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

Chapter 327: The Power of the New Caliban (Please Subscribe)
Countless demon warships appeared from the space where the Skull Planet was located. Countless brass spikes and horns appeared on their twisted and deformed hulls. The daunting rotten pustules and scars made people feel terrified. These aggressive enemy ships were attacking.

"The plan to seduce Sanguinius to fall has failed. They intend to force us to stay here." Luo Xi murmured.

Hill, Gantura and others are still on standby in the battleship in orbit. Just as Roche had promised, the White Scars' Space Marines became the drivers of the Thundercloud planetary battleship.

As the first planetary battleship, the New Caliban became Lion's Johnson's new flagship. Due to the arrival of the Primarchs of the Dark Angels and Blood Angels, the planetary battleship that was originally to be delivered to the White Scars was intercepted by the other side.

In this regard, Gunturanayan Khan could only show the grace of the Chogorians. They secretly sighed that the Khan was not there, otherwise the first battleship would have belonged to the White Scars.

According to Chagatai Khan's temper, he could choose not to fight or compete for other things and could show the virtue of humility, but for a battleship that could speed at high speeds in the real universe, he would fight for it even if it meant a duel with other brothers.

The commanders on the warships immediately integrated all the forces of the expeditionary fleet. All the ships seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand and quickly changed formations, turning around to meet the enemy.

The thinking and computing centers of these warships have been covered by the Black Stone Array. Under the control of artificial intelligence, the warships have gotten rid of the unbearable inefficiency of relying solely on manpower. Command information is transmitted at the speed of light, and the warships are so flexible that they do not seem like huge void creatures.

Led by the New Caliban and assisted by three Queen of Glory-class battleships, the huge fleet perfectly laid out its firepower network in the universe. Every enemy ship was under the calculation simulation of the intelligent computer, and even every macro cannon, every high-yield nuclear bomb, and every beam of light had its own clear target.

In the past, every time a macro cannon was fired, mortal slaves and modified servitors in the loading room were needed to push those extremely heavy shells. The difficulty and efficiency of this process can be imagined. Especially in order to prevent chain explosions, all macro cannon arrays have separate cabins and partitions.

The commander gave the order, and the shells were fired within three minutes. This was a result of the sincere cooperation of the crew members who had lived on the warship for generations, plus the whip of the supervisor was powerful enough.

All macro cannons, light spears and space torpedoes have special guidance and logistical support. The New Caliban slightly turned toward the enemy ship, and tens of thousands of large-caliber macro cannons on the hundreds of kilometers long ship had already pierced through the barrel.

The power of these macro cannons is enough to destroy a heavy cruiser in one go, and under the attack of multiple macro cannons, even a battleship will have no choice but to die.

The dark, locust-like demon fleet was filled with too many small and medium-sized warships. Like the Iron Truth, most of them were "missing ones" that disappeared into the warp during the storm of destruction.

There were so many starships that when all the human crew members went mad in the storms and whispers of the warp, the remaining steel creations could not escape the corrosion of the Sea of ​​Souls.

Their steel hulls and the machine souls maintained by the Mechanicus all sank under the power of the Most High, transforming into monster-like demonic warships.

The violent antimatter energy pile of the New Caliban is undergoing annihilation reactions all the time. Infinite energy is injected into the engine and converted into power with an efficiency that is unimaginable to the Mechanicus.

The New Caliban's massive size was not matched by its sluggishness, and even the Queens of Glory were left to languish in front of their successors.

"Hahaha! Faster, faster!"

Guntura led his White Scars to hold various posts on the New Caliban. Apart from the Space Marines and a small number of the original crew of the Indomitable Truth, the entire battleship had only some mortal auxiliary troops and armed servitors. Compared with the size of this 100-kilometer-class battleship, the number of humans was pitifully small.

Large-scale automation has infinitely magnified the battleship's acceleration capability. Everyone except the Space Marines has entered the cabin filled with deep-sea fluid. The horrifying acceleration is enough to crush a mortal's body into a meat patty.

Only the Astartes wearing Star-type power armor could withstand this acceleration, especially the White Scars. Their blood seemed to boil only at super speed. With magnetic locks on their power boots, they moved briskly on the deck of the battleship, completely unlike their slightly sluggish cousins ​​of the Extreme Marines.

"Hurry, hurry! Men of Chogoris, free the New Caliban completely!"

"She's horny as hell." Guntula's voice rang out across the comms channel, and all the White Scars were doing their best to unleash the primitive instincts of this new beast.

The New Caliban disappeared from everyone's sight, and only the scanning array could capture the traces of its extremely fast movement.

It is difficult for the human eye to perceive objects at this speed. At this moment, the expedition fleet was divided into two parts: the New Caliban and other warships.

Countless spears of light cut through the dark universe and smashed into the enemy's demon fleet like raindrops.

Under the watering of the rain of light spears, the cloud of dark demon warships was constantly eroded and devoured, and their numbers dropped sharply. The light spears released by this planetary battleship could even directly evaporate an entire small battleship.

Whirlwind torpedoes and super-large-yield antimatter bombs were continuously dropped from the battleship's pipes. These weapons, which were originally extremely difficult to use at near-light speeds, fell into a perfect predetermined orbit under the command of the intelligent computer's super floating-point computing power.

The torpedo attacked at sub-light speed. Even if it did not explode, the impact force of this sub-light weapon alone was enough to severely damage the battleship's void shield.

Countless gun barrels fired macro cannons, countless arrays of light spears fired the wrath of God, and the New Caliban completely liberated itself at super high speed.

The beast of Caliban and the rider of Chogorith became one, and the brains merged with each other, allowing the White Scars to drive the ship as they would their own body.

The three Queen of Glory-class battleships also began to launch hundreds of high-yield delayed-fire nuclear bombs. When these primitive weapons that humans had mastered in the second millennium exploded with power, it was proved that nuclear weapons have never been outdated.

If it is outdated, then it must be that the equivalent is not large enough.

The demon fleets melted away like snow under the scorching sun. A powerful electromagnetic storm was born in the devastating bombardment, enough to instantly burn the thinker computers of ordinary warships.

The floating island of Iron Truth, which had been corrupted by Chaos and turned into something incomparably huge and twisted, attracted the vast majority of the firepower. The loyalists' warships didn't even need to aim much, they just had to fire in a general direction.

The New Caliban's star-destroying cannon, which is powerful enough to destroy all life on the surface of a planet, has completed charging. This ultra-high-temperature, high-energy weapon consumes a huge amount of energy, and only the reactor of a planetary battleship can support this energy output.

It was as if a miniature star was born at the bow of the ship. Directly in front of the star-destroying cannon, countless electromagnetic storms and energy vortices with diameters of thousands of kilometers formed. Countless particles were destroyed at madly accelerated speeds, and the terrifying momentum directly hit the center of the Iron Truth.

Whether it was the brass ramming spikes or the twisted and corrupted scars and herpes, the blue-purple hull was mixed with the pink-purple, and then turned into nothingness under the bombardment of the star-destroying cannon.

Endless light and heat, endless electromagnetic storms and energy vortexes destroyed the warp corruption on these twisted warships, completing the purification in a purely physical way.

The power of the Warp makes it highly immune to the trauma of the real universe, but when this power is large enough, all immunity is false.

In front of the might of the New Caliban, even the three Glorious Queen-class battleships became foils, not to mention the warships of the expeditionary fleet which became the best background board.

There was nothing in front of him but empty ruins, which marked the end of this short space naval battle.

(End of this chapter)