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

Chapter 149 ICU Private Seat

Guilliman fell into a state of dizziness for a moment, and there was no way these most elite veterans of the Alpha Legion would miss this moment.

They paid too much for this. From Calth to Macragge, more legion soldiers lost their lives in order to successfully reach Guilliman.

"We are Alpharius!"

An enemy finally spoke, and it sounded like some kind of signal, or like a determined battle cry.

The Primarch hastily tried to use his arm armor to protect the weak spot of his head, but the enemy's explosive shells were constantly attacking his head and exposed hands.

Guilliman's body was constantly suffering from trauma, and his hands felt painful tearing and stuttering. He suspected that the bones in his fists might have been shattered by the bombardment of the explosives.

The fresh laurel wreath on his forehead fell to the ground stained with blood amid the roar of bombs, and was trampled into mud by heavy iron boots in the chaotic battle.

He could feel blood flowing from his face and neck, and the wet, sticky feeling reminded him of the red sand of Nuceria, except this time it was his own blood.

The guards were desperately trying to open the locked door. The magnetic devices brought by the assassins had a great blocking effect, and they successfully shortened the delay time from more than ten seconds to one minute.

Guilliman suddenly recalled his conversation with the Space Wolf Faffnir, who admitted that if he, the Hunt and Guilliman were left alone in a closed room, the Emperor's executioner would make the Primarch pay.

Whether this was a prophecy from the Wolf or a deeper conspiracy was not worth discussing for now, Guilliman's voice no longer had the strength it had at the beginning.

The bomb destroyed all obstacles along the way, tore the thick desk, and left a large spider-web-like trail of broken marks on the windows and reinforced glass.

Half of the ten disguised enemies had been killed after the Primarch's angry counterattack, but five were still continuing to carry out the assassination mission.

Taking refuge in a ruined bunker of shattered statues and thrones, Guilliman heard his enemies communicating with one another in incomprehensible riddles.

The Primarch's hearing was good enough to judge the enemy's number, position and type of weapons. They still used the old method, encircling the enemy from multiple directions, trying to create an advantage of outnumbering the enemy as much as possible.

"Hold on for a few more seconds, they'll open the door soon!"

Luo Xi could only worry at this moment. He was just a projection here. Even if he wanted to mobilize the iron man sleeping deep in Mustafa, it would not be possible in just a few seconds.

Guilliman said nothing as he walked around the desk and came face to face with an Alpha Warrior, smashing his helmet into his chest with his fist.

Another man behind the enemy shot at Guilliman's head repeatedly. Guilliman opened his mouth wide. The burning pain from the tear in his neck was tormenting his will, but he endured the pain and killed the enemy with another heavy punch.

The enemy attacking from behind hit him on the back of the head again. Guilliman's ears were buzzing and his vision was blurred.

The tall giant half-knelt on the ground, his vision obscured by his own blood, but he heard the heavy footsteps of the enemy.

That was the voice of "Ventanus", and as he rushed towards Guilliman, he waved the power sword in his hand and shouted "Death to the False Emperor!"

Guilliman had always lacked the necessary respect for the stealth tactics that the Alpha Legion was best at using, but now he realized the terrible value of such warriors.

They do have the ability to seriously injure or even kill a Primarch.

Relying on his fighting instinct, the Primarch used his arm armor to smash the whistling power sword away. The huge force broke the decomposition force field generator on the power sword. The pure metal blade scratched across his palm, and blood gushed out instantly.

In a rage, Guilliman grabbed the opponent's neck with his other hand. The Primarch's surging power broke his trachea and cervical vertebrae, and his armor including the ceramic steel was completely shattered.

In a trance, he heard the sound of a stone weapon falling to the ground, but the next second, the locked door behind him finally collapsed under the repeated bombardment.

The furious attack from the Ever-Victorious Army slew the remaining enemies. Guilliman half-knelt on the ground, leaning against the boulder beside him to avoid collapse. "A ritual dagger, just one step away."

Luo Xi's voice told him what the thing that fell to the ground was. That was the real killer move of the Alphas, a dagger with the evil power of the Warp.

When the door was broken open, all the suspense was settled.

Guilliman suffered the worst injury since the Shadow Crusade, second only to the combined attack of Angron and Lorgar.

All this happened in Macragge's most secure inner court, under the heavy protection of the Ever-Victorious Army and other guards.

Roche watched as the doctors and pharmacists who had been prepared carried Guilliman onto an ambulance stretcher, and the Ultramarines rushed to the medical room carrying their father in a hurry.

"The person who arranged the medical room near the Primarch's office was a genius. He might have anticipated this day."

His projection passed directly through the walls and walked into the inner court medical center which was under full martial law.

For some reason, his eyelids twitched as he was far away in Sosa. He vaguely felt that the situation of Guilliman being taken to the ICU would happen again in the future.

In a few minutes, Palace Master Tarasha Yuton and one of the Four Heroes Valentus Doro arrived outside the medical center.

"Guilliman is being treated inside, and the doctors are working on his condition in the emergency room."

Ms. Yuton stood in front of the door of the emergency room with a dead heart, while Doro, who had rushed back from the industrial area of ​​Macragge City, suppressed his panic and asked, "Is he still alive? My father."

"He was injured, but it shouldn't be fatal. The enemy's killing move failed."

Dorlo Yingjie stepped aside. He was coordinating the guards who had arrived and reading memories through genetic detection nerves to track down whether there were more hidden spies.

In front of Luo Xi's eyes, the elegant and calm Ms. Yuton seemed to have her bones pulled out. She had to hold on to the handrail beside her to keep standing.

In an instant, she seemed to have aged a lot, and her face without makeup became paler and bloodless. Guilliman was the pillar of her inner beliefs. He was not only her son, but everything to this woman.

There was no Lord of Macragge's Palace here, only an anxious and panicked mother outside the emergency room.

Roxi heard a series of unclear words coming out of Ms. Euden's mouth, as if she was praying for forgiveness and blessings from the almighty human emperor.

Lady Euton has never been very fond of the Emperor of Mankind. She maintains a restrained and rational attitude, and even maintains a certain slight hostility towards the Lord of Mankind who descended from the sky and claimed to be Guilliman's biological father.

Especially after learning about Angron's experience, Lady Euden feared more than once that if King Konor had not found Guilliman, then this baby who fell from the sky would have encountered the same terrible nightmare.

Even if Guilliman would not become her adopted son under that scenario, Lady Euden still could not accept such a cruel future.

"Luo Bao is still alive, it's all because of luck, if a bullet hits his vital point, then -"

Luo Xi didn't know how to comfort a heartbroken mother. The primarchs were not immortal. As long as the conditions and methods were right, they would be killed.

Like Ferrus or Angron, only superstitious people would believe that the Primarchs are immortal gods.

Macragge was placed under full martial law amid the alarm of the Primarch's assassination, and the tense situation was even more serious than when the traitors' Shadow Crusade was heading straight for Macragge.

Fortunately, Lady Udon and Dolro Yingjie have the situation under control, and everyone is waiting for the awakening of the true Lord of Macragge.

(End of this chapter)