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

Chapter 186 Titan God Machine Departure
A torrent of heavy armor slowly passed by. The thick armor with a metallic luster, the thick metal gun barrels, and the exhaust fumes that smelled of refined promethium stimulated every mortal who watched from a close distance.

The auxiliary soldiers wearing elite armor have become accustomed to fighting together with the steel torrent. Most of the time they work together in infantry and tank coordination to maximize the advantages of both sides.

They proudly accept the attention from the people, which is the honor they deserve. The Primarch remembers them, the people remember them, and these forces composed of mortals are the most tenacious cornerstone of the Five Hundred Worlds.

"Dad, I also want to be an auxiliary soldier of Ultramar in the future!"

In the crowd, a child riding on his father's shoulders pointed at the huge metal beasts spewing black smoke and spoke to his father in a childish voice.

The man who heard this immediately lifted his child higher. He squeezed in with the fanatical crowd and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Long live Guilliman!"

A tide of shouts reached the sky above the Titan's Gate, and Roxi saw that Guilliman's face looked a little embarrassed.

He quipped, "It seems your people agree with you. Long live Guilliman. What an inspiring cry."

"I am the Emperor's son, and I serve the Imperium!" Guilliman responded.

Roboute looked at the surging crowd below and the troops being reviewed with great pride. This was his empire. Although he had never admitted it, he had always been proud of it.

But Guilliman’s response obviously did not convince Roche. Everything is for the Empire, but which Empire is it for?

He couldn't help but stroke the stubble on his chin. Would everything be more interesting if he pushed Guilliman to the position of Emperor of the Second Empire?

Obviously everyone wanted Guilliman to ascend the throne and become the monarch of the Second Empire, but he refused to agree.

Guilliman is still not shameless enough and cruel enough. Perhaps forcing him a little more might have a miraculous effect.

Following behind the mixed infantry-tank mechanized forces were the big guys of the Mechanicum. The mechanics guys on the forge world of Mustafar were also asked by the Primarch to send troops of sufficient size to show their strength to the outside world.

The old fellow Buckle Dylan was also quite sensible. More than fifty affiliated knight families drove their knight mechas to the military square. These tall steel mechas were all driven by members of the knight families themselves, and they also swore allegiance to the Mechanicus and the Primarch.

And above the sky, there were bursts of air explosions, and twenty-four strangely shaped fighter planes flew across the clear sky, leaving long white wakes behind them.

"That's the Tengu mecha. I'll let them show off." Luo Xi looked up. Those white scars had squeezed the Tengu to its limits. The fanatical Chogorians pushed the engine to the maximum without any scruples. The roaring sonic boom cloud was like thunder.

Under the command of the leading Tengu, this formation of Tengu mechas performed complex maneuvers in the air, made their signature sharp-angle turns, and dived towards the ground at high speed.

There was a sudden burst of exclamations from the crowd on the ground. No one knew what was going on. Did an accident occur during the military parade?

The diving Tengu mecha was almost beyond the limit of what the human eye could capture. The Chogoris in the cockpit screamed and communicated with the machine spirit. Relying on the almost limit speed of nerve reflexes and the excellent performance of the mecha, it completed the transformation almost dangerously before hitting the ground.

In just a blink of an eye, the Tengu mecha that was just soaring in the sky has landed. The anti-gravity engine was pushed to the maximum, and the body of the mecha was deforming and reversing while skimming across the marble on the ground. The exploding gas blew up the dust, and it turned into a human form floating above the ground.

The more than eight-meter-tall Tengu mecha was integrated with the mechas of the Knight family, but compared to those slightly clumsy-looking knights, the Tengu mecha showed amazing maneuverability and flexibility.

The leading mecha opened the cockpit door, and the other Tengu behind it opened them as well. Luo Xi saw the faces of White Scar Captain Gantula and the new recruit named Qin Xin.

"The sky belongs to the Empire, for the Emperor!"

The Tengu loudspeakers released their own battle roar, and the screams of the civilians who had never seen such a scene became even more fanatical.

What did they see? A knight mecha that could transform?
Able to soar through the heavens or descend directly from the air to the ground, annihilating all enemies with terrifying firepower. Even mortals without any military training knew the value of such highly maneuverable weapons on the battlefield. With just a call for support, the Tengu, previously patrolling the skies, would descend upon the battlefield.

The reviewing troops that had passed through the Titan's Gate earlier headed northwards to the shield wall surrounding the fortress area. On the steep wall that looked like a natural mountain range, the majestic silhouette of Hera Castle could be seen.

The peaks of Hera's Crown reach straight into the sky, and a dark green color can be vaguely seen.

The Labernis River runs through the west, gleaming like crystal glass in the sunlight.

The war horns from the Titan Theological Society resonated, and the last of the behemoths finally appeared on the military square.

They were representatives from the eight Titan Legions allied with Guilliman, although these did not include the newly formed Solar Titan Legion on Mustafar.

Most of them come from the forge worlds of Tigrus and Acatlan, both of which are ancient forge worlds with extremely strong industrial strength.

The smallest Warhound-class Titan Guard is at the outermost edge of the Titan array, twenty-five meters tall, with its power core placed on the back of the Predator-class Titan taking its own steps.

Under the control of the pilot, the divine machine moves in an orderly manner.

The engine is roaring, and the exquisite fitting and transmission of the giant gears allow power to flow to every corner of the divine machine.

The black smoke released by the refined promethium shrouded the Titans in a veil of illusion, as if they had come out of a myth.

The Adeptus Mechanicus assembled more than forty Titan machines in a small military square.

The largest number of Warlord-class Titans are equipped with six void shield generators, and those thick adamantium armor. The volcanic cannons they are armed with are enough to turn a city into a sea of ​​fire. They pass by people's eyes like moving high-rise buildings.

Mortals can only see their ankles. These Titans have entered human cities, and everything around them is as small as toys.

But no one screamed for the Warlord-class Titan, because the real behemoth Emperor-class Titan had already attracted all the attention.

This largest ground vehicle in the Empire's sequence is the absolute king. On its back is a Gothic-style church that looks like a small city. With a height of over 150 meters, it is like a freely moving mountain.

Every step the Emperor-class Titan takes is on the solid ground created by the field generator. If it were ordinary rocky ground, these behemoths would sink directly into the soft soil and rock layers and be unable to move.

Unlike those small and medium-sized Titans, this Sovereign-class Emperor Titan is not equipped with any melee weapons. Its weapon array only includes Plasma Annihilators and Hellstorm Cannons, and there are twelve Void Shields to provide protection for it.

"What a grand occasion! A military parade once in a while can really boost everyone's morale."

Roche was also shocked by the grand and epic feeling of the Emperor-class Titans walking. These giant bipedal machines are deadly weapons of destruction. In front of them, one can really feel the insignificance of flesh and blood.

And the instinctive worship that humans have for giants.

Guilliman's sight began to extend from the Emperor-class Titan. The time was almost here.

His brave and warlike brother is about to arrive, and the current situation in the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar will usher in a turning point.

There are only eighteen Primarchs in the vast galaxy, and two of them will meet today. This is a great event that will have an impact on the situation in the galaxy.

(End of this chapter)