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

Chapter 283 You bring shame to the Emperor

The Emperor's Son...

Even the prophet Uslan did not expect that a crack connecting to the subspace would appear in the abyss left by the sacred tree Eva.

He mobilized his spiritual power and tried to close the crack, but the strong spiritual energy impact was like a drop in the ocean. The crack greedily devoured some of Uslan's spiritual energy and expanded even more.

The prophet's expression quickly turned extremely bad. He knew very well that these superhuman warriors who were originally human beings had fallen into the arms of the hungry lady.

After their Primarch Fulgrim was corrupted by the Blade of the Dead, it was only natural that this perfectionist Legion was corrupted by Slaanesh.

"Traitors to the Emperor's Children. For the Emperor! Kill them all!"

Roche roared as soon as he came to his senses, but Hill's command came faster. Many Extreme Marines immediately raised their bolters and plasma guns and launched fierce shooting at the traitor of the Emperor's Children who rushed out of the warp rift.

They didn't know why these damn traitors were here, but it didn't matter.

The important thing is - they are dead!

However, those destructive bombs disappeared without a trace after penetrating the hazy pink and purple light. Instead, more traitors from the Third Legion appeared beside the first Emperor's Children who appeared in the outside world.

They still wore their original armor, and even the decorations and markings on their bodies had not changed.

However, the original holy and elegant temperament with the Sky Eagle on it turned into a dizzying sense of charming decadence. Some of the Astartes of the Emperor's Sons were covered with horrifying decorations similar to human skin and bones, and all kinds of twisted flesh and blood creatures were entangled in the power armor, which was chilling.

"Elves, look what we found, hehe..."

A traitor chuckled. Most of them held a short, thick, and bloated tubular weapon in their hands. A large number of complex wires and cables extended from the weapon to the power armor. These weapons were decorated with human skin, tendons, and braided hair with a strong bloody smell.

"And our stupid cousins, the false emperor's lackeys. I'm starting to get excited."

Bursts of strange laughter and whispers rang out from the warriors whose colors were mixed with violet and pink. They did not have any of the discipline and seriousness that belonged to Space Marines. Instead, they looked like a group of vulgar musicians who had just finished a performance.

The auspicious instrument continued to read the number of the Emperor's Children who appeared, ten, twenty, a hundred, until the six hundred and sixty-sixth Emperor's Son Astartes appeared in the ancestral land of the Savage Eldar, and the number stopped rising.

Among the traitors, the one who was clustered in the middle was a tall Space Marine with a distorted and terrifying appearance. His sparse long white hair was dry and dull, scattered on both sides of his head. His two gray eyes had no trace of pupils, and were now rolling around in his dry eye sockets.

The most horrifying thing was the bloody scar on the other person's neck. The ugly stitches connected the head and chest. The twisted and deformed flesh and blood were chaotically connected together, appearing extremely stiff and ugly.

"It's Eidolon of the Emperor's Children, the damned traitor!"

The first to recognize the opponent's identity was not the Ultramarines, but the White Scars who were closest. When the son of Chagatai shouted the opponent's name in anger, all the Astartes of the Fifth Legion, including Guntura, went crazy.

The primitive fighting desire in the White Scar's genes erupted instantly, and his obsession with war was activated.

Their beloved Qiexue Lord Qin Xia died in Eidolon's despicable sneak attack.

"Oh... White Scar, I still remember how Qin Xia fell to the ground with serious injuries. Haha, are you planning to avenge him?"

"Qin Xia is just a weakling. He is not worthy of being my enemy."

Among the traitors of the Emperor's Children, Eidolon saluted and teased the loyalists in front of him.

It was an extremely profane ritual, filled with a sense of strangeness and distortion. "Our meeting was merely an accident. In reality, those tender and delicious Eldar were our true goal. The Great Lord of Pleasure sent us here to bring Him the most wonderful feast for the soul."

Eidolon's voice was like the roar of a broken bellows, with a half-dead and morbid feeling.

The purple-gold paint on the opponent's ceramic steel armor was soaked in dirty blood, and the huge fishy smell mixed together and melted into a weird blood-red.

Roxi noticed that apart from those Emperor's children who remained relatively normal and had clean armor, the most common people around Eidolon were some strange creatures with curled up bodies, a large number of deformed tissues, and countless tubes connecting their bodies and weapons.

"Those are noise warriors, a corrupted form of the Emperor's Children. Beware of their noise weapons, which are completely different from the enemies we usually encounter."

Because of Qin Xia's death, the White Scars remembered the enemy's characteristics firmly to avoid falling into the same trap again.

This valuable information was spread among the Space Marines through the communication channels, and everyone knew that the sonic weapons in the hands of the other side could release deadly infrasonic roars.

"You have brought shame upon the Emperor. How dare you call yourself the Son of the Emperor? Wearing the Imperial Skyhawk, you despicable traitors should go to Purgatory and accept endless torture."

Gantula's long sword activated the decomposition force field, and the furious White Scars fell into an extremely cold state. They had no sadness or joy, only a surge of murderous intent in their hearts that was waiting to be released.

Eidolon holds a power hammer called "Eternal Glory". In the past, because of his superb skills, he was once known as the "Hammer of Golden Light", but now all the glory has disappeared with betrayal.

Hearing the loyalists' questions, Eidolon laughed nervously. The sutures on his neck continued to ooze pus and blood, and a large pool of loose, hypertrophic skin swelled up, breathing continuously like a strange air bag.

"Kill them and take back the Eldar for the Lord of Pleasure."

"Sweet souls, I can't wait to suck their brains dry."

The order to attack was imminent, and Roche had not expected that the final negotiations with the Savage Eldar would turn into an encounter. There were only about four hundred Ultramarines present, plus two hundred White Scars, and the number of people was almost the same as the enemy.

Those screaming and running Emperor's children had completely lost the discipline of the elite army of the past. Instead, they were like a group of hungry drug addicts rushing towards something that could make them ascend to heaven.

Eidolon rushed to the front, swinging his power hammer, and the fierce power field slammed heavily into the chest armor of a White Scar warrior.

Although the Chief Archon of the Emperor's Children Legion was not the most capable among them, he still possessed superb martial arts and combat experience. His power hammer blocked the White Scar's attack almost in a playful manner, and then hit the opponent's helmet at a tricky angle.

The Emperor's Children Legion was originally known for its skills, and they pursued perfection in every detail.

Every time the power hammer is swung, there is hardly any sound of breaking through the air. The special way and technique of exerting force ensures that air resistance will not weaken the accumulation of kinetic energy, making his bombardment even more terrifying.

The fallen Emperor's son thought that the power hammer would give off the familiar feeling of tearing flesh, but there was only a low roar, and the power hammer seemed to have hit something that was indestructible, and it trembled and bounced away.

But the White Scar was not feeling well either. Eidolon's current strength had exceeded the overload of the buffer system. He suddenly felt dizzy and had to slow down.

"Such a hard armor? Is it useful?"

"Try this!"

Horrifying infrasound waves gushed out from the crack in Eidolon's throat. The waves of sound visible to the naked eye completely enveloped the white scar. The psychic screams instantly caused blood to spurt from the warrior's ears and nose, and he fell to the ground trembling.

(End of this chapter)