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

Chapter 94 One vs. Two
"Guilliman? Horus?"

Angron showed no reaction when these two names were mentioned. But when Lorgar mentioned the word "false emperor", the beast, which seemed to have lost all its memories, immediately held its head in pain. The Butcher's Nails were punishing it, punishing it for its laziness.

"I am your brother, I made you what you are today, and I will guide you."

Lorgar used the Enlightener to amplify his psychic power and tried his best to awaken Angron's sanity.

"Guilliman, Guilliman must die!"

He injected a concept that aroused the obsession deep in Angron's heart.

And deep obsession is most likely to bring back an individual's rationality.

Angron's mind finally became a little clearer. He recalled some of his past memories and understood what he had become now. However, he had extremely complicated feelings towards Lorgar.

He had understood what the Great Bearer meant by redemption, which was to give his essence to the Blood God and become a Daemon Prince of Khorne.

"I shouldn't be like this. This is not freedom. This is the new slavery!" Angron's mind wailed.

"Lorgar! Aurelion!"

This is a choice from which there is no turning back. The power of the Brass Throne is affecting his brain and reconstructing his consciousness.

Hatred for Lorgar and mockery of fate were forcibly suppressed.

The insignificant thoughts were swept away by the Great Will, and He reshaped the will of Angron.

Just like a condescending spectator, he arbitrarily manipulates the appearance of the model in his hand just to make it more in line with his likes and dislikes and wishes.

The war instinct bestowed by Khorne allowed the Demon Primarch to overcome obstacles and lock onto the cobalt blue figure in the distance, even though it was dozens or hundreds of kilometers away.

Kahn's eyes just flashed, and a huge sonic boom was heard in the air around him, and there was nothing in front of him.

"This is the best option for Angron. I have never lied to you." The Great Word Bearer simply glanced at Kharn. "If you do not want to lose your father again, then follow in his footsteps."

The Great Bearer used his psionic energy to speed up, turning into a stream of light and chasing after them. They had to leave Guilliman here.

The Shadow Crusade was far from achieving the goal of destroying the Five Hundred Worlds, and even their forces were largely lost by Guilliman's counterattack.

Once Guilliman returns to Terra, those Smurfs, who are comparable to green skins, will overwhelm the Warmaster in the waves of Space Marines.

The three legions that the Warmaster fears the most: the Ultramarines, the Dark Angels, and the Blood Angels are all blocked in the Ultima Thule.

Kahn and his battle brothers advanced in the red sand, the strong wind blowing the rough gravel rubbing against their faces, and everyone was looking in that direction.

"I don't want to lose him again, even if he has become a slave of the Blood God and a demon."

"But I don't want to follow in his footsteps. I won't lose myself."

Kahn and the World Eaters began to run wildly, their hearts beating wildly, and the captain of the Eighth Company kept convincing himself in his heart.

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Guilliman, who was evacuating, suddenly stopped. His body was a little stiff. He looked back at the city ravaged by the scarlet storm. A strong murderous intent locked onto him.

"It's Angron, prepare to meet the enemy!"

The Primarch's war instincts were extremely sharp. He immediately organized his sons to defend. A huge shadow that even the Astartes could not capture knocked Guilliman away.

A huge sonic boom cloud was created during the collision, as if a small-yield nuclear bomb had detonated. The Daemon Primarch spread his wings and grasped Guilliman tightly in his two sharp claws.

"What kind of monster have you become?"

Guilliman's suit unleashed a powerful kinetic energy, its antimatter engines countering Angron's immense strength. The Blade of Devotion slashed fiercely, slicing into the Daemon Primarch's hideous visage. The anti-gravity modules on his back activated a force field, freeing Guilliman's body from Angron's grasp. Immediately, his power claws charged, and with another backhand, he tore the Daemon's wings apart.

The Primarch was acutely aware that Angron's power was almost several times greater than before, while his war skills were almost zero. The Daemon Primarch had not yet adapted to his current form, and he attacked Guilliman with raw and brutal force.

The Ever-Victorious Army rushed forward wielding power swords, but were impatiently swept away by Angron. The terrifying claws left deep scars on the adamantine armor and almost tore through the indestructible defense.

The demonic claws are completely different from the weapons in the physical universe. The added warp energy makes it extremely sharp, even enough to tear apart adamantium.

Under the cover of the Ever-Victorious Army, Hill dodged Angron's stampede with a few moves. He used the electromagnetic sword in his hand to cut Angron's ankle, exposing his tissue, which he wasn't sure whether it could be considered muscle or not.

Hill intended to replicate the tactics used against the demons in the Battle of Calth. The Ultramarines abandoned their bolter weapons and used flamethrowers that could spray high-temperature promethium to burn Angron.

Flame and sword, weapons that are inseparable from the concept of demons in human civilization, have special bonuses in mysticism and are more suitable for dealing with these blasphemous existences in the warp than bombs and plasma.

The harassment of the Ultramarines effectively restrained the performance of the Daemon Primarch. Angron was in pain and was stabbed several times by Guilliman's power claws. His flesh and blood body, which was generated to adapt to the physical universe, immediately shed blood.

If subspace creatures want to exist in the physical universe, they must adapt to its rules, so they must have a body that can carry themselves.

Angron roared, and as Guilliman charged again with the Blade of the True, a bolt of psychic lightning fell from the sky, crushing the Primarch's attack.

The Great Word Bearer and Angron have reunited, and the one-on-two battle between the Primarchs continues.

The arrival of Luojia immediately caused the battle, which had barely reached a balance, to tilt to one side.

Although the Great Speaker is not known for his martial arts among the Primarchs, he is also a powerful psyker.

A strong psychic aura emerged behind his head, and the psychic energy showed increasingly powerful force on Nuceria, which was soaked in the energy of the warp.

In Nuceria, which had become a corner of Khorne's domain, any psyker would have had their power suppressed, but Lorgar offered a Primarch to Khorne, whose purpose was to kill Guilliman in the war.

The Blood God was looking forward to seeing this happen, and He bestowed His promise.

The ever-victorious army that was attacking Angron with flamethrowers had to kneel down in the psychic storm. Some of them were twitching and vomiting large amounts of blood. The invisible psychic shock directly penetrated the solid armor and exploded at the level of their brain consciousness.

Fortunately, there are also think tank directors among the Ultramarines, and these psychic warriors are doing their best to offset the Great Bearer's stranglehold.

"You are just seeking your death!" Luo Jia waved his golden scepter, sweeping away the ever-victorious soldiers who were trying to prevent him from joining the battle. The collision of metal against metal made a huge explosion.

The Ultramarines clenched their teeth, their brains constantly feeling dizzy. They were still too weak to face a powerful psyker Primarch.

Guilliman, who was fighting fiercely with Angron, glanced and saw that his own descendants were being slaughtered by Lorgar. Several of the Ever-Victorious Army had already fallen to the ground, their lives unknown. Lorgar killed them with his psychic power.

The furious Ultramarines Lord threw himself into Angron's arms, his power claws piercing through Angron's chin from top to bottom, almost penetrating his brain, his hard knee armor pressing against the Daemon Primarch's abdomen, his superb fighting skills all applied to his former brother.

Before Angron could return to defend with his claws swung, Guilliman activated his power backpack and escaped from the enemy's arms at the last moment, attaching two magnetic bombs to Angron's joints.

Two dull explosions were heard, and Angron's movements were temporarily restricted. His flesh and blood were torn apart in the explosion, but then the terrifying activity caused the muscle tissue to regenerate in a very short time.

The accelerated Chicheng dagger fell like thunder, and Luojia quickly blocked it with his Scepter of the Enlightened.

"Useless resistance, Roboute." Lorgar spoke. Starting from Calth, the two of them finally found an opportunity to settle their grievances with each other.

Lorgar's voice was low, like rolling thunder, while Guilliman's was icy cold, and his calmness contained a rage far more violent than a volcano.

The Primarch dodged the enemy's psychic lightning with astonishing speed, and the deafening psychic screams had little effect on Guilliman's powerful will.

He closed the distance, using his more aggressive fighting skills and a short sword more suitable for close combat to leave several deep scratches on Lorgar's armor.

(End of this chapter)