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

Chapter 345: Death of Alpha (Please subscribe)
"I know you hate me, thinking that I have betrayed my father's ways and supported Horus' ambitions."

"Only by going deep into the enemy camp can we provide assistance at the critical moment. I am helping Dorn eliminate the weak parts of the solar system's defense line."

"Only the survival of the fittest can lead to perfection."

The Pale Spear struggled to resist the increasingly fierce blows of the Wolf Blade. Alpharius tried to communicate with Lion's Jonson, but it was just a futile attempt.

The silent lion refused any compromise or concession. His sword blade brushed against Alpha's breastplate, but was dodged by the opponent with superb skills. The flexibility of the Hydra Lord was incredible. Even wearing heavy armor, he could twist his body to an astonishing degree.

In the eyes of the Dark Angel Terminators, Alpharius was like a deadly dancer, dodging frantically around their genetic father. He walked on the edge of a blade, and if he lost his concentration for a moment, he would be completely torn to pieces by the Lion's giant blade.

"I have my own mission, Ryan. Alpha's mission is different from yours. You don't know who humans are fighting against. You know nothing about the subspace."

Alpha launched another attack. His strength was far inferior to Ryan Johnson's, but his strange fighting style was as tough and difficult as a giant python in the dark night. The Caliban people seemed to have returned to the deep and dark jungle, entangled with those ferocious snakes.

In the dark and humid wetland mud, a poisonous snake was swimming around waiting for an opportunity. Its fine scales made rustling sounds, and it was ready to extend its deadly fangs at any time.

Large numbers of Lerna Terminators fell under the blade of the Dark Angel like being mowed. Alpha no longer had the energy to feel sad about the tragic massacre of his offspring, because Ryan was constantly adapting to his combat mode.

The Caliban used absolute primitive instinct to resist Alpha's unpredictable stabs. His deep and dark lion eyes glowed green, and the murderous intent emanating from them made the Primarch feel a chill on his back.

"Why is Jonson here?" Alpharius was puzzled. This shouldn't happen. The Dark Angels shouldn't return to defend Terra.

After a few more rounds, Alpharius's gorgeous Hydra shoulder armor turned into fragments under the cutting of Lion's wolf blade. The sword cut deeply into the shoulder armor, and a large amount of blood gushed out immediately.

The enemy was roaring, as if he was really confused.

"I am not here to kill my brothers, Lion, and I am not loyal to Horus. Everything I do is to bring you victory!"

Blood was dripping from the armor of the Lion King of Caliban. That was not his blood, but the blood of the Alphas after being torn apart by the wolf blades.

"Ryan, you are the best among us, don't you want to know the truth?"

"That's all lies! Alpharius, do you think I'd be so stupid?"

The lion roared, he looked directly into Alpharius' eyes and saw clear sincerity.

Ryan frowned, his serious and tense face wrinkled into a ball. He fought with a brother in silence, and an emotion called doubt and confusion spread in his heart.

In his heart, he also began to wonder about the truth in Alpha's words. Could it be that the elusive Alpha Legion really had its own special mission?
Alpha, Salamanders, Space Wolves, as the Trifoliate Legion of the Lord of Humanity, they all have their own missions, but only Alpha joined the rebellion, which is a suspicious point.

But Alpha's agents also attempted to assassinate Guilliman. Ten Hydra warriors trapped the Lord of Macragge in his office and severely injured him. Lion knew this history.

Could it be that the Alpha Legion are loyalists lurking in the enemy camp?
Hundreds of thoughts flashed through the brain of the Caliban Lion King in an instant, but these thoughts were as mysterious and contradictory as those of the Alphas. This mysterious legion always did things that contradicted and conflicted with each other.

Is Alpha loyal or rebellious? Ryan is confused.

But when the noise of the Death Wing veterans' combat boots stomping on the ground passed through his ears, Ryan, who was struggling in his mind, suddenly woke up.

The confusion in his eyes disappeared, and the dance of the wolf blade in his hand became more deadly. He had gotten rid of his confusion.

Even if Alpha is truly loyal, when he commits such a treacherous act, he is essentially a traitor.

Judging by deeds, not intentions, even the fallen Horus's slogan was to overthrow the Emperor and truly liberate humanity. But tens of thousands of human worlds perished under the Warmaster's iron heel. What about them? Did they deserve to die?

The Warmaster declared that the Emperor had betrayed humanity and that his father was using humans to perform his own ascension ritual. In his vision of the future, Horus saw the Emperor sitting high on the Golden Throne, and the world called him the God-Emperor. At that time, he was no different from a god.

He angrily accused the Emperor of betraying them, betraying humanity, and betraying the Primarch.

Who doesn't talk about loyalty?
When Alpharius continued to infiltrate rebellions within the solar system, led his army to destroy this satellite fortress, and when he once ordered assassins to assassinate Guilliman, he was already a traitor.

If Ryan couldn't see his loyalty, then he could die.

At this moment, an extremely dazzling transmission beam came from the upper level of the Hydra Fortress, and another golden giant descended here.

Rogal Dorn the Indomitable, Lord Steward of Terra, has arrived.

"Brother, I'm here." Dorn shouted to Ryan.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists shook his body, he seized the critical moment of the fierce battle between Alpha and Lion, and rushed to Alpha's side. The Lord of Hydra hurriedly stabbed Rogue with the other end of his spear, and the sharp power field pierced Dorn's golden shoulder armor.

The Pale Spear got stuck in the gap of the shoulder armor, and everyone was surprised, because Dorn almost rushed forward and blocked the attack with his shoulder armor.

He held the spear handle with his left hand, and with the other hand holding the Storm's Fang, Dorn immediately swung the blade.

Before Alpharius could say something, Dorn's Stormfang severed his wrist from his body.

Dorn's face was as cold and hard as a rock covered with glaciers. There was no expression on his face. The Stormfang in his hand changed direction and attacked again. This magic weapon forged by Invit craftsmen tore through Alpha's armor like a hot knife cutting butter.

The countless single-molecule serrations of the Storm's Fang tore at the guard plates of the Primarch's armor. Alpharius's flesh was torn apart by the violent attack, blood gushed out, flesh and blood splattered, and even the white skeleton was exposed to the air with blood.

Even Ryan was shocked by Rogal Dorn's sudden attack, but then he realized that his prey had been taken away.

Dorn pushed his Stormfang and continued to charge. The roaring blade pierced Alpha's chest, then tore through the armor on his back and directly hit the power pack. With a flash of energy sparks, Stormfang completely passed through the Primarch.

Dorn and Alpharius were so close that from Ryan's perspective it looked almost like an intimate hug between blood brothers.

With such injuries, even a Primarch would almost certainly die. Dorn just watched his brother spitting blood in front of him. Broken organ fragments gushed out of Alpha's mouth, and blood dripped down the Pale Spear and the Primarch's armor to the ground, to be sucked by the eternally hungry earth.

Here three Primarchs met, and within this tiny fortress on the moon of Pluto, a child of the Emperor perished.

"Brother..." The corners of Alpha's mouth twitched, as if he was extremely unwilling, and he slowly uttered the last words.

Afterwards, everyone seemed to hear a giant snake's scream, and on the other side of the real universe, a storm seemed to have arisen in the surging sea of ​​souls.

The nine-headed giant snake whimpered and fell, falling into the deeper ocean of ether.

Alpharius, who was pierced through the chest, staggered back a few steps and broke away from Dorn's arms. He held the Stormfang on his chest with both hands, as if he wanted to say something before he died, but Llane Jonson's angry blow came from behind.

The wolf blade tore through Alpha's neck, cutting through the primarch's tough flesh and bones, and chopping off the shiny head.

A noble Primarch died silently in the dark underground of the Hydra Satellite Fortress, while those Alpha Warriors had already been slaughtered by the Dark Angels.

(End of this chapter)