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

Chapter 273 First, it is a hammer (Please subscribe)
The interior of the base is intricate and complex. Without a map to guide it, it is theoretically impossible for an invader to reach the room where Vulkan is.

Various patrol checkpoints, automatic defense machine guns, emergency alarm systems...

That is the place with the highest defense level and the safest place in the entire base.

But today the invaders are agents of the Cabal, whose psychic powers make the impossible possible.

John's psychic reading ability allowed him to feel Vulkan's painful heart while he was in a stagnant state, so he followed the guidance of the pain and found the right direction.

By using psychic reading on the mortals in some bases, one can know the operating conditions of most defense systems.

His empathy and telepathy ability continuously read Vulkan's pain. He looked troubled and moved forward with difficulty, holding his head with both hands. The Word Bearer Narek, who had been following him silently, gave him a hand at the right time.

"Here he is, we found him."

After searching the base for half an hour, the three finally found the room where Vulkan was.

Even though the base commander mobilized other guard forces, there were still two Extreme Warriors guarding the door of this room. These were two elite veterans wearing strong interaction force armor. Narek was well aware of the horror of this kind of enemy.

Ordinary attacks have no effect on them at all. It can be said that in terms of physical strength, these warriors have almost no enemies.

Only devastating bombardment beyond capacity or psychic attack could knock them down and kill them quickly.

Originally they would have acted together with a group of Untouchables, like the Emperor's most trusted army: the Emperor's Claws, the same physically invincible Custodians who would fight together with the Sisters of Silence.

Fortunately, they had the help of John, who implanted some carefully woven details in the brains of these two veterans of the Extreme Marines in order to divert the two veterans.

"Everyone go to the surface immediately and kill that Warp Daemon."

The veteran Extreme Marine hesitated for a moment. According to past practice, the two of them would remain stationed at their posts even if a massive war broke out outside.

Seeing that the Extreme Warriors were unmoved, John couldn't help but feel anxious, and immediately began to put some extremely obscure psychological hints into their brains.

If there is an extra incompatible memory in the brain, the strictly trained Space Marines will be able to detect the abnormality and realize that someone has interfered with their memory.

John could only nervously look through the more impressive memories in their minds so that he could perfectly weave false memories and lure away these two difficult tough guys.

Let me see, what do you care about most...what do you fear most?
The thoughts of the Extreme Warriors are actually not that complicated. Nineteen genetic modification operations have erased most of their complex emotions. They are not as sentimental as mortals, and they have various different desires.

They have no interest in material enjoyment. Apart from day-to-day training, they only have memories of battles and killings, slaughtering aliens and suppressing rebels. In their hearts, they have only loyalty to the Emperor and the Primarch.

Soon, however, John discovered some useful memories.

Lion Ryan.

The Ultramarines were extremely wary of the Primarch of the First Legion. Just as the Dark Angels had always been suspicious of the Ultramarines, they were also deeply wary of these uninvited guests.

John also implanted a memory around this point.

He had to stimulate the most sensitive point in the hearts of the Extreme Warriors so that they would leave their posts.

To do this, he had to make some exaggerated modifications to the Dark Angel's memory.

"What, those Dark Angels shot down Master Guilliman's airship?!"

"Sure enough, I knew it, these bastards! They are hidden traitors! We shouldn't have taken them in!"

A scene emerged in their minds. After hearing the news, Guilliman came in person to support them in destroying the Warp Demon, but was ambushed by the Dark Angels on the way. The hypocritical Lion stopped him. The Warp Demon was actually the bait they released in order to lure out the Primarch.

This explains everything. When Lord Guilliman was assassinated, the commander naturally had to summon all living forces to fight against the demons in the Warp and the Dark Angels who were hiding their evil ambitions.

The Dark Angels are not loyal!

When the Gene Father was attacked, the two could no longer bear it and immediately activated their power armor and rushed to the surface with superhuman reaction speed.

The rumble of the heavy power armor on the ground was getting farther and farther away.

Under mental suggestion, the extremely anxious Ultramarines did not notice that there were two mortals and an Astartes of the Word Bearers hiding outside the corridor.

"Well, they were finally transferred away, but luckily it was a close call." "But I didn't expect that Ryan's image in the hearts of these Ultramarines is so bad?"

John wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Excessive use of his abilities caused him to be slightly overdrawn. However, he had no time to rest now, as Vulkan's stasis device was right in front of him.

"quick!"

The three of them immediately rushed into the room, and Narek was so considerate as to lock the heavy adamantine door.

"Kill Vulkan quickly." Damon's voice was a little hoarse. They were about to change history again and push their own race to the brink of destruction.

He instinctively felt some resistance and disgust, but the habits he had developed over tens of thousands of years forced him to follow the esoteric teachings.

It's like a baby elephant tied to a stake. When it grows up, even if it has the strength to break free easily, it will never think of breaking free.

He has been tamed, mentally enslaved by a race of aliens who want to destroy humanity.

The closer he got to Vulkan, the greater the mental shock John endured. Although Vulkan's body was imprisoned in a stasis state, his consciousness was everywhere, and the Primarch's powerful soul was filled with rage.

"Shut up!" John turned around and roared. He was already ignited by Vulkan's anger.

"If you want to pierce this lightning stone short spear into his body, you must first close this stasis state. Are you ready to face a primarch who has fallen into a state of madness?"

Narek swallowed his saliva, which was rare. Ever since he was tasked with killing Lorga, he thought he would never be afraid of anything again.

But when he saw Vulkan in stasis, the flames burning in his eyes and the hideous expression on his face, he had to admit that he was frightened for a moment.

The Fire Dragon Lord, in his rage, had a different kind of fear, as if the endless volcanoes on Nocturne were constantly being torn apart by the gravity of celestial bodies.

"Just do it. He is unarmed and wears no armor. What are we afraid of?" Damon said disdainfully. He pointed the two Eldar Star Dart pistols in his hands at Vulkan's head.

The moment the stasis field is closed, he will use up all the crystal ammunition in the Star Dart Pistol, and thousands of extremely sharp single-molecule sheets will easily cut Vulkan's head into countless pieces.

Damon had strong confidence that his Shuriken pistol would never miss at this distance. Moreover, Vulkan was never good at speed. The Lord of Fire Dragons was perhaps the most cumbersome of all the Primarchs.

To sum up, the advantage lies with me.

When John heard this, he gritted his teeth and pulled down the energy switch of the stasis position.

The machine that was emitting a faint humming sound suddenly stopped, and the dark blue time-stopping field gradually began to dissipate. Damon pulled the trigger cleanly, and thousands of bullets that were sharper than razors flew towards Vulkan's head.

The flying star darts slowed down in a static state that had not yet completely stopped, and slowly came to the eyes of the Fire Dragon Lord in a state visible to the naked eye.

However, what was faster than the star darts was the Primarch. Vulkan, who had been as still as a statue, disappeared in an instant.

Among the three people present, not even the two Immortals with psychic perception, or the Word Bearer Narek who had undergone enhanced surgery, noticed any signs.

When they came to their senses, Vulkan had already appeared in another corner of the room, and his speed was almost like teleportation.

"Damn! How can he be so fast! Isn't Vulkan not good at speed?" Damon cursed, and all his attacks missed.

"You are unarmed, so please die, Vulkan."

Before Damon finished his words, the dark Vulkan stretched out his right hand and shook it towards the void. A huge war hammer instantly tore open a crack in the warp and fell into his hand like a young swallow returning to its nest.

"This hammer also has a warp transmission beacon." This thought emerged in Narek's mind.

"It's the Dawnbringer."

A Primarch without weapons and a Primarch with weapons are two completely different concepts.

Vulkan held his most powerful hammer, Dawnbringer, in his hand. The hammer fell with him, but it fell in a different place from him, so the Ultramarines did not find it.

But at the call of Vulkan's soul, it came, the machine soul of the hammer roared in joy, making a surging sound, and this sound made the three of them feel like falling into an icy cave.

Yes, this hammer is a teleportation beacon, but first and foremost, it is a hammer.

　I wish all my book friends a happy Qixi Festival
　　
　
(End of this chapter)