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

Chapter 148 You are surrounded by me

Guilliman's plan to delay time was forced to interrupt. He left the desk that could no longer serve as a cover and dodged left and right in the room by rolling.

Given the Primarch's size, even the office tailor-made for him seemed very small.

The fatal strike bombs were almost chasing Guilliman's movements. These Alpha warriors were all good shooters. If an ordinary Astartes was targeted by them, he would have been shot into a sieve.

The bolts tore through the furniture that Guilliman had carefully chosen, and the feathers and plush stuffing in the armchairs and sofas flew through the air like a great snowstorm descending across the room.

These obstructions also slightly interfered with the Alpha Warrior's aiming vision, giving Guilliman more breathing room.

Guilliman felt more aggrieved than ever before. Even when he was outnumbered on Nuceria and fighting two traitor primarchs alone, he never felt so powerless.

These assassins planned everything. They used psychic toxin warheads that had real lethality to the Primarch, moved the assassination site to this narrow and claustrophobic room, and also delayed the arrival of reinforcements.

They were able to enter the inner court by impersonating Ventanus and others, which meant that there were serious loopholes in Macragge's defense and review mechanisms. Who could be sure that the only enemies lurking in were these ten Alphas? Were there traitors and spies among the Ultramarines?

Guilliman feared that his own Legion might have already been infiltrated by the enemy without his knowledge.

This is the Alpha Legion. They are not well-known among many legions, but they are the special agent fighters who are best at lurking and infiltration.

Compared to the World Eaters and the Word Bearers, these enemies hidden around us are more difficult to deal with.

"No wonder Roche has always been so cautious about cutting-edge technology that it can even be described as timid. Has the new equipment we are installing been stolen by the enemy?"

A throne custom-made for Guilliman had its base destroyed by a bomb, and it fell to the side, about to fall on the owner of the throne.

Guilliman immediately turned over and rolled forward a few steps. At the same time, he adjusted his center of gravity, landed on his back, and used his legs to drive the servo system of the power armor to burst out with powerful force, kicking the collapsing throne away.

The heavy throne made of metal and marble came crashing down, pinning the three Alphas underneath.

Taking advantage of this excellent opportunity, Guilliman used his arm armor to block his face, and at the same time, his elbow made a sharp triangle, and a fierce elbow strike blasted away a bomb.

He pounced on the Alpha warrior who was pinned to the ground by a heavy object, and with his left hand he pulled hard, tearing the opponent's right hand and arm off the power armor. The grenade launcher in his right hand fired uncontrollably at the ceiling.

Guilliman was unable to use these gene-locked bolters, so he had no choice but to hold the body of Alpha in front of him and use him as a shield to block the bombs aimed at his head.

The Primarch could feel the dull vibrations of those powerful bombs tearing through ceramic steel, flesh and bone. This Alpha was already dead, his spine and chest organs completely destroyed by those bombs that were powerful enough to harm the Primarch.

"look here!"

Luo Xi didn't know when he came out of the wall again. Relying on the fact that he was a projection, he rushed straight to the Alpha warriors who were firing and blocked their sight with his body.

Although it was unknown whether his interference worked, Guilliman successfully threw the body away and pulled out a dagger belonging to the enemy.

With the weapon in hand, Guilliman's momentum changed completely. He went from dodging in a panic to attacking fiercely. His excellent swordsmanship could even perfectly split a series of incoming bombs.

He approached and got close to an old soldier who was aiming at him. Alpha only had time to pull the trigger once before Guilliman easily cut off his arm.

The Primarch turned around and delivered a powerful spinning kick that sent the armless enemy flying. He then reached out with his free hand and pulled out another melee weapon from the enemy's body.

Guilliman now held two daggers in his hands. He lowered his head slightly, keeping his center of gravity steady. The two daggers danced through the air, forcing the enemy with an extremely cautious attitude. "Surrender! You are surrounded by me. I can forgive you, as long as you reveal the true mastermind behind this."

"Who was it, Alpharius? Or Horus? Or some rat hiding in the dark?"

Guilliman tried to convince these assassins with words that those who had already appeared were not the key, and the real danger lay in the enemies who were still hiding in the dark.

The Primarch didn't even feel like following his usual thinking to deduce the real mastermind, for fear of being misled by the enemy and making a wrong judgment.

"If we follow the inertia of thinking, these Space Marines who are suspected to be from Hydra were sent by Alpharius to assassinate me, why did they choose this time point?"

Guilliman reviewed and sorted out various trivial clues in his mind, and he vaguely realized the intentions of these enemies: they were afraid that Guilliman would lead the forces of the Ultramarine to return to Terra for support.

They were afraid, they were anxious, which meant that the Warmaster's attack on the Solar Sector was not going well.

Due to the impact of the Ruinstorm, Guilliman knew nothing about the situation on Terra. He could only believe that his strongest brother Rogal Dorn could withstand the pressure, and that other loyal Primarchs could rush to Terra.

They took such action because their plan to win a quick victory and quickly behead the emperor failed.

However, all he got in response was dead silence. These Alphas disguised as Extreme Marines did not show any emotion at all, and they were not afraid even of death.

"It's already this late and you still want to show off." Roxi looked at Guilliman speechlessly as he was forced into a miserable state by these enemies, but he still had to say stubbornly, "You are surrounded by me."

He understood more and more what Ms. Yuton had said and complained about Roboute before. The more critical the moment, the more likely this guy would lose his temper and do things that he would never do under normal circumstances.

Guilliman wielded two combat swords, which were short blades to him. He accurately deflected a bolt that was coming straight at him, and the tip of the sword destroyed the propulsion nozzle of the bolt at an incredible angle, causing it to deflect to the chest of another enemy.

He suddenly twisted his waist and turned around, and the unstoppable dagger cut off the enemy's blocking weapon and deeply split the head of the pretender wearing the Extreme Marine power armor.

The helmet was completely split open, and the brain matter and other tissue fluids inside were boiling. Guilliman swung his sword slightly, shaking off the grinning teeth and an eyeball.

In the blink of an eye for Roche, Guilliman had already killed two enemies. His swordsmanship was swift and efficient, and from his perspective it could even be described as an elegant dance.

I heard that the swordsmanship of the Emperor's Children's Primarch Fulgrim was the most magnificent among the Primarchs, it's a pity that they have become shameful traitors.

However, the enemy's bombs came from all directions, and even the Primarch could not perfectly avoid all attacks in such a narrow space.

Even if we can predict the attack, the space for maneuvering is too limited.
Guilliman's back of the head was hit hard by a bomb. It was a fatal attack sent by an enemy who had been hiding in the blind spot of his vision.

The Primarch felt his brain shaking wildly, golden stars flashing in front of his eyes, the intense pain and the numbness that followed were like a hammer hitting him, and a warm and moist feeling came from the place where the fatal bomb hit.

"I'm injured."

Guilliman could feel the blood starting to become boiling hot, and the hot bullet was burning his flesh. What made his scalp tingling was the tingling sensation coming from the wound, which meant that the damn toxin was spreading.

Being hit in the head by a fatal bomb at close range would be extremely painful even for the Primarch's super-strong physique.

(End of this chapter)