters and serving the Emperor?
It was that tyrant who conquered Nuceria. The Emperor only cared about whether the planets captured by the Imperial Army could pay tithes and whether the planets could maintain stability and serve his ambitions and conquests.

As for the planet's politics, economy, culture, and whether its people are oppressed, that is not within his consideration.

With a disgusting, flattering smile on his face, the Supervisor led Kahn and the other World Eaters towards the magnificent arena.

In fact, even without guidance, a normal person could find the location of the Desian Colosseum. It was so magnificent and huge among those low civilian buildings. The circular building surrounded by high walls made of granite stood in the center of the city.

The highest point of the Decian Colosseum is over 150 meters high. It was built by humble slaves. When the spectacle was completed, the slaves were forced to stab each other's chests with sharp blades in the spectacle they had built.

It has four layers of walls, all decorated with columnar structures. The central arena is dotted with complex terrains. A stepped pyramid is located in the core area, while the external stands are divided into five areas.

The luxurious observation deck at the front is exclusively for the nobles with the highest status, while those with lower status are on the second floor, followed by the rich. Ordinary civilians can only squeeze into the fourth floor at the back, and the last floor is for the lowest-status Nuceria.

The curtain canopy hung from ropes protected the spectators from the scorching sun. The people's curses and cheers rushed into the sky, causing the curtain to shake continuously.

As Kharn walked the streets of Dessian, the people around him kept a distance in awe, but the Ear of Leman reflected their whispers back to the World Eater one by one.

"Look at that big guy. He must be a good fighter. I bet you that if he goes to the arena, he will be able to tear the current champion Braulio to pieces!"

"Where did these people come from? They all have butcher's nails on their heads. Who allowed these lowly slaves to walk the same path as us?"

Not all mortals can recognize Space Marines, especially on a world like Nuceria, where there are too many strange, even terrifying mutants and aliens who are caught and fought in the arena.

Only the Supervisor's face turned even paler. He cursed these inconsiderate bastards in his heart. These were the World Eaters Astartes who had been afflicted with the Butcher's Nails.

They are the sons of the coward, the deserter.

With the supervisor leading the way, Kahn and his warriors arrived at the huge Desian Colosseum without any hindrance.

The huge columns and arches were about thirty or forty meters high, stacked up layer by layer to the sky, and roars of blood and pain came from the shadows.

(End of this chapter)