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

Chapter 157 Planetary Dock
"Please follow the instructions and dock the warship at the designated airport."

In the busy space of Macragge, a dilapidated fleet, under the guidance of the navigator, started the secondary engines and sailed at a low speed.

Captain Gantula of the White Scars Legion stood outside the porthole of the bridge, staring at the huge monster in front of him with sharp eyes.

In the orbit of the forge world called Mustafa, there was a macroscopic creature the size of a satellite floating and moving.

"That thing is made of metal, I'm sure of it." The Iron Hand at the side said with certainty.

Gantula just silently looked at the metal satellite that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him, and the readings detected by the bird servant next to him showed that the diameter of the thing in front of him was more than 3400 kilometers.

Their fleet, which had gone through hardships to cross the warp storm, seemed as small as ants in front of this behemoth, a celestial-level man-made object.

"Is this the rumored secret weapon of the Ultramarines? The battle planet called Amatra?"

Information between the legions has never been blocked, and even rumors spread much faster than official notifications.

The legionaries who arrived in the Macragge system collected all the information they could get, and they were shocked by the brilliant achievements made by the Ultramarines in the eastern part of the galaxy.

The Battle of Calth shattered the enemy's ambition to launch a surprise attack on the XIII Legion, the Battle of Amatra thwarted the Shadow Crusade launched by the enemy, and even miraculously beheaded the traitor Primarch Angron in the war.

Although the events of Nuceria were blocked by the Ultramarines, everyone was still able to analyze what happened on Angron's home planet from the rumors.

Among them, what surprised these assembled legion warriors the most, apart from the brand new power armor, was the famous battle planet Amaterra.

It was this planet-level void fortress that destroyed most of the traitors' space navy forces.

The feat of destroying the Abyss Fury-class battleship Lady Blessed with a single shot is enough to be sung and remembered by everyone.

"Of course not, sir. The battle planet Amaterra is no more than 800 kilometers in diameter. The giant in front of us is much larger than it." The navigator sent by the Ultramarines Legion responded to White Scar's doubts.

His face was full of pride and his strong self-confidence was almost beyond words.

The battle planet Amaterra, which has made great achievements in battle, has long been known to people throughout the Macragge galaxy as the propaganda machine has been fully activated.

They knew that this invincible void fortress protected their lives and the safety of their homes and was enough to defeat all invading enemies.

Gantula stared at the navigator who seemed a little fanatical with interest.

They fought across the galaxy and saw too many worlds crying and burning under the iron hoofs of the rebels.

Those who have suffered trauma in the war are either numb and ignorant, or have left deep psychological trauma. Whenever the war is mentioned, they will subconsciously feel fear and helplessness.

Although some people are full of hatred and revenge, that is a counterattack out of despair, an obsession to die together after all hope has been lost.

Only the people of Macragge had almost 100% confidence in facing the rebels.

They truly believed that the Lord of Ultramar and the Ultramarines could protect them, or in other words, even if they met with an accident, Guilliman would definitely avenge them completely.

"In the galaxy burning in darkness, there is actually a piece of heaven and earth like this that can withstand the storm."

"The Lord of Limits is indeed a great being. The rebels fear his power, so they create a destructive storm to isolate him from the battlefield."

The fleet drew ever closer to the majestic metallic satellite. Soon, through the ship's portholes, all they could see was the complex, silvery-white surface of the planet, gleaming with starlight. A sense of suffocation naturally rose within White Scar, the inevitable sense of oppression that comes with approaching a massive, man-made celestial body.

His two reinforced hearts thumped, pumping more oxygen-rich blood.

When their ship approached, it seemed more like a metallic object of unknown size was rushing towards them.

Is this the Ultramarines' airport? Can this thing really be described as an airport?

If White Scar had not been warned ahead of time that they would be docked inside the man-made giant structure before them, he might have imagined that it was some hidden secret weapon of the Thirteenth Legion.

A space station, a void fortress, or an ancient relic dug out from somewhere.

What Guntura didn't know was that because of the bloody lesson of Calth, any warship not equipped by the Thirteenth Legion could not approach Macragge's low-Earth orbit.

In addition, all transport ships and Rogue Traders' merchant ships must conduct complete signal communication every 20 seconds in Macragge's airspace. Once they are unable to contact each other, the weapon arrays spread across orbital space will immediately open fire without mercy.

The lesson of the Campanile will always be remembered by the Thirteenth Legion. A small transport ship almost destroyed half of the legion.

The fleet of White Scar passed through the energy shields suspended on the surface of the metal planet. The crystal blue energy shields were penetrated lightly like a thin film, and inside, the magnificent and huge airports were ready.

"My Khan, what are these air ports for? Even the Queen of Glory class battleships are far from being able to fill up the space here, right?"

Guntula exclaimed in his heart that Chagatai's son's energy-cultivation skills, which remained calm and unchanging when he saw Tairan collapse in front of him, were challenged.

Because the size of those airports, according to visual estimation, is at least over 200 kilometers, and some of the orbital docks where they have docked are even only this big.

In other words, the skyport here is large enough to accommodate some ordinary Imperial orbital docks.

This is as outrageous as a parking space being crammed into an entire standard parking lot.

"If the Ultramarines are not doing this for the sake of a so-called vanity project, then at least it can be said that their warships are worthy of such a large airport."

"My friend, I am beginning to doubt the Ultramarines. What happened to our cousins? Based on our past cooperation records, their largest warship is only the Macragge's Glory."

The Iron Hands had already tightly gripped his mechanical prosthesis. Although they were still in mourning for Ferrus Malus, the Tenth Legion, which loved technology the most, could not help but be shocked by the man-made miracle before their eyes.

"Who built this thing? It's as big as the moon, and it's made of steel."

At this moment, the battleship's engine has completely shut down, and the reactor is reducing its output power under the control of the technical priest.

Gantula felt the hull vibrate slightly, and then he was lifted up by a pair of big hands and dragged into the right position accurately and efficiently.

"Welcome to the Hera Space Dock, my lords. Your ship will be repaired and maintained here."

The navigator bowed and saluted, then stepped into the opened airtight hatch and left the White Scar's ship in a small sealed aircraft.

Gantula and Cleaver looked at each other. Are these Macragge people just going to ignore them?
"It seems that they have tacitly agreed that we can wander around freely. If that's the case, then there's no need for us to refuse."

The casualness and unrestrained nature of the Chogorians were clearly revealed at this moment. Gantula and his fighting brothers left their warship and stepped onto the airtight passage leading to the interior of the planet's dock.

(End of this chapter)