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

Chapter 339 Who are they? (Subscribe)
The heroic suicide attack of the Spear of Vilia was ended by an unexpected incident.

The Mechanicus priests on the cruiser were almost in a state of mind processor burnout. They urged the maintenance servitors to control the temperature of the reactor, while trying their best to stabilize the runaway machine soul.

Who would want to die if they can live? They want to serve Om Messiah for a few hundred more years.

Originally, according to the captain's orders, they had been prepared to be loyal to Ohm Messiah, but now something strange has happened and no one knows what is going on.

Almost frantic binary communications were transmitted between these Martian mechanical priests, the radio waves surged, and electromagnetic interference boiled their few brains.

"God of All Machines, what is that?!"

The oil guys only felt that various ports on their bodies could not help but splash out superheated lubricating oil. If their hearts had not been replaced with brand-new mechanical cores, they would have probably jumped out of the body by now.

All kinds of camera probes and scanning rays on their bodies are working at full capacity, and the warship of terrifying size is passing through the unknown light gate.

Most of the mechanical priests and battleship crew members were horrified by the size of the strange battleship, while a small number of engine oilers were extremely curious about the light gate that they had never seen before.

A battleship that has never been seen before and is far larger than the Queen of Glory-class battleship.

Incredible, new teleportation light portal that is beyond comprehension.

If they were not currently on the battlefield of death, these most orthodox Mechanicus from Mars would have rushed forward to find out what was going on regardless of the consequences.

"Our scanning array did not read its keel code from the database, Captain, which means that the other party is most likely enemy reinforcements."

The Mechanical Priest who came in a hurry moved his lower limbs like octopus tentacles and rushed to the side of Captain Vendral at the fastest speed.

He switched the restless binary language template to the Empire's High Gothic template, and the electronic sound that should have been cold made people feel strong emotional fluctuations.

"Oh, Om Messiah, it hasn't come out completely yet. The scanning array shows that it has exposed more than 65.7 kilometers of its hull. However, according to the conventional structural proportions of warships, this has not even reached the middle of its hull."

"The largest Queen Glorious-class battleship is not even more than 30 kilometers long. Who built it?"

"Is it a relic of the Dark Age of Technology? Or some alien warship? Aida?"

The oil guy almost pressed his whole body against the porthole, wishing he could take a spacecraft to find out what was going on.

"Look at the perfect layout and structure. Tens of thousands of light spear arrays and macro cannon arrays are so neat and beautiful. She is far more perfect than the Queen of Glory. The more beautiful the technological creation, the higher its gold content. And that unknown main cannon, where is its technological source?"

Captain Vendrale had recovered from his initial shock. This was indeed the largest warship he had ever seen. Even the Queen of Glory could not compare to it.

Of course, the Imperial Fists' mothership and the Monastery Phalanx are far larger than it, but it is well known that the Phalanx is not actually a void battleship in the strict sense.

This void creation built during the dark technological age of mankind is even larger than many asteroids. It is more like a fortress in the void, a flying hive city. The Phalanx was originally discovered in the orbit of Rog Dorn's home planet Invit.

Rogal Dorn gave the Phalanx to the Emperor as a token of his loyalty, and the Emperor rewarded his son by returning it to him. This void-crafted vessel is currently deployed at the core of the solar system.

Vendral did not forget that they were still on an extremely dangerous battlefield. Not only them, but also the warships of the Alpha Legion, as long as they were not blind, could see the huge movement with their naked eyes.

The Alpha, which was besieging Pluto with hundreds of warships, turned around and faced the light gate in the void with vigilance.

The Spear of Vilia observed this, and the captain's heart, which was pounding wildly, felt a little relieved.

He wasn't afraid of his ship's glorious sacrifice. The moment they saw the Alpha Legion's warships, they were all ready to die for the Empire. A true man, death is all.

What they feared was that their deaths would be worthless. Once the Hydra satellite fortress on Pluto was infiltrated and destroyed by the Alpha Legion, or even used by them to continue sending interference information and false intelligence to the troops in the solar system, the Empire's defenses would undoubtedly suffer a heavy blow.

The solar system is the last bridgehead, and behind it is Terra, the home planet of mankind.

Vendrar and all the crew members could only do the best of their abilities, destroying some of the enemy's warships with a fatal collision, creating even the slightest advantage for Lord Rogal Dorn's counterattack.

At this moment, he kept praying to the Emperor in his heart, praying that the strange warships that appeared from the light gate were loyal support from other places.

Although after rational thinking, he felt that the probability was almost negligible. Is it really possible that human loyalists from other parts of the galaxy finally sent their reinforcements in times of crisis?
Vendral, who was used to thinking in a cold and rational way, did not hold out much hope, but if that battleship was the enemy's reinforcements, then things would be really bad.

There was obviously a slight disturbance in the rebellious Alpha Legion warship. What happened here was completely different from what they had imagined. According to the plan, they could easily destroy the information center in Pluto's orbit.

That terrifying ship, who are they? Where do they come from?

There was no information about this battleship in the rebel camp.

The loyalists and the traitors were both in a strange tacit understanding at this moment. They watched the development of the situation in order to make accurate and calm judgments.

Almost everyone held their breath until the magnificent giant ship completely emerged from the light gate. The auspicious instrument and scanning array showed that its length was more than 110 kilometers. Its terrifying size, like a celestial body, made everyone gasp.

The giant black and gold battleship did not have any familiar markings on its surface, but Captain Vendrale felt a sense of familiarity.

This feeling... is a dark angel!

Unspeakable ecstasy rose from the captain's heart. It was true, it was really the Dark Angel, the great Lion King Lion Jonson had arrived in the solar system to support the loyalists here.

Then, just as their shock had subsided, the waves began to surge again, and a Glorious Queen-class battleship that existed in their database, the Indomitable Truth, followed into the real universe.

The appearance of the Indomitable Truth undoubtedly confirmed their speculation, but then a red and gold void battleship followed again, and closely behind it was the Red Tear of the Blood Angels.

Vendral could no longer feel his toes because all the blood had rushed to his brain, and he had to use all his energy to digest this incredible scene.

"Emperor, is this a fantasy I had before I die? Is this possible? Is this fucking real?"

Just when the captain and crew had become numb, the last battleship with a cobalt blue paint and a grand [Ω] symbol rushed out. It was even larger than the previous two in size, reaching 120 kilometers.

Three epic battleships of the hundred-kilometer level. As they crossed the galaxy, Vendral couldn't even see their bows and sterns completely. The human eye was so limited, but he had never felt so happy about his limitations.

"Send a signal to the Indomitable Truth and the Red Tear, and send them all the information, quickly!"

"It's worth it even if I die."

Vendrar's mind was filled with the thought that it would be good to die now. He realized that the reinforcements of the Loyalists had arrived, and whether they died or not, the Alpha Legion was definitely doomed.

It is an incomparable honor and luck to be able to be buried with the Alpha.

(End of this chapter)