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

Chapter 180 Showing off Muscles
Guilliman paced back and forth in the room, his sixth sense giving him a frantic warning that he must take action rather than just sit there and wait for death.

His good brothers must also be thinking about how to give him a warning.

"I have to show off my muscles to my brother, lest that Caliban man do something irrational. I can also take this opportunity to boost the morale of the people. What do you think of holding a grand military parade in the military square of Macragge's capital?"

Roboute waved his fist and spoke passionately, while looking at Luo Xi hoping to get his opinion.

"That sounds great. Which troops are you going to select for the parade?"

With the current military strength of the Ultramarines, even that grand military plaza cannot accommodate too many troops.

The damage caused by the Shadow Crusade to the Extreme Marines has gradually faded. This giant war machine that spans most of the Extreme Star Field and has been fully operational is converting its potential into visible and tangible strength every minute and every second.

Mustafa Forge World would report production logs to him at regular intervals, and those massive amounts of industrial products would never be at risk of stagflation because production would never keep up with the growth rate of demand.

"First, my Ever-Victorious Army Guards. If I hurry up and gather them together, I can probably put together a 10,000-man force."

"My proudest offspring, my personal guards are able to break through the five-digit mark."

As Luo Xi listened, his eyelids twitched and he began to ponder.

The Ever-Victorious are the elite troops among the Ultramarines and are the Primarch's guards. Troops of this level in other legions have at most a few hundred or a thousand.

The more famous Primarch guards include the Phoenix Guard of the Emperor's Children, the Gastlin Terminators, the guards of the traitorous Warmaster, and the Sanguinius's Blood Guards, all of whom are the most powerful warriors in the legion.

Isn't it a bit outrageous that you can easily take out tens of thousands of victorious soldiers?

Moreover, these victorious soldiers are not ordinary Space Marines. They are all equipped with the most advanced Star-type Terminator power armor produced by Mustafar. They are the node products that have been finally formed after several iterations. They are completely different from the Terminator armor of other legions.

"Secondly, it is our outstanding mortal auxiliary army. These brave mortals have proven their value and strength in the Shadow Crusade. We can take this opportunity to boost the morale of the army. I will mobilize the most elite Ultramar auxiliary army to participate in the parade."

"The Mechanicus-Mustafar Community will also send their Skitarii and Titan Legion. I need them to show their presence to the greatest extent. Nothing is more suitable than Titans."

Although Roche was shocked by Guilliman's mentality of showing off the Titan Machine as a toy, the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds did have the ability and confidence to do so.

Five hundred worlds ago, an alliance was signed with eight large forge worlds, and they would provide support for Guilliman's operations.

Not to mention the production base on Mustafar, where the most important production sequence is the production of Titan machines.

From small war dogs to the largest Emperor-class Titans, Mustafar has a complete production chain.

These giant war vehicles inherited from the dark technological age of mankind are undoubtedly the kings of the ground battlefield. In the absence of the threat of orbital strikes, it is often only Titans that can fight Titans.

"By the way, let's take this opportunity to show off those relic technologies that you mentioned earlier that were recovered from the database." Guilliman turned his head to look at Roche, his eyes full of the meaning of "stop pretending and take them out quickly."

The Lord of Limits could not wait to give his brother a little shock.

Roche didn't care. It was rare for Guilliman to be so eager to show off, so he gave him a little push.

After all, his real body is still in Sosa, and he and the war blacksmith are working overtime every day to crack the Pharos. Perhaps by then they can use Pharos' projection ability to observe on the spot.

This is a rare grand scene. The Extreme Warriors and the Dark Angels will definitely flex their muscles against each other before the encounter in order to intimidate each other and demonstrate their own strength.

Speaking of Dantioch, Roche slapped his head. This guy seemed to say that he had something to report to Guilliman.

This Iron Warrior who defected to the Lord of the Ultimates, after receiving Guilliman's 100% attention and praise, worked with a completely desperate attitude. He had already accumulated a number of results and was just waiting for the opportunity to report to the Primarch.

On the planet Sosa, Roxi also greeted Dantioch who was still working hard.

"You have been waiting for an opportunity. Now it is here. Go and show your skills to Guilliman."

The Warsmith was bewildered. This veteran, steeled from head to toe, checked his appearance with a moment's hesitation to see if he had lost his composure. Then, activating Pharos's projection ability, he projected himself into the Primarch's office. "My Lord," Dantioch said, his back straight as a metal pole.

"You are here, our hero Dantioch." Guilliman waved at the projection, and the warsmith immediately took a few steps forward with some restraint.

"Come closer, not so far away." Guilliman continued to wave, melting the cold-outside-hot-inside steel in front of him with an extraordinary enthusiasm.

"I'm sorry, I can't leave Macragge. I see your contributions and efforts." He held Dantioch's hand, full of seriousness and solemnity.

"The Ultramarines will hold a meeting and parade with the Dark Angels, and your name will be included throughout the ceremony, I promise."

"Although Sosa's secrets cannot be revealed yet, your exploits will be sung by everyone, and everyone will remember you, the unyielding and loyal iron warrior: Warsmith Dantioch."

Luo Xi looked at Dantioch and saw that he was trembling slightly. The expression under the iron mask of this veteran with an indestructible will had already gone out of control.

But he still maintained his image and demeanor on the surface.

"Duty lies, my lord."

The Warsmith appeared calm on the surface, but he secretly vowed in his heart that he must work harder and make more contributions to live up to Lord Roboute's high expectations.

This is the charm of the Lord of the Limits. Even if someone is a member of the rebel army, he has the courage and ability to make use of him.

Just then, the voice of Titus Prieto came from outside the door.

The director of the think tank came with a request for an audience.

"My lord, Captain Alexis Polux of the Imperial Fists requests a meeting with you."

The Librarian saw the projection of Dantioch beside the Primarch and added another sentence.

"He came to you because of this blacksmith."

Guilliman waved his hand and asked his trusted Librarian to bring in Pollux.

As the Fist of the Empire, which was as huge as a giant, entered the room, Dantioch beside Roche visibly tensed up.

He could sense the blacksmith's nervousness and restlessness.

Polux nodded in salute to the Primarch, then focused his attention entirely on the Warsmith's face.

And Dantioch was also staring at the son of Dorne intently, and there was a strong smell of tension between the two of them.

"Captain," said Dantioch.

"The Warsmith," Polux answered.

The son of Dorn turned his gaze back to Guilliman. "My lord, that is why I have come. Please allow me to have a conversation with the warsmith."

Roche looked with interest at this pair of opposing warriors, the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors, one loyal and one traitor, but now both gathered in Macragge.

He is looking forward to what sparks will fly between the two.

Even without knowing Polux beforehand, Dantioch was well aware of the intentions of this suddenly appearing Imperial Fists captain: he came for the Iron Warriors.

This is the tacit understanding between the two legions, which can also be called struggle experience.

The Warsmith did not give it too much thought, for he was well aware of the sensitivity of his identity. If this Imperial Fist treated him kindly, he would instead feel horrified and strange.

(End of this chapter)