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

Chapter 444: A Group of Pig Teammates (Please Subscribe)

There was dead silence in the command ship.

Captain Velen Ashurden calmly watched the holographic screen in front of him as the light spots of the warships belonging to the Sons of Horus disappeared one by one. Except for a few light spots marked as Iron Warriors and World Eaters that escaped, the rest were completely wiped out.

"We have deployed over twenty thousand elite veterans of the Sons of Horus to Zeta Garmon, and now they have given their lives for their father's great cause."

"Should I be happy or angry, my colleagues?"

On the command deck, in addition to the other Sons of Horus commanders, there were representatives of the Iron Warriors, World Eaters, Emperor's Children and Death Guard.

"The enemy is the White Scars. We have already dealt a heavy blow to them. Even their flagship, the Bladestorm, was destroyed. Where did they get such a powerful military force?"

Said the Death Guard warrior wearing dark green power armor and holding a chainsaw sickle.

He wore a gas mask shaped like a pig's snout, leaving only his eyes exposed. At the same time, a strong stench of poison gas emanated from his body, and even other rebel Astartes were reluctant to get too close to him.

These sons of Mortarion, who are of the descent of Barbarus, like their genetic father, like to wear poisonous aromatherapy from their hometown. Those highly toxic gases can make the Death Guard feel at home.

Ashuldon glanced at the Death Guard commander and understood what he meant. He was just secretly mocking the fragility of their other legions.

When it comes to tenacity, only the Barbarus can stand out from the crowd.

"Everyone, this time the Pseudo-Emperor's army is very different from before. Intelligence from multiple fronts has shown that they have completed the replacement and equipment upgrades, even the Void Battleships."

As he spoke, the huge figure of the Sky Eagle appeared in the huge holographic projection. Beside her, there was also the Queen of Glory-class battleship such as the Spirit of Vengeance as a reference.

Seeing the ship's hull that was as long as three Glorious Queens, the representatives from all parties fell silent.

"I remember that the Furious Abyss-class battleship that we and Kebhar secretly built in the dock on Jupiter was only slightly larger than the Glorious Queen, right?"

"Those Dark Mechanicus rubbish are despicable. We invested so many resources and strength, but they left us with no advantage in the war."

Noisy arguments and curses rang out in the command post. The representatives present were from different legions and the relationship between them was not harmonious.

If it weren't for Ashurden, the most prestigious son of Horus, they would have parted ways in a quarrel.

The legions that launched the rebellion were never a monolithic group; the core of all of them was the war commander, Horus.

The Iron Warriors' commander was shrouded in iron-gray Mark IV Extreme Power Armor. He did not utter a word, but silently watched the warships of the Fourth Legion that escaped back in the holographic projection.

He accurately calculated the battle losses, but found that their casualty rate was far greater than that of the pseudo-emperor's army.

The son of Perturabo was the best at calculation and prediction, and this was not good news.

How many such warships does the False Emperor's army have? If the White Scars have them, then what about the Dark Angels and Blood Angels who came to support the Beta Garmon Cluster? Don't they have them?

After some cold calculations, he concluded that the rebels' chances of winning were declining.

If they can’t even take down Betagarmon, how are they going to conquer Terra?
"I heard that after the news of the defeat from Pullman 4, the captured Emperor's Children Commander Elkenax was also released?" said the Iron Warrior.

The representative of the Emperor's Son, dressed in gorgeous armor and Phoenician purple, could no longer sit still.

"So what? That loser Elkenax has been put into the Hellbeast, and he will continue to be loyal to the Primarch." The focus of the argument between the Iron Warriors and the Emperor's Children was the commander of the Emperor's Children who was sent back by Llane Johnson. After being brainwashed by the Sandalwood Order and reading all the secrets, Elkenax was put on a transport ship and sent back.

Of course, Ryan would not be so kind. After being tortured by those inner circle veterans, Elkenax had already become a complete cripple. Even the black shell had been pulled out from under his skin, and his brain had become completely insane after the torture.

The Lion King's actions were intended to assert his presence and provoke the rebels, and both Horus and Ashurden were well aware of this.

Facing this terrifying opponent, even Horus would not act rashly, nor would he be disturbed by these boring emotions.

"Silence!" said Ashurden.

Because Fulgrim had plotted against Perturabo and severely injured the Iron Lord, the relationship between the Iron Warriors and the Emperor's Children deteriorated rapidly.

Ashurden understood that if he did not speak up, the two legions with huge hatred would probably start fighting each other.

"For the sake of Horus, and for the great cause of overthrowing the false emperor, brothers, please stay calm."

After the title of the Warmaster was mentioned, everyone present finally calmed down. No one dared to disobey the reputation of the Wolf Shepherd God, not to mention that Horus himself was in the Beta Garmon Star Cluster.

The Sixteenth Legion announced that Horus had arrived in Betagarmon and was on his way.

However, only Ashurden knew that his genetic father had actually gone to the western part of the galaxy to seize a new weapon that could fight against the false emperor's battleships.

"Blackstone Fortress." Ashurden muttered to himself.

In the space naval battle in the Zeta Garmon galaxy, he remotely commanded the troops and warships. Ashurden thought he had demonstrated his full potential, but he still failed utterly in front of the desperate new flagship of the White Scars.

If they cannot deal with the Sky Eagle, then no matter how many warships they gather, they will not be able to escape the fate of defeat.

The Blackstone Fortress was the key to turning the disadvantage around, so Horus went to take it himself. He did not trust any of his descendants to take on such an important task.

"The false emperor's army will definitely continue to attack. We can't be distracted too much by the White Scars' big moves—" Ashurden said, expressing his own views. "The most critical opponent is Ryan Jonson, the terrible beast of Caliban. He is the one we have to deal with in the end."

"Chagatai Khan's actions were to cover up for his brothers. Didn't you notice? Why do we only see the White Scars' big moves from the intelligence? What are the more terrifying and powerful Dark Angels doing?"

The Son of Horus felt a chill running down his spine from the intelligence. On the battlefield, invisible enemies like the Dark Angels were the most terrifying, which meant that he had no insight into the opponent's strategic intentions at all.

"I didn't see it." A World Eater captain with a Butcher's Nail on his head and an undisguised murderous aura said, and he was quite sincere.

"I don't care about these. I only care about whether I can make the false emperor's army bleed! The Blood God is expecting me to chop off more heads. I can't endure it any longer!"

Ashurden sighed helplessly. These World Eaters were originally good at war, but after being driven into trouble, all they had left was the desire to kill.

Their genetic father had long since disappeared in the legion, just like the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim. According to rumors, Angron has been wandering on the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds, and Horus has sent the Iron Lord to retrieve the Primarch who had ascended to magic.

Together with Fulgrim who was sought after by the Great Bearer, and Magnus whose whereabouts were unknown, there were not many Primarchs who could be considered reliable among the rebels.

Ashuldeng looked at the strange-looking group of rebels in front of him and felt deeply tired.

He couldn't lead them, he really couldn't. If it wasn't for the need to gather all available forces in order to overthrow the false emperor, Horus wouldn't want to win these guys over to his camp.

(End of this chapter)