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

Chapter 418 Titan vs Titan (Request for Subscription)
Pullman 4 is a severely desertified planet. Due to its long history of colonization, the natural environment here has been destroyed by humans for thousands of years. The most vast geographical environment on this planet is the desert.

The gray sky was filled with lethal amounts of dust, and occasionally, space debris from low-Earth orbit fell into the atmosphere, emitting faintly visible flames.

Everything was silent, save for the violent roar of the sandstorm. The terrifying storm in the desert could even pick up heavy vehicles and crush them like a meat grinder.

However, in the midst of this horrific natural disaster, there was suddenly a dull and huge sound of pounding footsteps.

It was as if the earth was roaring. The vibrations on the surface were getting stronger and stronger. The mountain rock strata that had been eroded by sandstorms for thousands of years were constantly shaking and collapsing under these abnormal vibrations.

A huge black shadow appeared in the sandstorm. It completely ignored the impact of the bad weather and appeared on the outskirts of the giant nest fortress with steps that could tear the earth apart.

A Nemesis-class Titan named Warbringer appeared in the desert. Its size was between that of a Warlord-class Titan and a Plunderer Titan. The most striking feature was the huge earthquake cannon behind it. This terrifying weapon could effectively destroy other divine machines.

This unique artillery weapon is equipped with a revolver loader, as well as an observer and a loader. In addition, the Warbringer Titan is also equipped with two shoulder-mounted anti-aircraft artillery arrays and arm-mounted laser blasters and volcano cannons.

The dark yellow paint of the Tiger Eye Titan Legion makes it blend in perfectly with the yellow sandy environment. These divine machines that have betrayed the Empire, their hungry and warlike machine spirits are roaring, urging the captain and the crew members to attack.

What is slightly different from the past is that these ferocious and violent Titan machines have brass spikes growing on their joints and horns, and a strong bloody smell surges from every corner of the machine, almost suffocating people.

The pilot of the Titan was immersed in a fluorescent green transparent solution. His limb muscles had severely atrophied, leaving only a layer of dry skin and internal bones.

By connecting to the soul of the Titan machine through the MIU system, the driver can use his own consciousness to fight against the violent and brutal machine. Controlling a Titan is a very mentally and physically demanding task, and controlling a Titan corrupted by the subspace is even more so.

The pilot's mouth, soaked in liquid, kept muttering to himself, as if he was praying and blessing the God of Machines he believed in in binary language, but the only response he got was the evil whispers from the subspace.

His body is shrinking further, which is not normal. Even a normal driver of a Titan would not have his flesh and blood decay so quickly. But under the influence of the power of chaos, this creation of the God of All Machines seems to be absorbing the soul and flesh of mankind.

It's eating its own driver, making them truly one.

The other mechanical priests, mechanical servants, and mortal engineers in the Titan's cockpit watched the scene numbly.

They provide engine and body maintenance for this divine machine. If their thoughts and memories were not distorted by the strong radiation inside the divine machine, this would be the third backup driver replaced by this Nemesis-class Titan.

Compared to the Titan pilots of the Empire, the Chaos Titans of the Warmaster are more harmful to humans. To them, suitable pilots are nothing more than consumable wetware.

No, to be more precise, all humans within Titan are consumables, even those priests of the Dark Mechanicus are nothing more than more durable wetware.

In order to seek his own victory, Horus frantically squeezed the power of these Titans, even if the price was to make the divine machine more unstable.

The Tiger Eye Titan Legion has more than one hundred and fifty Titan machines, most of which are Warlord-class Titans, Predator-class Titans and War Dog Titans.

It was not until the outbreak of the war that the more powerful Warmaster-class Titan replaced the Warlord-class Titan and became the ace.

Horus and the Mechanicus, who had long had ulterior motives, concealed the existence of the Warmaster-class Titans. It was not until the outbreak of the Heresy that these Warmaster-class Titans hiding in the shadows came into the public eye.

The Warmaster-class Titan is a being created specifically for destruction. His main weapon is a specially customized Sovereign-class Plasma Destroyer, which can shoot out a blazing plasma storm at an astonishing speed and vaporize an entire enemy army in an instant.

Even a Warlord-class Titan would struggle to survive the plasma storm of a Warmaster-class Titan. Its northern armored box also housed six Revelator missile launchers. These precision weapons, specifically designed to strike Titan-class targets, could easily destroy super-heavy tanks and smaller Titans. At this moment, the Emperor's Children ordered the Tiger's Eye Titan Legion to deploy three Warmaster-class Titans, along with over fifty Warlord-class Titans and twenty Warhound-class Titans.

Half of the divine machines of the entire Tiger Eye Titan Legion have been deployed to this planet, which symbolizes their firm determination to take down this stubbornly resisting world.

"The enemy is at the gates." Inside the hive fortress world, the planetary governor couldn't help but sigh.

Beside him, Lancelot, the Iron Father of the Iron Hands Legion, was receiving various intelligence data with an expressionless face. One of his eyes had been replaced with an electronic eye, and half of his face had been replaced with a sophisticated ceramic mask. They responded to the rescue and came here to take revenge on the traitors.

Especially the traitors of the Emperor's Children, the Iron Father swore to the Emperor that he would cut off their heads. The death of Ferrus Malus was a pain that could never be relieved.

Once upon a time, the Iron Hands and the Emperor's Children were truly as close as brothers. Under the close relationship between the two Primarchs, the two Astartes Legions could almost be regarded as a whole.

But everything ended at Isstvan V. Fulgrim brutally killed his Gorgon brothers and cut off the heads of his blood relatives. The Iron Hands lost their own Primarch, and this hatred was irreconcilable.

"Let the Standing Legion go into battle. Only the Titan Legion can fight against the Titan Legion." Lancelot said to the Mechanicus sage beside him.

Thanks to the close relationship between the Iron Hands and the Mechanicus, they brought the Standing Titan Legion with them this time, and the Mechanicus fully supported the Iron Hands' revenge.

There was a trace of worry in the eyes of the Planetary Governor. He did not doubt the fighting power of the Iron Hands Legion and the Standing Titan Legion, but facing the traitors who had surrounded them, could they really defeat the enemy?
A sense of loss welled up in his heart.

Among the many lords of the Betagarmon Cluster, many directly betrayed the empire and chose to throw themselves into the arms of Horus, but he did not. He remained firm in his beliefs and fought the enemy to the end.

His son persuaded him to surrender to Horus, so as to ensure the inheritance and continuation of his family. Anyway, there was no difference between the Emperor and the Warmaster to them. They were just tyrants who only knew how to collect tithes.

It's no big deal to have a new owner.

However, the planetary governor did not agree to his son's persuasion, but personally executed the wavering heir with the ancient sword inherited from his family, using his blood to make his position clear to everyone.

Anyone who wants to surrender will end up dead.

His loyalty would never be tarnished, even by his offspring.

"I am holding on here, but what about the Empire? Where are the reinforcements from the Empire? Now that the warp storm has dissipated, why haven't they come yet?"

He even had a terrible doubt in his heart. Did the Empire and the Primarchs intend to sacrifice them in order to delay the traitors in the Beta Garmon Cluster?

Will not!
The planetary governor threw all distractions behind him. Now facing a powerful enemy, the ancient void shield can block the enemy's orbital bombardment, but it cannot stop the slowly advancing Titan army. Only by fighting with all his strength can there be any chance of survival.

Support from the Primarch and the Empire must be on the way, that's for sure.

He immediately got busy, mobilizing mortal troops with the assistance of planetary officials to provide fire support for the great Space Marines and Titans.

(End of this chapter)