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

Chapter 424: Let Titans Land (Please Subscribe)
The devastating explosion caused by the Sword of Phoenicia falling to the surface was clearly visible even to the Imperial fleet in space.

The rising giant fireball and mushroom cloud broke through the top of the atmosphere, and the radioactive dust almost broke through the confinement of the outer atmosphere and went straight into the universe.

The lion looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, revealing a bit of joy and satisfaction.

In his inner forest that no one could enter, a naked beast with golden hair hanging down behind him let go of all his defenses and disguises and enjoyed the destruction before him.

The Caliban man enjoys the visual impact created by this moment of destruction, just like a subconscious projection of his deep-seated barbaric nature.

"This is the fate of treason. They will drown in their own blood. This is what is happening now. The rebels of the Emperor's Children are destroyed by their own warships. This is a declaration of war against traitors."

Different from the charismatic temperament of Sanguinius, the Lion King is a complete condensation of iron and blood. His declaration is merciless and the breath is like a sea of ​​corpses and blood, which makes people feel cold to the bone.

Even the loyal ones are still afraid of the coming of the Lion King.

The captured supreme commander Elkenax was brought before Ryan. The inner circle veterans of the Sandalwood Order had been waiting for a long time. They would squeeze every bit of useful information out of the traitor's brain, whether he was willing to speak or not.

Whether their will is strong or not has no effect on them. When the physical meaning is opened up, the mental resistance is so fragile.

However, this process may not be very pleasant. If the Emperor's son's will is strong enough, he may be able to survive successfully.

The Emperor's Son, his helmet removed and his Hades-type power armour stripped off, knelt before the Lion King. The abominable warp distortions on his body were completely exposed to everyone's sight. His ugliness, his fragility and his patheticness were all within sight.

The rebel kneeling on the ground was like a maggot, his heart was clenched so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

"Why, why are you here?"

As soon as Elkenax saw the Lion of Caliban, his heart, which had already been broken by Koswain's scolding, collapsed even more. The Great Bearer had clearly promised that the three legions trapped in the Far East would not return to Terra, and the Lion would not appear here.

"Whatever my foolish brothers told you, it was all wrong and false, I have returned and will bring judgment and punishment upon you."

"Same to you, same to Fulgrim, same to Horus."

The lion's words were like a hammer that smashed the traitor's heart to pieces. All the luck and madness disappeared after Ryan appeared.

The man in front of him is the Lion King of Caliban, the embodiment of the destruction of the empire. He and his legion are like scavengers in the dark, sweeping away rebellion and enemies in places no one knows.

These rebels under Horus knew very well that as soon as the Imperial legions reacted, only defeat would await them.

The Ultramarines, Dark Angels, and Blood Angels, these three most threatening legions must be isolated outside the battlefield.

Ryan frowned slightly, a groove appeared between his eyebrows, and the extremely low pressure emanating from his body symbolized his unhappy mood.

He had thought that these traitors to the Emperor's Children would make some grand speeches to prove their position and their beliefs, but there was nothing.

He would rather the other party was a strong and tough warrior with iron bones, and he would spit blood on him even if it meant gritting his teeth, and then he would mock the corruption and ignorance of the Empire and declare that the Warp was the real savior.

The traitors of the Emperor's Children were even more ridiculous than Lion had imagined. Even after they had defected to the Warp, they had not formed their own will and beliefs. Instead, they became ridiculous slaves of the Warp and were toyed with at will by the other side.

"Although the Third Legion pursued perfection excessively during the Great Crusade, they did have the capital to do so. But now, looking at these boneless guys, I no longer think that the actions of Fulgrim and his descendants have brought shame to me. This makes me feel more disappointed than shame."

The lion waved his hand and asked the Astartes of the Sandalwood Order to take the other party away.

However, he still instructed the warriors of the Order to spare the poor captive's life if possible. He wanted to send this guy back to Fulgrim and laugh at his stupidity in person. That would be very interesting.

"Sir, should we allow the Yanyang Titan Legion to continue landing?"

Captain Stannis was staring at the holographic projection on the bridge. With the assistance of the battleship's intelligent computer, his work pressure was even lighter than when he was on the Indomitable Truth.

He stared coldly at the wreckage of the Phoenician Sword on the landmark, then turned to ask Ryan for his orders.

"Continue to land and let the Yanyang Titan Legion show its strength. They have been besieged by the enemy for a long time. The people of this planet need to be comforted and inspired."

"The news of our arrival will spread to other star systems and other loyalists, and it will deter traitors."

Ryan said calmly, it's not that he doesn't understand human nature, but he thinks there's no need to care about these things when dealing with people who are lower than himself.

Only when facing the Emperor and his other Primarch brothers does he need to care about these things.

The Primarch's orders were quickly passed on to the Mechanicus priests on the battleships. Many of these devout Ohm Messiah believers had followed from Terra in order to get closer to the New Caliban and three other Thundercloud-class planetary battleships.

For many people, being able to stay with such an epic battleship is an unparalleled honor.

"God's machine is out, praise the Om Messiah!"

They rang the holy bells, lit the sacred candles, and devoutly used binary prayers to awaken the soul of the divine machine.

The machine soul inside the Titan machine also woke up from its dormant state under the control of the captain and the crew.

The Flame Sun Titan Legion from the Five Hundred Worlds possesses the terrifying power of more than three hundred Titans. In order to build it, the Forge World Mustafar invested a huge amount of productivity.

However, this young Titan Legion did not actually participate in large-scale battles. By the time it was born, the rebellion in the Extreme Star Region had basically been quelled.

The Shadow Crusade led by Angron and Lorgar was defeated, so Guilliman allowed his brother to lead this powerful Titan legion.

He believed that his brothers and the defenders of the empire needed this power more.

The most powerful divine machine of the Yanyang Titan Legion is naturally the largest Emperor-class Titan in the Titan sequence. Each of these largest war weapons consumes a large amount of resources and production capacity. Even if they have intelligent computers for automated production, Emperor-class Titans are still scarce.

The materials and time consumed in producing one Emperor-class Titan are sufficient to produce dozens of Warlord-class Titans and tens of thousands of super-heavy tanks.

The loud sound of gears turning rang out from the cabin, and the engine of the Emperor-class Titan, which was over a hundred meters tall, began to roar. Amidst the sacred blessings, the captain of the flight crew took his first step.

The huge Emperor-class Titan is like a moving city. On its broad body stand countless magnificent structures like skyscrapers.

Those are void shield generators and energy operation systems. Twelve void shields are intertwined with each other, forming an almost unbreakable defense system.

As the Titan machines' footsteps sounded, the landing capsule of the new Caliban slowly opened, directly sending these hundreds of meters high divine machines into the planet's orbit.

The powerful anti-gravity engines they carry can offset their own gravitational potential energy, allowing these magical machines to reach the surface without the need for cumbersome transport ships.

The loyal humans on the ground witnessed huge flames falling from the sky, but unlike the fall of the Phoenician sword just now, these gentler flames descended on the earth in a more unstoppable and steady manner.

(End of this chapter)