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

Chapter 343 We Are the Fist of the Empire
Deep within the Hydra Landing Port, more Alphas are launching a fierce attack on the last defenders.

The remaining Imperial Fists and some Husar guards have retreated to the outside of the reactor room. Behind them is the hot plasma reactor core of the Hydra Satellite Fortress.

The Imperial Fists leaned their backs against the heavy adamantine gate and fixed their guardian storm shields in front of them to form a shield wall.

Achamos, the leader of the Husar Guards, was gasping for breath. His sight was filled with corpses of mortal auxiliary soldiers of the Hell Cavalry Regiment. They were assassinated by the Alphas in fear and confusion. Many of the headless corpses were the result of headshots from long-range sniper rifles.

Among the corpses of mortals, the bright yellow power armor of the Imperial Fists was so eye-catching. These strong warriors fell before the last line of defense, but they also took away more enemy lives.

Relying on his understanding of the structural layout of Hydra, Achamos deployed the remaining combat brothers in the most critical positions. They used the grenade launchers in their hands to delay the enemy's attack speed.

There were only a dozen Husar guards left by Achamos' side, and the Alphas began to spread out from the darkness as if endless.

Only dozens of remaining Hell Cavalry Regiment soldiers were protecting the Imperial Fists. Their organization had been completely disbanded by the Alphas, with company commanders at every level taking over after the death of their predecessors, starting with the highest commander.

However, the new commander was sniped and killed again less than five minutes after taking office.

They are equipped with high-energy laser rifles and wear simple force feedback armor. Under the right conditions, these excellent Solar Auxiliary Forces can even achieve a good exchange ratio with the Astartes.

But unfortunately, in this desperate situation, mortals are too powerless to face the elusive Alphas.

The Alpha Legion's deadly strike bombs easily turned the two mortal auxiliary soldiers into minced meat on the ground. The fully overflowing bombs even penetrated the temporary bunker constructed by the Imperial Fists.

Archamos roared, he did not send out his remaining strength, everyone stayed in front of the last gate, relying on the shield wall in front of them and the powerful defensive Terminator power armor, trying their best to delay time.

"My Lord, our communication channel has detected an abnormal signal coming from outside the Hydra Satellite Fortress. Our auspicious instrument has detected violent energy fluctuations. It is very likely that Lord Dorn has come to support us."

An Imperial Fists technical sergeant reported that the mechanical arms on his body had been worn out in the battle, and his bright yellow power armor was covered with hideous bomb craters. Those fatal bombs were too dangerous even for the Astartes.

Achamos' expression remained unchanged because he saw enemies rushing up from the darkness.

Those Lerna Terminators with ugly scale-like patterns charged silently. The Alphas threw out countless platinum grappling hooks, and the electronic muscle bundles of the power armor exerted force and immediately hooked onto the shield wall of the Imperial Fists.

A tremendous force came from the other end of the hook, and the storm shield in the Imperial Fist's hand began to shake, but the warrior tried his best to stabilize his chassis. However, Alpha would not let go of this fleeting loophole.

A dull power sword pierced through the gap, and the activated decomposition field penetrated into the gap in the belly of the Terminator armor, cutting through the ceramic steel armor and sinking into the abdomen, tearing his internal organs and instantly severely injuring the old Imperial Fists soldier.

The severely injured Imperial Fist could no longer maintain the shield wall. He pounced on the enemy like a fallen stone statue. The Solar Power Gauntlet in his hand also tore the enemy's ceramic steel helmet into pieces, and the explosion blew up the head of the Lerna Terminator.

More and more Lerna Terminators rushed forward, using the ferocious firepower of their bolt pistols to suppress the Imperial Fists, and the Alphas were like ferocious snakes, stabbing their venomous fangs into the Imperial Fists' defenses.

Achamos and his battle brothers had to withdraw the storm shield and use the shields to repel the enemy while slowly shrinking the defense line.

The Hydra warriors' attacks rose and fell like waves, with each peak connected to another. The continuous and powerful attacks made Achamos almost breathless.

"We are the Imperial Fists! Sons of Rogal Dorn!"

"Guard Terra!" "We stand strong!"

The hoarse war cry echoed among the corpses scattered all over the ground. All the mortal auxiliary troops had been killed, and their corpses were soaked with blood, leaving only Achamos and his ten battle brothers.

Suddenly, Achamos felt the enemy's attack retreat, and then a huge figure attacked like lightning. The dynamic vision of the Husar guards could not even detect the opponent's trace. The Alpha warrior held a silver spear and killed him alone.

Fast, too fast. Alpha used his spear to pierce through the storm shield of an Imperial Fists warrior, and even the power armor behind the shield was pierced through.

Achamos saw that the cold spear just pierced through the goggles of the battle brother, and the tip of the spear penetrated into his brain, crushing the brain tissue and then withdrawing effortlessly, without any sign of being stuck in the skull and helmet, completing the fatal blow.

This was not something a Space Marine could do, a perfect combination of strength, skill and experience that Achamos had only seen in his Primarch.

However, the son of Dorne was fearless. He pushed his half-broken storm shield and swung his thunder hammer at the enemy. He had to seize the tiny chance that the opponent's spear was dragged by the body of his fighting brother, otherwise he would have no chance of winning in a head-on battle.

Achamos didn't know that the timing he thought was exactly the bait that the enemy could release, and when he pushed his storm shield forward, the Alpha warrior turned perfectly and pierced the storm shield with the other end of the spear, nailing his second heart.

The transformation surgery that the Astartes underwent gave them a second heart, which could sustain life even if one heart was shattered. Although the Imperial Fists with a pierced heart did not die immediately, they were undoubtedly in a state of near death.

"We are the Imperial Fists!"

Achamos was still roaring, and he tried to swing his thunder hammer again despite his injuries, but his weapon was broken into two pieces by the enemy's slightly shorter combat dagger.

The rebels did not continue to kill this tenacious Imperial Fist. He suddenly froze in place, and Achamos could faintly hear screams and alarms coming from the opponent's tactical helmet.

The Alphas who were attacking the Last Imperial Fist stopped their actions tacitly. They looked a little stunned and panicked.

"Too late."

Achamos smiled with relief, as a large amount of internal organ fragments and blood gushed out of his trachea, continuously accumulating in the helmet and almost flooding his nasal cavity.

He knew that reinforcements had arrived and the traitors had no chance.

With a deafening roar, the bottom floor of the Hydra Fortress was completely blasted open by the Dark Angel's Terrorwing using a technological relic. Red-hot steel dripped into boiling molten iron, gathering on the ground to form a shallow metal river.

The grim dark angels entered the battlefield through the opened hole. When the molten metal falling from the sky landed on their armor, a thin layer of energy shield prevented the erosion of the molten metal.

Ryan Jonson was the first to arrive at the battlefield. The indifferent Caliban Lion King swept his eyes across the corpses on the ground, and then locked onto a figure holding a silver spear among the many Lerna Terminators.

Achamos was thrown to the ground mercilessly, and the extremely sharp spear was pulled out from his second heart. The severe pain tortured Achamos's nerves. Alpha faced Ryan Johnson who came over vigilantly and slowly took off his helmet.

An Alpha with a heroic face and deep eyes revealed his true face, and the other Lerna Terminators also took off their helmets.

The Dark Angels were stunned for a moment, because the Alpha Warriors in front of them were exactly the same. They had the same faces, the same expressions, and even their heights and body shapes were almost the same.

Who is the real Alpharius?
(End of this chapter)