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

Chapter 420 Giant War (Please subscribe)

The fall of the first Titan God Machine symbolized the official start of this war. The War Hound-class Titans of the Tiger Eye Titan Legion attacked very quickly. They were like real wolves, surrounding the fighters of the Standout Legion from the flank.

While the Warhound class Titans are the smallest of the Titans, and are designed to target infantry and light vehicles rather than larger Titans, this does not mean they are not a threat.

In fact, when War Hound Titans form wolf pack tactics, they can even use the adamantium hooks they eject to pull down larger members of their own kind. The War Hound Titans of the World Eaters Legion are particularly good at this.

In the Standing Titan Legion, a warlord-class Titan pilot named Rupert, under the prayers of the crew members, controlled the machine soul of the divine machine and launched a charge towards the enemy.

"Ring the bell once! Push the lever, start the piston and pump!
Ring the bell twice! Press the button to start the engine, ignite the turbine and breathe life into it!
Ring the bell three times! Sing in unison, and praise the God of all things."

Servitors and slaves sang in unison, while the Mechanicus' technicians chanted prayers in binary.

The machine souls of the warlord-class Titans are roaring. Warmongering has never been exclusive to the divine machines of the Tiger-Eye Titan Legion. No Titan's machine soul will succumb to the tyranny of another of its kind.

They all understood that the ones before them were no longer the same kind, that these abominable creatures had already succumbed to the slavery of the Warp, and that the enemy was a slave of darkness, not an extension of the power of Om Messiah.

The Titans rushed towards their respective enemies fearlessly. Every roar of the volcanic cannon would wipe out the opponent's vassal army on the surface. The fragile organisms were instantly burned to ashes under the ultra-high temperature sweep.

All the terrifying weapons mounted on the Titan were put into use. Rupert controlled his metal body and frantically launched plasma blasters, super-heavy melta cannons and other attacks that were extremely lethal to the Titan.

At the same time, a large number of short-range defense systems began to open fire at full power. The high-rate artillery on both sides of the armored head and the defensive turrets on both sides of the thighs that were comparable to heavy tanks swept across the light units of the rebels on the ground.

There is no possibility of getting hurt on the battlefield when Titans intervene. The firepower overflowing from the complete explosion will destroy infantry units and armored vehicles along with the earth as long as they are within the attack range.

This is the stage for the Titan God Machine, and all other war units are just supporting roles that appear to demonstrate the majesty of the Titan.

The Standing Titan Legion began to focus its fire on the enemy's Warmaster-class Titan, the Hirabarzir. These experienced captains understood that no one in their army could face the terrifying Titan killer head-on.

As the saying goes, it is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten fingers. As long as the Shirabarzir and the other two Warmaster-class Titans are still there, they will face an absolute disadvantage.

It would be better to take advantage of the fact that those who stand tall are at their peak and get rid of the difficult and tough ones now.

The total number of the Standing Legion is around sixty, which should be a number that can engage in a long tug-of-war with the Tiger-Eye Titan Legion. However, due to the existence of the Warmaster-class Titans, they have fallen into a very passive situation.

"Those damned traitors installed a Mars-type void shield protection array on the Warmaster-class Titan. It has seven sets of void shield generators. We have to overload seven sets of void shields at once before we can attack its main body!"

"Seven void shields! Are you kidding me?"

Rupert roared as he talked to the other Titan pilots through the communication platform to keep in step.

"This thing's defense is probably on par with that of an Emperor-class Titan. God of All Machines, the scanning array shows that underneath its void shield, there is a level 30 armor made of plastic steel and high-strength ceramics, precisely constructed and combined. At the bottom is its adamantine body."

These Mechanicus captains understood this concept very well, which meant that this Warmaster-class Titan was more like a huge moving lump of iron than a divine machine.

What on earth did those Dark Mechanicus bastards do to it to make this giant hunk of metal move?

Its design concept is that after the void shield fails, the Warmaster-class Titan can still rely on the complete armor system to stand still.

Compared to it, the Warlord-class Titan is just a fragile toy that will fall down at the slightest touch.

But they had no choice. Every Titan of the Standing began to focus its fire on the Shirabarzhir.

The enemy attempted to reactivate their void shields, but the Loyalists gave them no chance. A raging plasma torrent, carrying particles reaching temperatures exceeding 100 million degrees Celsius, would melt through even adamantine metal wherever it passed. The Tiger Eye Legion understood their intentions. Under the captain's control, the Hirabarzir instantly turned, directing its heavy shoulder armor towards the concentrated fire from the Loyalist Titans.

A teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing was heard, and the Warmaster-class Titan stumbled back a few steps, still keeping its center of gravity steady. The location where it was targeted by the Standees' fire had been completely melted through, and the molten metal continued to fall to the ground, quickly cooling and taking shape in the holes created by its giant claws.

As for the knight mechas around the Shirabaril, they were directly reduced to ashes by the aftermath of the battle. The knight mechas were too weak in a war of this level and were completely vulnerable.

"Damn, what kind of monster is that? It's not dead yet!" Rupert said in horror. They exchanged injuries but still couldn't do anything to the Warmaster-class Titan. Although the rebellious machine was severely damaged, it was still alive.

At the same time, the metal hatch on the back of the Hirabarzir, which had withstood the first wave of attacks, popped open, and six-mounted Revelator missiles burst out at once. Round after round of missile attacks immediately caused the Titans of the Standstill to stagger.

This is how Titans fight. These thick-skinned giants are able to withstand dozens or even hundreds of attacks from the enemy without being defeated, unless they are hit head-on by the Warmaster-class Titan's ultimate weapon, the Plasma Destroyer, which can kill them with one blow.

The Tiger Eye Titan Legion had no concerns at all. They directly closed the distance and began to accumulate energy with the giant chainsaw swords or power fists mounted on their right arms.

These terrifying enemies approached the Stand with unimaginable speed and agility. Rupert only felt a flash before his eyes, and the half-crippled Warmaster-class Titan had arrived in front of him.

He instantly felt a chill running through his bones, because the opponent's huge power claw flashed a dazzling decomposition force field and went straight to the energy core on his back.

Rupert tried his best to dodge, and finally survived after paying the heavy price of a Titan arm.

However, his teammates did not have such luck and skills. In another brutal close-range fight, a warlord-class Titan was once again pierced through the vitals and died in the explosion.

The war between Titans was like a meat grinder, with only real damage exchanged. In contrast, the mortal armies around them were decreasing at an alarming rate, so much so that the commanders had to withdraw the mortal troops.

Rupert had a premonition of a hopeless fate. Facing the well-prepared Tiger-Eye Titan Legion, the Standing Ones seemed to have reached a critical moment of life and death.

Emperor, please show us the way!
Om Messiah, bless us!
The Titan he was riding was already seriously injured, so Rupert simply let go of his defense completely, trading injuries for injuries to buy time for his comrades.

Everyone on the planet is worried about the progress of this Titan war. The loyalists understand that once the Standing Titan Legion falls, what awaits them will be death and shameful captivity.

At that time, death might be a better outcome. The worse outcome is that the enemy will sacrifice them to the warp, which will be endless torture and terror.

The governor was already in despair. Standing from a third-party perspective, he could see the development of the war most clearly.

The Standfast's losses were far faster than those of the enemy, and none of the three most powerful Warmaster-class Titans had fallen yet.

The Warmaster-class Titan is worthy of its design positioning as a Titan Killer. It moves back and forth among the Standees, relying on its terrifying health bar and defense to never fall.

The planetary governor, who had aged dozens of years in a short period of time, looked up at the sky helplessly, praying for possible reinforcements.

But suddenly, he rubbed his eyes frantically as if he had seen some hallucination.

At the end of his sight, strange spots of light flickered in the dark universe. Three huge black shadows like celestial planets were approaching at high speed in space. They were so huge, but the governor had never seen such a huge spaceship.

"No, no, that's not an illusion!"

The Governor muttered to himself as if he was insane. He rushed to the Mechanicus priest beside him, grabbed his Martian red robe and questioned him frantically.

"Tell me it wasn't an illusion!"

(End of this chapter)