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

Chapter 421 Traitors, I have arrived (Please subscribe)

"The Standing Ones and Tiger Eyes are fighting fiercely on the surface. Fortunately, we arrived not too late."

Sanguinius propped himself up in front of the command platform in front of him, folding his wings behind him, and holographic projections of Jonson and Jaghatai appeared on the platform.

"We have to get rid of those traitor warships first. It's not a difficult task," said Chagatai.

Now, the reinforcements from the solar system have just arrived and have not yet dispersed. There are three Thundercloud-class planetary battleships staying together, and they are not afraid even if they are fighting against the main force of the rebels.

What's more, there was only one battleship, the Sword of the Phoenician, of the Emperor's Sons, and some other small fish and shrimps in front of him.

To the expeditionary fleet, these enemies were nothing more than a blight on their teeth.

"We need intelligence to get the boarding torpedoes and boarding boats ready."

"Release the electromagnetic pulse torpedo to paralyze it!"

Zhuang Sen has absorbed all the data on the battlefield in front of him. His brain is more powerful than the Thinker's computer, and he has now built a complete model of the battlefield.

Everything was under his control, and then orders were passed down according to Ryan's instructions.

The coordination of your own warships, possible macro cannon and torpedo counterattacks by the enemy, and the locations of more enemies that may be lurking in the galaxy.

For Ryan, grasping the overall picture of a battlefield of this level was not a difficult task; it was just an appetizer.

Under the control of the battleship's intelligent computer, the output power of the engine room skyrocketed instantly, and the acceleration capability that the Thundercloud-class planetary battleship was proud of was even more prominent inside the galaxy.

The speed of these three behemoths was even faster than those of the smaller battleships. The auspex and scanning array of the Emperor's Children's Sword of Phoenicia had just begun to sound the alarm when the New Caliban arrived.

If Ryan wanted to destroy them, the Phoenician Sword would have fallen under the impact of the damage explosion out of sight. Hundreds of macro cannons carrying electromagnetic pulse weapons smashed into the battleships, tearing apart their void shield defense systems.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Sword of the Phoenician was in a state of chaos with people screaming everywhere. Electric sparks were shooting out from the joints of the cabin, and scarlet lumen lights accompanied the alarm, as if doomsday had come.

Elkenax showed no mercy. He killed several frightened warship crew members with sword skills that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. At the same time, the guards around him began to maintain order.

"Prepare to fight back, follow me!"

Since the enemy did not continue to kill them with macro cannons and light spears, they must want to board the ship and seize it. They want prisoners.

This is naked humiliation!

The Emperor's Children lamented that if it were in the past, even if the battleship was attacked suddenly, there would not be such chaos inside. The strong discipline of the Third Legion was enough to launch a counterattack calmly.

Except for a few of the Emperor's Sons on the Sword of Phoenicia who still adhered to the original legion discipline like him, the rest were all addicted to pleasure and indulgence. They took all kinds of highly addictive drugs and enjoyed the strong hallucination of being in ecstasy.

The poison called "Bud Stimulus" is a psychic hallucinogen made from the blood of Warp Demons mixed with Eldar bone powder. It is an absolute hard currency among the Emperor's Children. The Dark Mechanicus developed these blasphemous things and they were enthusiastically embraced by the Emperor's Children.

In addition, there are some of the Emperor's Children who are obsessed with recreating their own artistic masterpieces on the bodies of mortal slaves. They enjoy cutting open the bodies of mortals while they are still alive, and removing the bones and internal organs bit by bit, creating wonderful paintings before their eyes.

The priests of the Dark Mechanicus could ensure that they would not die in a short period of time, and then these flesh and blood works of art would be hung on the cabin covered with human skin, allowing their screams and wails of joy to decorate this warship belonging to the Emperor's Children.

Elkenax used his sword to awaken those disgusting and vomiting battle-brothers and told them that the army of the False Emperor had arrived.

These undisciplined children of the Emperor took up their scimitars, a melee weapon very similar to the daemon weapon that Fulgrim had acquired in the temple of the Slayer.

The Emperor's Children, eager to emulate their perfect father, abandoned their original weapons and adopted these alien weapons.

The Noise Warriors, covered in fat and dead skin and dripping with highly corrosive saliva, followed Elkenax unsteadily, holding their deadly sonic weapons.

The electromagnetic storm spread around the Sword of Phoenicia, destroying most of the battleship's automatic facilities. The Mechanicus' servitors wailed and fell to the ground, their electronic components overloaded and burned.

Even the power system had shut down under the electromagnetic pulse, and the Mechanicus priests tried desperately to restart it, but to little avail. Elkenax's heart pounded, and his vision was pitch black, with only the light from the stars dimly illuminating the space within the battleship.

He was sure that the enemy's boarding troops were on the way.

"Attack signal detected on our port side!"

"The battleship's armor was torn!"

The remaining Mechanicus priests and technical sergeants roared loudly, relying on the most primitive sound to convey information. Communications had been cut off, and the electromagnetic storm accumulated in the battleship even caused sparks on the display screens of their tactical helmets.

He angrily pulled off his helmet and relied on his physical senses and intuition to fight.

The battleship was continuously hit by something heavy. It was the sound of boarding torpedoes and boarding boats penetrating the battleship's armor. The Emperor's Son counted the continuous impact sounds in his mind, his heart growing heavier and heavier.

The deck beneath their feet was constantly shaking and trembling, and in the violent shaking, the boarding torpedoes from the New Caliban had released all the Dark Angels they carried.

Lion-Steward Koswain personally led Deathwing and Terrorwing onto the deck of the Sword of the Phoenician. The hole blasted open by the boarding torpedo's hot melt drill dripped red boiling metal, which was then ruthlessly trampled into iron filings by the Dark Angels.

Costwain stared at the corrupted warship in disgust. The subspace energy reader on the power armor kept sending out shrill alarms. If a mortal body was directly exposed to such an environment, it would most likely be corrupted in a short period of time.

"Behead the traitors of the Emperor's Children, but spare their commanders. We need the complete intelligence from their minds."

Coswayn gave orders to the Dark Angel veterans around him, and then these veterans from various inner rings infiltrated into the various channels and pipes of the battleship like mercury pouring out of the ground.

Relying on his powerful intuition and the help of the built-in auspicious instrument, Costwain quickly charged towards the command deck. His guards followed closely beside him, protecting this powerful dark angel.

"Traitors, I have arrived!"

"Get out here and face me!"

Costwain was not worried at all that his tracks would be exposed. On the contrary, he hoped that the enemies could gather together so that he would not have to spend more time checking them one by one.

As his roar sounded, the owner of the Phoenician Sword also rushed towards this location. Elkenax and his Phoenix Guard veterans blocked Koswain.

The Emperor's Child tried to remain graceful, but his defenses crumbled before Corswayn's words.

"Are you veterans of the Phoenix Guard? Why do you have the nerve to call yourselves that?"

"Don't you feel that the Imperial Eagle on your chest is hot? You betrayed the Emperor but still call yourself the Son of the Emperor. Does this give you a sense of blasphemy?"

Coswayn taunted. He could clearly see the Phoenician symbol on the other's helmet, and the vertical crown in the center was a symbol of the other's identity.

That would be his trophy.

The fighting spirit between the Phoenix Guard and the Lion Lord was burning. As the strongest man under Lionel Johnson, Costwain wanted to test the quality of his opponent.

In milliseconds, Costwain's figure disappeared in front of his guards. The powerful power system of the power armor gave him a terrifying movement speed. He held a relic-level fine power sword, which was made by Caliban's master forger.

And his previous power sword remained in the body of the Lion King after the negotiation between him and Midnight Haunter broke down. Taking advantage of the fleeting opportunity, Koswain severely injured Midnight Haunter, which was a glory worth boasting about to the Astartes until his death.

"We are the most perfect Astartes. Let me see what you are capable of, boy of the Dark Angels!"

The Emperor's Son held the power sword in both hands, and used the standard Third Legion swordsmanship to fight with Corswayn.

The two powerful warriors clashed in a flash. Even the other Astartes could hardly see the speed at which Koswain swung his sword. It was fast, too fast. They were all Space Marines, but the gap between Space Marines might be greater than the gap between them and mortals.

The sparks from the collision between the power swords were like fireworks and silver flowers. The First Legion and the Third Legion would compete here to see who was superior.

The two sides exchanged sword skills dozens of times within a second, and the Lion King's butler welcomed this contest with a big laugh.

(End of this chapter)