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

Chapter 287 I am the Crow of Mourning
"Unusual casualties have occurred, red alert."

Commander Hill was keenly aware of the slightest changes on the battlefield. The display screen in front of him was constantly refreshing the battlefield dynamics, the most important of which was the life status of those Astartes.

He can simultaneously control the deployment of troops across the entire battlefield, knowing where the enemy is particularly difficult and requires more support; and where the Space Marines have suffered fatal injuries, he can continue to provide support and help from pharmacists.

And now, he was horrified to find that the Space Marines on a fringe battlefield were showing unusual signs of casualties.

In just over ten minutes, more than ten Astartes had been killed, including White Scars, Ultramarines, and even an Iron Hand who was providing long-range fire support in the rear.

"How did the Iron Hands who stayed behind the battlefield die? Strange, this is very strange."

But then the signals that flooded in like a tide in the communication channel answered his doubts. The Space Marines and mortals were horrified to find that after killing the enemy, their warriors began to distort and melt, and turned into the appearance of the dead enemy.

This death plague is constantly spreading, and any enemy who kills him will be reborn in his body.

The Astartes saw with anger the faces of some familiar comrades, who were in extreme pain, struggling and floating above the malicious armor.

They once trained together, saved each other's lives, drank and talked about their ideals after killing all the traitors, but now everything is gone.

They defeated the enemy, but the enemy was reborn in their bodies in unimaginable and strange ways.

This is unparalleled blasphemy and unforgivable hatred.

"That is evil psychic witchcraft. These traitors who have thrown themselves into the arms of the Warp are best at using this method." Luo Xi said.

As soon as the battle began, he evacuated to the rear and began to mobilize the defense facilities of the war base and the warships in the sky to support the front.

A psychic channel opened up beside him, and Uslan, with battlefield smoke still on his body, stepped out of it.

"That enemy is not ordinary. He is the favorite of the evil god. I can sense the extremely strong favor from him."

"Lucius of the Emperor's Children. I have seen his existence in the prophecy. It was he who slaughtered the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard Legions in the massacre of Isstvan V."

Uslan took off his helmet. He couldn't confront Lucius head-on.

"I'm sorry, when we, the Eldar, face the followers of Prince Pleasure, our strength will be suppressed to an extremely low level. Even I can't wipe out Lucius." Uslan apologized, "Especially since the evil god is paying some attention to him. Once I get close, He will find me."

Luo Xi nodded, indicating that he understood Uslan's predicament. It would be too difficult for the elves to face the youngest god directly.

He also understood some details more deeply - that evil god of the Warp seemed to be a natural enemy of the Eldar, and it was even so outrageous that Uslan did not dare to confront him head-on.

The natural restraint of this attribute makes the Eldar extremely passive when facing the evil creatures of the Warp, but humans are different. At least they can still exert most of their strength when facing the enemy.

"Be careful of him. The Prince of Pleasure will not let his beloved toy die. Even if he is killed, Lucius will be resurrected from the person who killed him." Uslan told Luo Xi some information obtained by predicting the future.

"Unconditional resurrection? So perverted?" Luo Xi suddenly felt a headache after hearing the news.

Then how should they fight? Even if the enemy is killed, they will be resurrected in a very short time by taking over another's body. There is no way to fight them at all.

"That's not the case. The evil god's blessing is not so against the will of heaven. His resurrection is conditional." Uslan shook his head in denial.

"Lucius' resurrection is a kind of soul stealing. He was favored by the Prince of Pleasure, and it was the power of the evil god of the warp that gave him the privilege of rebirth—" Uslan said seriously, "Anyone who kills him with even a little bit of pleasure and satisfaction will become a soul plundered by his Soul Howling Armor."

Space Marines are also human beings. Although their emotions have been suppressed to an extreme by transformation surgery and long-term training, they still have emotions.

The desire for victory, the persistence for glory, the loyalty to the Emperor, the love for the Gene-Father...

It can be said that they are a group of genetically enhanced warriors who have gotten rid of vulgar interests. They do not have the greed for wealth, the obsession with food and drink, the need for lust, or the desire to control power that mortals have.

"What if it was an unconscious bombing that killed him?" Luo Xi caught a blind spot. What would happen if the person who killed Lucius was not even a human?

Uslan just sighed. How could the Prince of Joy leave such an obvious weakness?
"Then he will be reborn directly. As long as the evil god still favors him and his eyes are always on him, he will return infinitely."

Luo Xi took a deep breath. These ghost things in the subspace were really unreasonable.

So, who on their side can deal with this extremely tough and powerful enemy?
……

Nikon Sharokin roams the battlefield, lurking in the shadows, unseen by anyone.

When some of his battle brothers were caught in a bitter fight, Sharojin would appear from the shadows, his arrival so sudden that even the loyalists did not notice the intervention of the Raven. They would only see the traitors who were originally fighting suddenly frozen in place, their heads torn apart, or suddenly broken into pieces of flesh all over the ground.

Be it the manic and violent noise warriors, or the few traitors who still maintain the neat appearance of the original Emperor's children, or even the hell beasts whose minds are full of desire for destruction, they cannot stop Sharokin's footsteps.

He simply swung his C'tan phase sword or cast a deadly gauss beam from the shadows, and his enemies fell beside him.

He is the shadow of death, and wherever he goes, traitors die silently.

And now, the appearance of Lucius, who was causing huge casualties to the loyalists, undoubtedly attracted most of his attention.

Sharokin quickly attacked the enemy, and the dark power armor emerged from the shadows. Luo Xi used the most advanced technology for his friend, which was enough to block most scans.

Without a moment's hesitation, he clashed his swords and struck the enemy's vital points.

To his surprise, the invincible Star God Phase Sword did not cut off the opponent's blade when it hit the long sword that looked like an alien weapon, but only made a small dent.

Lucius' pale eyes suddenly turned and looked directly at the Raven Guard emerging from the shadows.

"Children of Corvas Corax... I remember you. In Isstvan V, I killed—" Lucius suddenly seemed to be stuck, and his whole body twitched as if he were epileptic. "I killed many of you, and you are next."

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Lucius, the flawless blade of the Prince of Pleasure..."

Muttering to himself, Lucius began to fight back with his Lar Blade. His tricky and vicious sword skills stabbed out like the fangs of a ferocious poisonous snake.

But Sharokin walked like a ghost, and the shadow steps inherited from the original body plus the breakthrough skills that Sharokin had gained through years of life and death experience made Lucius' sword moves miss.

How can it be?

Lucius, who was in a frenzy, suddenly showed an extremely surprised expression.

Lucius thought that his swordsmanship was unmatched, but his proud sword skills could not even scratch the enemy's mark.

Sharokin's ghostly steps made Lucius feel an unprecedented murderous intent. Although he was silent, a fatal attack could come at any time.

In his haste, Lucius's usual mockery and insults suddenly died down. He closed his mouth tightly, stared with eyes wide open, and integrated his muscles and mind as he tried to use his Laar Blade to chop off the head of the annoying Dark Crow.

But Sharokin is faster!

But in a blink of an eye, he was stabbed in the collarbone, heart and lungs, neck and spinal cord, leaving a deep and long scar on his handsome face, and even his bones were broken.

When the pain came slowly, Lucius realized that he had been stabbed by the sword, and he couldn't even realize where Sharokin's attack came from.

But the damage was not enough to kill him, the powerful Warp energy in his body blurred the absolute cutting of the Star God's phase sword.

Lucius swung his Whip of Torment in anger. This weapon, composed of small demonic entities and organs, carried powerful malice and had the effect of penetrating armor and attacking the soul directly.

However, Sharokin had already discovered this. An inch longer means an inch stronger, and an inch shorter means an inch more dangerous. Holding a power sword and a star god phase sword in his hands, he moved directly close to Lucius and launched the most dangerous fight in the smallest space.

Lucius's whip and Laar's Blade were unusable, and the two men fought and struggled on the ground. The Raven Son rammed Lucius in the face without hesitation. This arrogant Son of the Emperor was not wearing a helmet at all, and the bird-beak-shaped visor of Sharokin immediately hit Lucius' lips and teeth, causing blood to splatter from his nose.

While the opponent was dizzy, Sharokin blocked the enemy's defense, and the Star God Phase Sword pierced Lucius' ribs from the side and pierced out from the spine.

Lucius was knocked to the ground and sat limply on the ground. Sharokin placed two sharp swords on his neck.

Then, for the first time, the Sons of Corax spoke out in war.

"To me, you're nothing but a mad dog that needs to be dealt with."

The power sword penetrated the protection of the ceramic steel armor and pierced straight into the heart. The crackling decomposition force field turned the heart into ashes, and the Star God Phase Sword cut off Lucius's head cleanly, and it rolled to the ground like a spinning top.

After killing this enemy, Sharokin merged into the darkness again. He didn't mind at all what this person's identity was. There was no difference between him and the other Emperor's sons except that he was a little more difficult to deal with.

It was a casual act without any pleasure.

Without leaving any trace of dust, he retreated into the shadows again.

(End of this chapter)