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

Chapter 330: Unyielding Angel (Please subscribe)

Lion and Guilliman walked side by side, quickly moving across the battlefield under the protection of their respective honor guards.

While flying in the air at high speed, Roxi relied on Veronica's surging power to smash one hell dragon after another and other warp monsters. These blasphemous brass and cast iron creations seemed vulnerable in front of the iron man who had fully activated the black stone's anti-psychic effect.

As long as there is no risk of being corrupted, Iron Man is stronger than most demons because he is a product of the real universe, while demons must pay a lot of power and cost to cross the veil and come here.

However, if they are in the subspace, those chaos demons can exert their original strength.

Veronica created a sonic boom cloud. Luo Xi had never had such a refreshing fighting experience. In the past, he preferred to stay in the safe rear to command the battle, but it seemed that personally participating in the war was also a different feeling.

He provided additional information support to the Primarchs. Whenever the Space Marines in a certain place were in a tough battle, an iron man would roar by, and the bombardment of high-explosive missiles and energy weapons would arrive a few seconds later. Then the Primarchs would lead their teams to kill and wipe out the surviving enemies.

The simple, efficient killing ended when the Primarchs encountered a demon as huge as a mountain.

It kept whispering, echoing the name of the Soul Crusher, and its six giant spider-like legs, with clear edges and corners, supported its huge body.

With an angry scarlet on his rough body, the Soul Crusher held a giant sword that was six meters long in his hand and roared as he challenged the Primarch.

The greatsword containing the evil power of the Warp released a dark beam of light, instantly cutting the two Dark Angel veterans in half. The psychic power distorted the physical properties of the armor and broke through the solid defense.

The broken flesh and wounds of the Dark Angel quickly began to deform and twist under the corruption of the warp weapons, and grew countless tumor-like limbs and scales.

The indescribable horrific pain caused the dark angels, whose wills were as strong as steel, to wail and scream. That was a pain that no human could endure.

The Lion King Caliban granted his sons liberation. With a face as hard as iron, he allowed his sons to die proudly as human beings.

The lion's furious temperament disappeared, transforming into a deeper, cold murderous intent that left no trace of hope.

The Dark Angels, Ultramarines and Blood Angels showed no fear in the face of the death of their battle-brothers. They roared in the name of the Emperor and launched a war cry of vengeance to the death. All the Space Marines on the battlefield attacked the giant demon at the same time.

The Blackrock bombs fell like thunder, and after being accelerated by rocket thrusters, they left difficult-to-heal wounds on the giant demon's body. The sacred promethium flamethrower released purifying flames, burning the opponent's dirty body, desperately creating opportunities for the primarchs.

“Make them pay!” Guilliman shouted.

The Hand of Domination on the Primarch's left hand continuously fired deadly Black Stone bombs. Those anti-psychic weapons separated the giant demon's flesh and bones. Countless smelly acids splashed out, emitting disgusting toxic gases.

The demon's giant claws stabbed down at high speed, trying to grab Guilliman like a spider hunting its prey, but Roboute dodged left and right, relying on his size advantage to dodge back and forth between the demon's spider legs.

Guilliman rushed even faster than Lion, and his reckless look made the Caliban people's eyelids twitch.

In Ryan's opinion, Roboute was qualified as a fighter, but only qualified. If it were him, he would approach the enemy in a more roundabout way, exposing his weaknesses and trajectories as little as possible.

Guilliman's charge was too powerful, leaving no room for him to turn around, the Lion King thought to himself.

But the Primarch's selfless dedication undoubtedly boosted the spirits of more Astartes, especially the Ever-Victorious Army. These elite warriors surged like a blue wave, and the Ultramarines led by Grod released dense barrages to cover their father.

Veronica flew past him at a high speed, and the lion seized the opportunity and used the tremendous lift to jump onto the back of the demon beast.

For giant beasts, the back is often their blind spot. The demon roared angrily, and the sound waves stirred the atmosphere and raised violent dust. However, Ryan grabbed its horns tightly and raised his wolf blade high in his right hand.

"You are inferior to the mighty beasts of Caliban, and they all died at my hands."

When the lion faced an enemy the size of a giant beast, the Caliban blood in his body was immediately activated. With an extremely bloody grin, he inserted the wolf blade into the back of the demon's neck.

The power armor squeezed out every bit of energy, and combined with the Lion King's terrifying physical strength, it almost cut off half of the demon's head.

The fallen demon was still alive, its long, venomous tongue like a venomous snake lashing at the Lion King like a whip. Guilliman arrived at this moment, calculating the demon's trajectory with unparalleled calmness and rationality, and then leaping forward. He swung the Hand of Domination with all his might, unleashing the full force of this powerful gauntlet, slamming fiercely into the demon's mouth, striking in perfect tandem with the wolf blade at the back of his neck.

Under the huge force from two directions, the demon's extremely hard spine broke, and the roaring wolf blade tore through all the muscles and organs like a whirlwind. The giant demon fell to the ground with a bang, and its remains even crushed more than a dozen small demons to death.

Roche landed in front of the portal they escaped from, but Sanguinius had not yet come out.

Was he in a tough fight or had he met with an accident?

In the collapsing space inside the portal, Sanguinius flapped his wings and flew, fighting with the Chaos Demon named Madel.

He fought against the flying demons that tried to slow him, and the abominations fell one after another under the piercing blows of the Spear of Bigong, while their numbers seemed endless and poured out from around Madel.

"Sanguinius, whether you like it or not, your fate will fall into the hands of the great four gods."

"You will become the perfect carrier. You will not die. You will become the new one chosen by the Four Gods."

Sanguinius responded with a beam of blazing golden light from the Spear of the Archangel, which was the psychic power of the Archangel, and at this moment it released a terrifying power far greater than that of a high-energy laser.

Under the shining of the angel's holy light, even the Chaos Demon Madel closed his eyes. Just a moment ago, his eyes were blinded by the burning. He shook his head to heal the wounds that had just been left.

Sanguinius rose in the flames and rushed towards Madeir at a very fast speed. The Crimson Sword almost cut off the opponent's neck, but the fatal blow was ultimately not completed. The Chaos Daemon roared angrily and grabbed the opponent without paying any attention to Sanguinius' attack.

It tore at the Archangel's shining armor and his beautiful and holy wings, but it never dared to kill him. The Chaos Powers had chosen Sanguinius as their co-choice, and Madel did not dare to disobey their orders.

Madel was beaten badly by Sanguinius, who became more and more courageous as the battle went on, but he still fulfilled his mission, whispering and tempting in the archangel's ear.

"You can accept your death. Horus will strike you down, and the psychic scream of your death will amplify the flaws in your bloodline. The Black Rage will awaken."

"If you still insist on being yourself, the curse from your bloodline, the scarlet hunger and black rage will devour your offspring, and the entire Blood Angels will perish. Do you really accept such a future?"

The demon's words caused Sanguinius to hesitate for a moment, the Legion was his weak spot, he loved his sons unconditionally, and at the moment he was harnessing these two forces, the Archangel knew that his offspring would never be able to fight against the Bloodthirst and the Black Rage.

But if this is the fate of all the Blood Angels... to thirst for blood, to go crazy in black rage, to die in blood in battle... then come on.

Then die!

At least until their death, the Blood Angels will fight for the future of mankind until the last moment.

The Chaos Daemon thrust his Staff of Profanation into Sanguinius' chest, piercing his flesh, and Sanguinius thrust his Spear of Perfection through the opponent's eye.

For a moment, everything was silent. Sanguinius stood up, blood gushing from his wounds, and he shed hot tears - not for his fate, but for the terrible fate his choice would bring to the Blood Angels.

The Blood Angel could never escape his curse. His rage had pushed his reason to the brink of despair. His heart was throbbing with grief, but he still risked his life to kill Demar.

When the demon died temporarily, Sanguinius was finally able to escape from this collapsed space. He was injured, but an angel is always an angel, and he dragged his injured body back to reality.

The moment Sanguinius returned to reality, Veronica, ridden by Roche, delivered a devastating punch, Lion waved the Wolf Blade, and Guilliman's Hand of Domination and the Dagger of Sincerity continued to tear apart the demon's body.

The Holy Blood Guard finally welcomed back their genetic father, but when Azkaelon looked into Sanguinius' eyes, he saw endless pain and despair.

“Father!” Azkaelon roared.

(End of this chapter)