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

Chapter 147: Shadow of the Hydra

The roar of the bombs in the room instantly stimulated the extremely sensitive nerves of the Ever-Victorious Army.

The appearance of Luo Xi and the sharp warning made the adrenaline of every victorious soldier boil.

The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds was assassinated in his palace, under the heavy defense of the Ever-Victorious Army!

These most elite and powerful warriors among the Extreme Marines showed their decisiveness in an instant. The Victorious Army rushed in and tried to open the huge door, but found that the internal hydraulic system and control buttons had been damaged.

They immediately changed their strategy, activating the power field on the blade of Macragge's axe, and the high-powered twin-linked bolters, which were standard equipment for the Ever-Victorious Army, focused their fire on the mechanical structure connecting the gate to the wall.

The Primarch's private rooms were built to the highest standards, and even trace amounts of refined gold were mixed into the interior of those buildings. Even in the face of the Ever-Victorious Army's heavy bombardment, the door was only slightly deformed.

Until the melta bomb was placed on the door's mechanical structure, this terrorist bomb, which uses a highly compressed fusion fuel reaction, could effectively destroy the building structure.

However, the Ever-Victorious Army did not dare to use the overly powerful melta bomb to open the door. What if the assassin failed to hurt the Primarch, but instead the melta from one of their own people stabbed him in the back? No one dared to bear such consequences.

Inside the room, Guilliman was simultaneously besieged by ten fully-armed Astartes, including Ventanus.

These assassins obviously knew how powerful the Primarch was in close combat, and they all used explosive weapons to suppress him from a distance.

The cold muzzle fired a deadly bullet, and in the blink of an eye, time in Guilliman's eyes began to stagnate and slow down. He could even clearly see the hot tail streams sprayed by the tail thrusters.

The Primarch demonstrated his powerful reaction ability that far surpassed that of the Space Marines. He observed the trajectories of the bombs and made all-round predictions, responding with perfect evasive actions.

With no distractions in his mind, Guilliman was calmer than the Thinker computer, and he remained empty-headed even when being assassinated by the enemy.

"These bombs are... lethal bombs."

Guilliman's dynamic vision clearly captured the abnormality of those warheads. These were not the explosive shells commonly used by Space Marines. He had read something similar in a report about the Alpha Legion.

The Primarch's intelligence system once fed back a subtle piece of information, that is, the mysterious Alpha Legion had secretly developed a special bomb specifically targeting Astartes.

This special weapon was designed to destroy the ceramsite armor of Space Marines, and has extremely strong targeted lethality against the superhumanly modified bodies.

The Alpha Legion also appears to utilize toxins, psionic powers, and dangerous technology to enhance the effectiveness of their deadly strike bombs.

"It's the Alpha Legion!" Guilliman's heart, which had been in a knot, suddenly relaxed. If the assassin was a Space Marine from the Alpha Legion, then it would have nothing to do with betrayal.

If it was really Ventanus who swung the knife at his father, Guilliman really didn't know how to face this scene.

Guilliman's multi-threaded thinking was still at work at this moment. While he was controlling his body to perform extremely subtle evasive reactions, his brain was also thinking about the whereabouts of the real Ventanus and others, and why the mysterious Alpha Legion chose the assassination.

His monstrous brain was thinking about hundreds of things at the same time, and they didn't even interfere with or conflict with each other.

The Primarch was familiar with the location and properties of every object in the room. He turned around to avoid three fatal bombs that were heading straight for his head. His right hand instantly grabbed the edge of the heavy wooden table, and his body drove the power armor to flip it to the ground.

If Guilliman had not removed his helmet and power gloves, facing these ten Alpha Assassins, the Primarch could have charged directly into the crowd and launched an unstoppable attack.

Back on Calth, Guilliman had performed the feat of tearing the Word Bearers apart with his bare hands. The Astartes' reinforced bodies and ceramsite armor were nothing compared to the Primarch's power.

But now, Guilliman's head was undoubtedly his greatest weakness. The Alpha Assassins' precise shooting was entirely aimed at headshots, so he was forced to hide his head behind his arm armor and use his extremely sturdy desk for cover.

In the small room, the enemy's numbers and weapons had an absolute advantage. Even if Guilliman's brain could handle hundreds of things, it would be difficult to fully calculate so many variables.

The Primarch smelled a familiar psychic scent from those deadly strike bombs, as well as a highly toxic metal called polonium. Just 1 to 2 grams of polonium was enough to kill an entire hive city of humans.

It was obvious that these killers came prepared and had made sufficient preparations for the assassination.

Guilliman also had no idea if he could withstand the bombs containing Warp sorcery and deadly metals. Although the Primarch's body was not afraid of most poisons, Guilliman did not want to test the limits of his body unless necessary.

Everything in the room moved in slow motion. Guilliman's thick desk, like a wall, stood between him and the assassin, blocking the first batch of incoming bombs.

Those deadly bullets designed specifically for armor-piercing exploded on the desk, and the old hardwood table was instantly cracked into several huge craters. The flying bomb fragments and fiber debris ignited by the high temperature created an extremely unpleasant stench in the room.

Guilliman took the opportunity to remove a solid table leg from the wooden table. This special wood leg, which was as hard as ceramic steel, was accelerated by Guilliman and hit the assassin's helmet like a sniper bullet.

The table leg tore off the red goggles and half of them penetrated deep into the opponent's brain. The Astartes fell stiffly to the floor, blood and brain matter gushing out from the wound.

The Primarch simulated the extent of damage the foreign object had caused to the Astartes' brain from the noise produced by the friction between the table legs and the Alpha Warrior's skull.

With half his brain turned into mush, not even the Space Marine's life force could keep him alive.

However, the assassins showed no reaction to the death of their companions. They continued to fire with a heart-wrenching indifference. Six bombs penetrated the shelter of the desk and passed by the Primarch, causing an explosion that annihilated a section of the wall.

The portraits of several Macragge archons and great philosophers hanging on the walls were shattered by the bombs. The crystallization of civilization dissipated in the flames of war and turned into ashes.

Despite his best efforts to dodge, a fatal strike bomb still exploded on Guilliman's shoulder armor.

The shoulder armor made of strong interaction force material can even withstand the firepower of the knight mecha. This explosive shell naturally cannot penetrate the armor, but the heat from the close-range explosion and the splashing shrapnel still caused damage to Guilliman's cheek and neck.

The brief high temperature made the Primarch feel a pain like being pricked by needles. The shrapnel could not penetrate Guilliman's skin, but it had already scratched the epidermis, oozing a little blood.

This kind of damage was nothing to the Primarch, but the tingling sensation from it made Guilliman frown.

He could feel the toxin spreading rapidly, trying to cause his vital organs to fail.

Guilliman tried to break through the enemy's barrage and kill these Space Marines at close range. The shrill alarm coming from outside the door indicated that the Ever-Victorious Army was trying their best to break through the gate. Guilliman only needed to hold on for a few more seconds, and reinforcements would arrive and drown the assassin.

Concentrate! The most important thing to do now is to delay time!

Guilliman took a few deep breaths. He realized that his multi-threaded thinking had disadvantages in such an extremely dangerous moment of fighting. It was difficult for him to focus completely on one point.

However, the Alpha Assassins had obviously made plans long ago. The soldier who had been stationed at the door was the one who destroyed the hydraulic system and the control buttons. At this moment, he took off his mechanical prosthesis from his body and placed this carefully disguised magnetic device on the door.

The victorious soldiers outside the gate who were using thermal bombs to destroy the gate structure immediately discovered a barrier composed of a strong magnetic field that hindered and delayed their speed.

Both sides are racing against time, and the safety of the Primarch will be the stakes of this race.

(End of this chapter)