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

Chapter 96 Killing Guilliman (Subscribe)

Guilliman's helmet was constantly receiving data from the battlefield. It was a stream of information gathered from a huge war intelligence system, which was transformed into a detailed analysis of the battlefield under the processing of the Primarch's brain, which was comparable to artificial intelligence.

The Ultramarines realized that it was a mistake to fight on the land of Nuceria. The god behind Angron could project his power through the rituals held on this planet, and the endless stream of demons was the best proof of this.

Before in Calth, although those demons were able to appear on the battlefield, it was definitely not that easy. The barriers of reality were hindering their invasion. But in Nuceria, the curtain of reality had already been blurred.

The war, bloodshed and death on this planet are strengthening the power of the Warp God. No matter which side is bleeding or dying, the Blood God is happy with this nice feast.

The rage in Guilliman's heart grew more and more intense. He sensed something unusual, something was fueling his anger.

Every time he swung the Sword of Sincerity, the Primarch could feel his sword becoming sharper and sharper. He could even directly cut off the psychic attacks launched by Lorgar.

In a sense, the evil god in the subspace is fair.

As long as you are willing to follow His rules, He will generously bless you even if you are on the enemy side.

But this does not mean that the gods of the Warp are harmless. This conceptual power makes Guilliman even more fearful.

The effect of Luojia's psychic offensive on him was weakening, but this was not something to be thankful for, as this battlefield was suppressing psychic power.

He angrily smashed his fist on Lorgar's breastplate, instantly breaking the armor into pieces. Lorgar tried to restore his breathing rate, but Guilliman seized the opportunity and strangled his throat.

The Ultramarines Lord grabbed the Great Bearer's neck from behind and increased the power armor's engine output to maximum. The cold metal made it difficult for Lorgal to breathe.

"Die! You beast!"

The lightning claw in Guilliman's hand was getting closer and closer, and when it was about to pierce his chest, the half-demonized Angertai arrived and blocked the attack for the Father of Genes.

Half of the body of the Blessed Son was torn apart by the decomposition field, and the demon Raum tried his best to help him recover from this serious injury.

It did not approve of Angertai's behavior. Only demons knew that in addition to the body in the real universe, each Primarch also had his own terrible nature in the Warp.

Although the Primarchs themselves may not be aware of it, this does not affect their nature.

In Raum's view, these creatures called Primarchs are no different from himself, except that their bodies are stronger, allowing them to exert powerful power in the real universe.

They are just like the cursed ones. They are no different from the creatures of the warp, but they can walk freely in the real universe.

Guilliman's killing move was interrupted, and Lorgar released a psychic attack, taking the opportunity to break free. He looked at the drop pods falling from the sky like a rainstorm, and immediately realized that he could not delay any longer.

Everything else is secondary, the most crucial factor for victory is: killing Guilliman.

Angron, who was held back by the Ever-Victorious Army and the Titan reinforcements, reunited with Lorgar at this moment. Under the cover of a large number of bloodletting demons, they successfully separated Guilliman from their own legion.

Guilliman was eager to kill Lorgar Aurelion, but he rushed too fast and too hard, and was too far away from his children.

The cobalt blue giant was submerged by the demons on the red sand. The demons of Khorne, dragging all kinds of unimaginable terrible weapons, rushed towards the Primarch one after another.

Even if it is the lowest level vampire, as long as Guilliman's head is taken away, the blood god sitting on the brass throne will not be stingy with a generous blessing.

The frenzied Ultramarines slaughtered the demons that emerged from the sea of ​​​​Warp. They sensed that the Father of Genes was in crisis again, and the fighting power that suddenly erupted was more like that of Khorne's demons.

"You only have one chance, kill Guilliman!"

Lorgar desperately drew upon his psychic powers. As he had said, all the Word Bearers and World Eaters, combined with the sudden appearance of the Daemon of Khorne, created a unique opportunity. If Guilliman remained firmly within his own ranks, they would have no chance of beheading the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds.

Facing the greatly enhanced power of Angron, Guilliman felt the threat of death. He had to roll on the ground continuously to avoid the war trampling of the demon primarch, while Lorgar constantly used his psychic energy to interfere with his actions.

Lorgar's psychic control attacked again, and this time the Great Bearer finally caught Guilliman's trace. A psychic chain bound his legs, causing him to fall to the ground while moving at high speed.

In a battle where time is measured in microseconds, the sudden fall of one side often means the outcome of the battle.

Hill, who was stopped by Kahn and others, was furious. They couldn't believe that the Primarch was about to be killed in front of them. The Ever-Victorious Army once again failed to protect his father.

"Father!"

"Your opponent is me!" Kahn attacked again, with a violent giant axe blocking in front of him, and Hill had to retreat.

Guilliman's consciousness slowed down to an extremely slow pace, as if he was watching a scene before death. The Primarch watched Angron's deadly demon claws approach his chest inch by inch.

"If I die, what will happen to the five hundred worlds..."

Even when he was on the verge of life and death, Guilliman was still not thinking about himself. What he cared about most were the people of the Five Hundred Worlds. If he fell, no one would be able to stop the rebels' Shadow Crusade.

In this moment of life and death, he vaguely heard a whistling sound from the communicator, but it was too weak. In this battlefield full of blood and fighting, he couldn't even be sure whether it was his hallucination.

"boom--"

A massive metal obelisk slammed down from space, the cold metal blocking the Daemon Primarch's deadly blow before Angron could pierce Guilliman.

Angron only felt that he had hit the golden dragon bone of the Queen of Glory. It was absolutely hard, and the huge recoil force caused severe pain in his bones and nearly broke his arm.

"What is this?" Guilliman took the opportunity to escape from the shadow of death. He broke free from Lorgar's psychic chains and looked at the object in front of him that looked like an obelisk with confusion.

There was no record of this thing in his memory, which also meant that it did not belong to the Thirteenth Legion.

Guilliman's memory was sufficient to remember even the tiniest data, down to the model of weapons held by the most common auxiliary troops.

But it was obvious that the person who parachuted into the obelisk was trying to save him. If he was delayed by even half a second, Angron's fatal attack would have landed, and even the armor made of strong interaction material would not have been able to save his life.

"I've been watching."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Guilliman turned around suddenly, but did not see the figure of his mortal advisor.

"I'm still on the boat, but this should be big enough to get you back."

He immediately realized that the person who sent this thing was Luo Xi.

His armor is a finely crafted power armor made by Luo Xi himself. It is equipped with a positioning and transmission system, which can observe his situation in real time through signals.

After receiving the order, the obelisk that appeared in the center of the battlefield quickly activated the combat mode with its built-in core intelligent brain.

The huge metal of the obelisk melted like liquid and reformed after a few microseconds. In just a blink of an eye, an iron man about five meters tall stood in front of Guilliman.

(End of this chapter)