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

Chapter 298 Glass Burning Professionals (Please Subscribe)

There are some things you can't fight, like when you see a warp storm coming, all you can do is run away.

But when you're at the controls of a planetary battleship, you can fight the storm, and you'll win.

Although he had just replaced his flagship, Ryan quickly realized the advantage of a giant ship - extreme stability.

Ordinary small cruisers and transport ships can only go with the flow helplessly in the warp storm, but the Queen of Glory-class battleship can resist the storm to a certain extent and fight against it. As for the larger planetary-class battleship, its terrifying mass is enough to be as stable as a rock in the average warp storm.

Especially after being equipped with the Tuchucha engine, Ryan almost unscrupulously led his sweeping fleet to clear out the enemies in the five hundred worlds one by one.

You must know that in the vast extreme star field, the enemies are never just the traitor legions that have thrown themselves into the arms of the subspace. The countless aliens, interstellar pirates, and plunderers will take advantage of the weakness of humans to develop and harass those isolated and helpless human worlds.

The Destruction Storm mainly affects long-distance subspace travel, but for many aliens, their territory is only the size of a galaxy, so the Destruction Storm does not have much impact on them.

On the contrary, because of the obstruction of subspace navigation, humanity's control over some more remote areas has plummeted, and even only local garrisons and native residents who have been cut off from contact are left to deal with the alien threats.

Previously, because the threat from the traitors had not yet been eliminated, and the chaos in the Five Hundred Worlds had made Guilliman exhausted and busy, these extremely flexible small alien forces and space pirates took the opportunity to grow and become stronger.

They are like locusts in space, well versed in the art of taking advantage of others. They often drive ancient warships that they dug out from nowhere to various human worlds to plunder population and resources.

The local planetary governors and defense forces could only hold on to their own planets and constantly send star messages for help to the military planets of the various Ultramarines.

However, when the Warp storm rages, most of the astronomical language will be interfered by the turbulent Warp energy into a string of unrecognizable signals, or simply become silent in the Supreme Heaven.

And today, Macragge's reinforcements finally arrived.

Lion the Lion leads a massive fleet consisting of a massive Thundercloud-class battleship, a Glorious Queen-class battleship, and a dozen heavy cruisers and battleships to a world being harassed by roaming orc warlords.

"It's these damn greenskins again. They can't be killed or driven away. After Ullanor destroyed their huge empire, these interstellar plagues spread everywhere."

The Lion King sat on his throne, and beside him was the Grand Master of the Deathwing, Hou Guin, who was explaining to Ryan what was happening in the star system before them.

"Sir, the human planet ahead has been conquered by the sea of ​​green-skinned orcs, and they were unable to wait for reinforcements to arrive."

The powerful scanning array of the New Caliban converted the image of the planet's surface into a holographic projection and projected it in front of Ryan's eyes.

Those ancient hive worlds are being occupied by the green-skinned orcs, and all the plains have fallen under the iron hoofs of the green-skinned orcs. Countless very eye-catching strange red vehicles are speeding on the surface of the planet. Those vehicles that emit black smoke and even fall off parts while driving can actually run smoothly under the control of the orcs.

Some orcs, covered in chains and belts and with studs on their foreheads, were driving their high-speed motorcycles frantically, surrounding a group of fleeing human civilians.

"Those are the Evil Sun Clan among the green-skinned orcs. Look at those combat quads, war bikes, and war trucks that cannot even be called vehicles. Only green-skinned orcs can drive them."

The consequences of being surrounded by green-skinned orcs were obvious. The crowd, screaming in despair, were directly crushed by the green-skinned orcs riding motorcycles. Those terrifying garbage trucks with jagged metal spikes easily crushed human flesh and blood into pieces.

Blood and minced meat lubricated the green-skinned orcs' tattered vehicles, making these speed freaks howl with excitement and step on the accelerator even harder.

After just a few rounds, the human escape team of hundreds of people was completely wiped out by the green-skinned orcs. They searched among the human corpses for useful things, and then continued to speed on their red motorcycles.

In the hive, the few human survivors, under the protection of the remaining mortal auxiliary forces, are relying on some ancient fortifications and dangerous terrain to block the orcs' attacks.

The ferocious orcs of the Goff clan and the Deathskull clan roared "waaaaagh" and charged towards the humans who were holding laser guns and had only a few artillery or tank vehicles.

The orcs came like a green tide and easily extinguished the human resistance. However, in close combat, mortals were so fragile and vulnerable facing the strong green-skinned orcs.

As long as the Orks continued to grow naturally, after a few rounds of war, they would reach a strength comparable to that of Space Marines. When they charged towards the human soldiers, brandishing their great blades, what awaited them was a brutal massacre. Metal splattered, flesh turned to mud, and the Orks would only complain that the battle was not satisfying enough, then continue to search for new targets in the ruins, engaging in a hearty fight.

Flames were burning everywhere and black smoke covered the sky, creating a scene like Doomsday.

"If we want to make an orbital drop, I'm afraid we will have to pay some casualties before we can completely clear the planet of green-skinned orcs, sir."

Hou Guin said, his tone was neither sad nor happy, as cold as a machine.

He will unconditionally carry out the Lion King's decision, whether it is orbital airborne combat or direct orbital bombing to eliminate the enemy.

The First Legion only obeys and does not think too much for itself.

"That would be too costly. We don't have enough manpower and time to waste on this planet."

The Lion decides the fate of this human planet with a flick of his finger.

At this moment in space, more than a dozen small orc raiding ships discovered human reinforcements. These junk ships, which seemed to be pieced together from various parts, could only be controlled by orcs, and their performance was not bad.

The strange warships were difficult to identify, but their engines were vaguely recognizable. The tail of the orc warships was gushing with superheated air, and the black gas it emitted looked no different from some ground vehicles.

They were rushing towards the human warships. The huge and unparalleled hull of the New Caliban made the orcs excited to the point of madness. They didn't care about the disparity in combat power at all, they just wanted to fight madly.

However, under the crushing attack of the light spears, the energy shields of the orc warships, which were covered by crackling lightning and gushing poisonous smoke, were instantly overloaded and evaporated, and the warships disappeared into the universe along with them.

After easily dealing with the orcs' space force, the Lion moved the battleship onto the orbital platform with a bit of boredom.

"Clean it up and make this planet clean again."

The Dark Angels silently turned on the switches of their weapons of destruction, and the huge energy cannon on the bow of the New Caliban was charging.

God threw down his spear of destruction. An endless stream of violent and high-temperature energy fell from the muzzle of the New Caliban, instantly penetrating the atmosphere, like a sword of destruction that split the continent apart.

Endless light and heat illuminated this world shrouded in black smoke. Humans, orcs, and everything disappeared under the star-destroying main gun of the Thundercloud-class battleship.

The New Caliban circled the longitude and latitude of the planet twice, evenly applying destructive high temperatures and energy beams. The mountains were flattened by the bombardment, the oceans evaporated under the ultra-high temperatures, and the troublesome spores of the green-skinned orcs were completely destroyed and could never be reborn again.

Soon, the entire planet had turned into a giant melting glass ball. The molten minerals formed a magma ocean on the surface of the planet, and all life was extinct.

And all this is as simple as burning glass.

Ryan could only feel sorry for the misfortune of the humans who died, but this was the most efficient and quickest way to end the war.

It was all worth it, and the efficiency of the First Legion was never in doubt.

Ryan took a deep breath, admired the space glass ball he created, and evaluated the combat power and value of the New Caliban in his mind.

If this terrifying battleship were to face off against the previous imperial battleships, it would be a crushing battle as it would be far superior in terms of attack, speed, defense, and size.

When he finished all this, Macragge's communication request rang on the battleship's communication system.

"My brother is calling me. Let's temporarily end this cleanup and return to Macragge first."

(End of this chapter)