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

Chapter 33 Leading the Charge
Guilliman was in great sorrow, and the Iron Hands were also in extremely low spirits, but they still expressed their gratitude to the Primarch of the XIII Legion.

"Our Primarch is dead, but the Tenth Legion has not yet been broken. We will kill the traitors of the Emperor's Children with our own hands, without any mercy or compassion." Iron Father Wayland roared.

Guilliman gave the order to all the warriors:
"Gather all the troops, all the personnel, all the heavy weapons. All people do not need to be bound by the regiment's organization. They must be reorganized into new combat teams on the spot. From now on, the helmets of the squad leaders will be painted red."

“Red?” Gage asked.

"In the past, red meant discipline, but now our Sergeant Hill's behavior proves that this is inappropriate. And bright colors can make the chain of command run more smoothly."

With its original body recovered and its power system restored, the Macragge's Glory was finally able to set sail again. With the surging power output of the reactor, a dazzling blue light beam spurted out from the tail of the giant ship, instantly vaporizing those Word Bearers who were still trying to cut through the armor.

Those cruisers attached to the armor were pulled along by the unrivaled power. They were unable to offer any resistance. When the brackets broke, they were thrown backwards and were completely annihilated by the engine flames and void shields.

When the Glory of Macragge started moving, those villains could only turn into a spark in the starry sky.

Captain Houmid, who was commanding the battleship, discovered something unusual. In the battleship's scanning system, Coss's orbital weapon array changed its launch direction.

But this is not something to be happy about.

"Sir, the weapons array, they have opened fire!" the captain screamed.

"Fire at what?"

"It's the sun. They're firing on the sun of Calth!"

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Low Earth orbit, weapons array control center.

The Word Bearer Solot Choar, who fired the first shot of betrayal and nearly killed Ultramarines Captain Lucier, received a message from the surface of Calth.

That was an order from the Hand of Fate of the Word Bearers, the Chaplain Erebus.

The Word Bearers priest lurking on the surface of Calth, presiding over the ceremony, has made all the arrangements, and now the time has come.

Kor Phaeron, the commander-in-chief in charge of space, nodded to Choel and motioned for him to continue.

As the order was given, the technicians on the control panel became busy. The weapon array of the orbital platform completed the turn, and these dangerous weapons with the power to destroy an entire fleet were aimed in the same direction.

That is the direction of the sun of Cowes.

"Damn, why is our Thinker system so slow today?" a technician complained.

"Shut up! It must be because you are too lazy that the Machine Soul is unhappy!" Another technical priest of the Mechanicus scolded angrily.

Their conversation was extremely quiet; the Word Bearers were not easy people to get along with, and they had seen too many captives and mortals killed and sacrificed by the Word Bearers.

The sun is not only the core of a star system. In the Word Bearers' belief system, stars are also an extremely important part. Those enchanted warriors who were initially blessed by the Warp and thus merged with the creatures of the Warp were given the name of Jagged Sun.

The ritual was orchestrated by two high-ranking members of the Word Bearers, Erebus and Kor Phaeron, with the former presiding over the ceremony on the surface of Calth, weakening Calth's reality veil and allowing the waves of the Warp to reach the real world.

The latter will further complete this ritual.

"A wonderful sacrifice. The Sun of Calth is also part of the offering. We offer a most fascinating tribute to the truth of the Warp."

"And in return, the gods will bestow upon me the most wonderful blessings." Kor Phaeron pressed the main control button casually, and the magnificent track beneath him immediately trembled.

The array of weapons spread across the orbit released all the destructive power that had been stored up.

Endless energy beams, missile clusters capable of destroying star battleships, antimatter warheads wrapped in heavy metal, and extremely unstable atomic weapons.

All the deadly weapons have been released. It only takes them eight minutes to reach the surface of the sun and disrupt the nuclear reaction of the sun of Calth through continuous bombardment.

The consequence of doing so would be that the Sun would decay rapidly, releasing all its energy in a short period of time, and it would become an extremely deadly supernova.

Roboute Guilliman's fleet was aware of the Word Bearers' plot, but they could do nothing, nothing could stop the torrent of death.

It's too late.

The Primarch could only stand in front of the porthole of the auxiliary bridge and watch the star in its prime being bombarded by dense energy and infected by toxic heavy metals. The nuclear reaction was greatly disturbed, and the radiation of the sun increased sharply in a very short time.

All the alarms on the battleship were buzzing, the portholes were covered with explosion-proof curtains to block solar radiation, and an early warning to the surface was issued at the same time.

The sun exudes an evil light. It transforms from a warm nurturer to a vicious destroyer. A large number of sunspots appear on its surface like hateful scars. The attacks of mankind are insignificant to this star, but they create terrifying giant flares that break through the sun's atmosphere.

Those were energy explosions from within the star, which looked like tongues of fire on a macro scale, gushing out and falling from the plasma beneath it.

Everyone understood that even if they drove out the Word Bearers, beautiful and rich Calth would never return.

The scars of orbital bombardment can be healed and evaporated oceans can return, but if the all-important sun no longer favors life, then everything will die painfully under the massive solar radiation.

"The plan remains unchanged. The orbit and weapons array must be recaptured."

Guilliman said firmly that he did not vent his anger in vain, but was seizing every minute and every second to assemble his troops, while ordering the loyalists on the surface to take refuge underground.

The battle for Calth's surface is meaningless, for soon it will all be gone.

The kill team has been assembled, and six hundred Ultramarines will be transported to the Zersanvered Dockyard in orbit.

This is already the vast majority of warriors that can be mobilized from Macragge's Glory. Not only that, Roboute Guilliman has decided to lead this team himself.

"My Lord Primarch, you don't need to go in person. I will lead the army by airdrop myself!" Gage tried to persuade the Primarch not to take any more risks, but the look in the Father of Genes prevented him from saying the rest of the words.

"We have reached a desperate moment. If it doesn't work now, then when will it work? My Chapter Master?"

"Are you the Primarch or am I the Primarch? Obey my orders!"

Guilliman gave the command of the team to Gage, Ventanus and Hill respectively. After the kill team was airborne, they would each lead a group of warriors to carry out decapitation operations against the enemies in each control tower.

With the help of the Tech-Priests, the Primarch obtained a brand new combat helmet, his armor was urgently maintained, he was no longer bare-handed, his left hand was equipped with a huge lightning claw, and his right hand held a high-powered fine-craft bolter.

Cobalt blue and gold dotted each other, gorgeous limit marks and eagle patterns were engraved all over the armor, and the fully armed Primarch stood in the front, waiting for the transmission system to start.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of ozone, and at the same time, a cold smell mixed with dust and metal permeated the air, which was the trace of the tragic war that broke out on the battleship.

Energy began to accumulate, the Machine Spirit chirped loudly, and the next moment Guilliman and the kill squad disappeared again.

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(End of this chapter)