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

Chapter 338: Bloody Battle on Pluto (Please subscribe)

Imperial Stone's premonition and judgment were correct. Shortly after his Husar guard leader Achamos left, even worse news came.

An urgent interstellar message for help came from the Hydra satellite fortress in Pluto's lonely orbit. A fleet of the Alpha Legion has silently arrived in the Pluto space.

These cunning enemies may have bypassed the surveillance of dozens of galaxy checkpoints by turning off their engines, shutting down all systems, and relying on inertia.

Rogal Dorn didn't even need more intelligence. He could imagine how the troublesome Alpha Legion had infiltrated and assassinated those lonely outposts and how they had sent false intelligence to the defense forces of the solar system for a long time.

"Launch the Phalanx to support Hydra."

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists did not hesitate at all. He briefly entrusted his duties to the Solar Commander Sukasan, a mortal with outstanding achievements. He was the former Admiral of Jupiter and a trusted assistant to Rogal Dorn.

"Yes, my lord." Sukasan watched Dorn's departure with a firm look in her eyes. The Primarch of the Imperial Fists was the most tenacious and unyielding son of the Emperor. Nothing could defeat Lord Dorn.

In the void between the Earth and the Moon's orbits, the engines of a battleship the size of an asteroid ejected countless dark blue plasma beams. Even the wake of an Emperor-class battleship would not be much larger than that emitted by those engines. Hundreds of church spire-like towers and arch bridges intersected.

This giant battleship built by humans during the long night is the largest interstellar battleship in the imperial records. Even its front deck is large enough to dock dozens of heavy cruisers. Two flying wings sweep back from the hull, dragging directional blades like long gilded feathers.

Just as Dorn urgently drove the Phalanx to support Pluto, a brutal and bloody space naval battle broke out in the universe near Pluto.

The enemy ships, led by the Glorious Queen-class battleship Alpha, have awakened from hibernation, the battleships' engines are being reignited, and various battleship systems are being urgently put online.

It all happened too quickly, and the enemy's premeditated attack caught the Alpha Legion's infiltration fleet off guard, like a giant python waking up from hibernation.

The sleek and deadly void battleship was like a shark cruising in space, and its ferocious array of light spears had already locked onto the Pluto early warning ship that had not yet reacted.

The Alpha bared its fangs, and the Queen of Glory's powerful array of light spears easily overloaded the void shields of the defending fleet, and then the loaded macro cannons and heavy void torpedoes completed the harvest.

The Empire had only a small fleet left on Pluto, consisting of thirty small warships led by Captain Sigismund of the Imperial Fists. In the face of the surprise attack launched by the Alpha Legion, this force dissipated like duckweed in the wind.

In the star region farthest from the sun, dazzling spears of light pierced through the darkness, tearing huge cracks in the hulls of the Imperial warships made of ceramic steel and plastic steel. The molten metal solidified and froze in the cold space, and every splash of energy meant the fall of a loyal warship.

The defensive fleet was torn into pieces as if it was entangled by a giant python in the abyss. The enemy's artillery fire came from all directions, squeezing and tearing the warships' defenses from all angles.

The mortals of the Hell Cavalry Regiment of the Solar Auxiliary Army inside the battleship fought back fearlessly and desperately. Amidst the constant explosions and destruction, these elite veterans of the Solar Auxiliary Army rammed the battleship into the enemy ship with a grin.

However, these counterattacks were in vain. The Alpha Legion launched a deadly boarding force against the stubborn Solar Auxilia and Imperial Fists. With a flash of teleportation beams, the Alpha Legion's Lerna Terminator troops boarded the remaining warships.

As soon as these iron cavalry terminators, whose surfaces were as fine and compact as scales, appeared on the scene, they used their terrifying incendiary weapons, phosphine weapons and the most common grenade launchers to tear apart the bodies of the loyalists.

The deadly strike bombs specially designed for Astartes targets easily turned the auxiliary troops into scum, while the heavy laser guns fired by the mortal auxiliary troops were completely immune to the thick armor of the Lerna Terminator.

This was a carefully planned attack. Alpha's warships deliberately prioritized destroying the communication facilities, defensive automatic turrets, and the defenders' auspex arrays.

By the time the Imperial Fists defenders and Solar Auxiliary Forces reacted, they were already trapped with their scanning array malfunctioning and signal transmission failing.

Alpha's attack was as precise and covert as a surgical operation, cutting off the defenders' functions one by one like peeling off threads of an onion. When the defenders fell into panic, the python launched its next fierce attack.

The void shield of the Hydra satellite fortress in Pluto's orbit is still operating, and in response to all this, the Alpha Legion released a large number of Kraken Assault Claws and Terror Claws airborne pods. These airborne pods that can output energy and control speed fell into the outer space of the fortress.

Immediately afterwards, powerful melta weapons melted through the multi-meter-thick metal barrier, and the soldiers in the drop pods filed out, infiltrating the Hydra monitoring station. The powerful Lerna Terminators were the most deadly fangs, seizing the crucial moment to launch the assault. The Imperial Fists siege team inside the monitoring station had not yet fully assembled, and their hastily assembled defenses were easily shattered by the Lerna Terminators.

The lethal bombs accurately killed the military commanders of the Solar Auxiliary Army and the Imperial Fists. The Alphas did not let go of any existence with signs of life. Even the mortal technicians and servitors who maintained the operation of the monitoring station were brutally killed.

Alpha's infiltration and destruction were always silent. The survivors only found that one site after another was losing contact, and the only sound coming from the communication signal was a burst of rustling electromagnetic noise.

A deadly Alpha Astartes, wearing a sky-blue armor that looked like a monster from ancient Terran mythology. His deadly spear killed one Imperial Fists warrior after another with ease. No one could survive two rounds in his hands, and the only outcome was death.

The Loyalists engaged in a bloody battle with the Lerna Terminators that infiltrated Hydra. The enemy was divided into dozens of smaller tactical strike teams, destroying the silent command center as much as possible and heading for the plasma reactor buried deep underground in the monitoring station.

The Empire's defense facilities on Neptune were about to fall, and facing the Alpha Legion's all-out infiltration attack, this small force had no room to resist.

At this time, the Imperial Fists' Spear of Vilia cruiser ended its space cruise mission, and the only survivor of the ship, Captain Vendral, made a difficult decision after witnessing the burning wreckage floating in space.

"Crew, prepare, push the engine to the limit!"

"Weapon array ready, light spears activated overload mode!"

"The Emperor is watching us, men. It is an honor to serve with you."

The veteran captain, who had served since the beginning of the Great Crusade, knew very well that once the enemy discovered their single cruiser, they would immediately launch a violent attack.

They only have one chance, and Captain Vendral would rather die gloriously than be killed by the enemy's concentrated fire without doing anything. Perhaps they can even destroy a few enemy warships.

The cruiser's engine was almost in a meltdown state, and the gushing plasma burned and melted the tail of the battleship. This huge steel warship rushed towards the traitors in despair.

The battleship was the last and most powerful shell, and Vendrall wanted to fire it into the enemy's chest.

The technical priest finally blessed the machine soul, chanting a binary prayer, waiting to return to the arms of the God of All Machines.

The mortals who completed the operation relied on each other. They were born on the warship, raised on the warship, and their ancestors had been like this for generations. Now they will serve the Emperor together with the Spear of Vilia.

At this desperate moment, a giant golden light gate suddenly cracked open in the void space outside Pluto, and a psychedelic luster that humans had never seen before gushed out from it.

Even the Spear of Vilia, which was making a desperate charge, was so shocked when they saw this scene that their limbs became stiff.

"By the Emperor, Terra..."

Vendrar had served in the Great Crusade since its inception, and he had even witnessed the Lord of Mankind piloting the supremely noble Emperor's Vision, but compared to the incredible scene that now appeared before him, the Emperor's Vision pales in comparison.

The golden light gate that was hundreds of kilometers wide was surging with a layer of azure energy light curtain. Vendral realized that it was something different from the subspace portal. Behind this light curtain, an extremely huge warship slowly revealed its true form.

A destructive cannon beyond everyone's imagination poked out of the light gate, followed by a huge black and gold bow. The densely packed macro cannon array and light spear generators were enough to scare everyone.

Their cruiser was like a sampan, slowed down by the tremendous energy emitted by the opponent.

(End of this chapter)