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

Chapter 459 This is our home (Please subscribe)

With the battlefield as the center, the Red Tear and other warships carried out a devastating orbital bombardment.

The rotten muddy land, the destroyed rusty ruins, all the imperial resistance lines and the enemy's siege weapons were all reduced to ashes under the spears of light.

Traitors and loyalists who have fought in the wasteland for years are destroyed together. Radolon must eliminate as many traces of pollution as possible caused by the appearance of the Great Unclean One in the real universe.

An area with a radius of hundreds of kilometers was razed to the ground, and the planet Minoris Garmon 147 was left with an extremely ugly huge scar. Perhaps this scar will still exist even ten thousand years later.

Having temporarily ended the war, Radolon met with the planet's only remaining supreme commander, a middle-aged general named Thorndike Roy.

The noble Son of Angel took off his helmet and met General Thorndike in his true form.

Few people pay attention to one point, that is, the transformed people who have been implanted with the gene seeds of the Blood Angels, whether they are ordinary people with poor genetic conditions or mutants with congenital deformities, will be transformed into elegant and handsome, strong and extraordinary Space Marines after nineteen operations are completed.

However, handsomeness or not means nothing to Space Marines. They devote everything to war and loyalty, and abandon those vulgar and boring desires.

"Thank you for your support to Minoris, sir." Although he said thank you, General Thorndike's face was not soft at all, but as cold as a stone.

It was true that the Blood Angels had sent reinforcements, but they had also bombed their own planet, and the area within hundreds of kilometers centered on the battlefield had completely turned into a crystalline white land. The light of stars could even gather there, refracting a second sun in the atmosphere.

They also understood that the Blood Angels' actions were the best solution, but emotionally they could not accept it.

This is their home.

The meticulous Radon could sense the complicated emotions in the heart of the mortal general in front of him.

This decorated Captain of the First Company of the Blood Angels had seen action throughout the Great Crusade, and the dangers of battle had left only a few scars on his face and a few streaks of silver in his wiry hair.

Radon will not reveal any of his emotional fluctuations, and any emotional changes will be perfectly hidden like the flesh under the power armor.

"General Thorndike, I must inform you that the enemies in Minoris have been completely wiped out. The traitors of the Death Guard have fled after suffering heavy casualties, and the enemies in the Warp have also been wiped out by our orbital bombardment."

"But this planet has been thoroughly polluted, whether it's the virus bombs and chemical weapons left by the Death Guard, or the hidden dangers left by the subspace creatures. You should leave this world."

The company commander's words contained a lot of information, and the general's face instantly turned ugly.

"You want us to evacuate? Sir, is this what the Empire wants?"

Radon nodded calmly. As the commander entrusted by Sanguinius with full authority, his will was the will of the empire.

"Minoris Garmon 147 is no longer of defensive value, but the population here is still the Emperor's currency. You should not wait to die here."

"I can't guarantee whether the enemy will attack again in the future, but there will probably be no reinforcements. We are the last reinforcements."

Although the Blood Angels did not say it clearly, his meaning was very clear. In the Empire's plan, the Beta Garmon Cluster was not a place that could not be abandoned. In fact, the purpose of the three legions coming here was to bleed the enemy in advance.

It would be best to consume the enemy's manpower and Titan machines on Betagarmon to prevent these dangerous weapons of war from unleashing their destructive power on Terra.

"Our fleet can take all of you away from this planet and head to Terra or other still safe worlds." Radon tried to speak as slowly as possible and earnestly persuaded the mortal general in front of him.

The general's face became increasingly worse, and even the guards beside him glared at the Emperor's angel. They felt extremely aggrieved.

It’s been six years. Does the Empire know how they have been spending these six years?
Their remote agricultural world, far from the main shipping routes, had to be transformed into a quagmire of war. Their fathers, brothers and sons were forced to change from farmers to militiamen, carrying crude laser guns and following the Solar Auxiliary Army to block the rebels.

In order to support this war, a large number of civilians starved to death in order to save food rations, and how many good children died of disease in a harsh environment due to the lack of necessary medical supplies and medical staff. And now, the Empire asked them to give up their own world, so what was the meaning of their persistence for six years?
"If you must ask that..." Radolon seemed to see through the general's thoughts.

“In fact, the sacrifices of most people are meaningless, but it is precisely these countless meaningless sacrifices that come together to form the greatest significance.”

"The hymn of humanity is a hymn of courage, and it is sacrifice that builds the empire. Countless people use their blood and bones as lubricant, just to enable the empire's huge war machine to last even one more second."

The Son of Angel said with his head held high, a powerful aura emanating from him, the spirit that only one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade could possess.

When he commanded the Ninth Legion and welcomed back Sanguinius, the ancestors of these mortals in front of him were not yet born.

"Everyone is sacrificing, not just you. You are not the first, nor the last."

Radoron's spirits sank. In the war with the Death Guard, he had lost more than a dozen Blood Angels. Due to the influence of the Warp plague and toxins, they were unable to even recover the gene-seed of their battle-brothers.

Although the gene-seed of the Blood Angels is compatible with both meat and vegetables, and even mutants with complex genetic composition can be transformed into Astartes, due to the traditional culture of the 9th Legion, every Blood Angel needs to go through a complete trial before joining the Legion.

Every Blood Angel is precious, and Raldoron mourns the loss of every battle-brother. The enemy is finding ways to target their equipment, and this is only the beginning, and definitely not the end.

The general was silent for three minutes, and Radolon stood in front of him, keeping him silent during this period.

Considering the reaction speed of Astartes, these three minutes were an infinitely long time, but this noble son of angels just silently accompanied the mortal, waiting for him to make the final decision.

If it were the Space Wolves of Leman Russ, they would have executed this disobedient general and forcibly taken away the Emperor's smallest denomination currency.

There are still more than a billion mortals on this planet. If they are allowed to stay here, they may fall into the hands of the enemy and become sacrifices for their evil rituals or the source of mind-controlled slaves.

Radolon followed the teachings of Saint Gilles. It was the Archangel who forbade the Legion from the bad habit of sucking blood and eating corpses. He encouraged everyone to sublimate their primitive hunger into passion for artistic creation and skill learning, and taught them to restrain the beast in their hearts with aristocratic etiquette and noble sentiments.

When the time came, the general still hadn't made a choice.

Radolon sighed and was about to speak, but General Thorndike interrupted him from saying the next word.

The silent general gave Sanguinius the Imperial Eagle salute and spoke.

"Sir, we are unwilling to give up the world we have fought for in the past six years. We are unwilling to leave our hometown. Our fathers and our fathers' fathers were born here and died here. Even if staying here means death, it is our choice."

It is indeed so, Radolon thought to himself.

He did not try to persuade or punish these brave and strong mortals. He simply ordered his fleet to leave, as there were other worlds that needed the help of the Blood Angels.

"Wait, sir." Thorndike stopped Radolon who wanted to leave. The Son of Angel saw a rare hesitation on the general's face.

"Take the children of Minoris with you. Their future should not be buried here. You are right. Humans are the Emperor's currency. Our currency has been finalized, but there may be large-denomination currency among the children."

Radolon was stunned for a moment, then returned the Sky Eagle salute.

Children under the age of fourteen on the planet Minoris were sent to the cabin of the Red Tear. From today on, they will leave their homeland and head to a foreign land.

"Designate this place as a death world, Kano, and see them off." Radon ordered the information of Minoris Garmon 147 to be erased from the map, and then led the fleet on the next journey.

(End of this chapter)