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

Chapter 481 When the Humanoid Stars Shine (Please Subscribe)
For the first time since the outbreak of this lamentable rebellion, loyalists and rebels fought the war so evenly.

In most of the previous wars, hateful traitors took advantage of information gaps and time differences to backstab their former companions, whether it was Isstvan III or Isstvan V, or the Shadow Crusade that took place in the Ultramarine.

When the loyalists came back and reacted, they helplessly discovered that the initiative had already been firmly in the hands of the traitors. They often faced encirclement and annihilation battles with the enemy outnumbering them.

But today, in the Beta Garmon star cluster, a grand war of equals, for which both sides are ready, is about to begin.

The commanders of both sides, Warmaster Horus and Lion-Lord Lion's Jonson, were once contenders for the highest military commander of the Empire.

Although the Emperor favored his Sagittarius very much and the position of Warmaster was almost destined for Horus, Lion was never inferior to his brother.

In Luo Xi's opinion, Zhuang Sen is inferior to the Wolf God only in non-war aspects, but in the field of pure war, he can even be stronger.

This time, with the opportunity to fight Horus head-on, Lion has exerted all his command and calculation abilities. He will definitely prove to Horus that he is the best candidate for Warmaster.

As if sensing Ryan Johnson's fighting spirit, the Horus rebels coming from the Pacific Segmental Region also began to concentrate their forces towards Betagarmon II and III.

They also wanted to wipe out the Imperial army gathered here in one fell swoop. It could be said that as long as Horus's rebels could wipe out the Imperial expeditionary fleet, it would be impossible for the remaining lonely Imperial Fist, which was not in its prime, to stop Horus' army.

A week passed.

This was the largest-scale war that Ryan Johnson had ever commanded in his life. There were six Queen of Glory-class battleships and Thundercloud-class planetary battleships alone, and there were thousands of other battleships and cruisers, as well as countless space fortresses in Beta Garmon.

The Adeptus Mechanicus and its Titan Legions, Crusader Corps, and loyal mortal knight families all gathered here.

Thousands of people responded to every order from the Lion. Being able to mobilize a war army of tens of billions in just one week was a great achievement even for a Primarch.

At least Primarchs like Sanguinius and Jaghatai Khan could not achieve the level of Lion's Johnson.

The Lion King did not show any defensive posture. In line with the Dark Angel's usual style, Ryan never liked defense because the best defense is offense.

Horus obviously had the same plan. They lingered in the outer areas of the galaxy, waiting for other reinforcements to arrive.

More and more rebel warships sailed through the warp and arrived at this grand battlefield. The Death Guard fleet led by Primarch Mortarion and the Iron Warriors fleet led by City Breaker Fricks arrived one after another.

The Iron Lord was sent by Horus to retrieve the autistic Daemon Primarch Angron. This Lord of the World Eaters, who was forcibly promoted to a demon by his good brother Lorgar, still refused to accept the fact and was avoiding himself.

The last sightings of Angron were reported on the edge of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.

He seemed to still be bothered by the destruction of Nuceria in the past, and lingered around there, unwilling to leave.

Because of Angron's existence, Perturabo could not return as scheduled, which was actually good news for the loyalists. His existence seemed to be called... indirect loyalty?
Of course, Perturabo also asked one of his few capable sons, City Breaker Frix, to personally lead the Iron Blood as the flagship for support.

And Lorgar the Great did not disappoint the Warmaster's expectations. He successfully brought back Fulgrim, who was addicted to enjoying himself in the Silver Palace of Slaanesh.

As for Magnus... To be honest, even Horus himself didn't know what kind of amazing wisdom was brewing in this brother's head. He did respond to Horus' call, but not completely.

Magnus only sent an army of a thousand men, led by Azak Ahriman, the Captain of the Thousand Sons, to support the Warmaster's army.

The Red King himself is said to have teamed up with the escaped Midnight Haunter, and both of them turned a blind eye to Horus's orders.

Although the rebel primarchs had not all gathered for various reasons, Horus was still supported by three reliable primarch brothers: Mortarion, Fulgrim, and Lorgar.

"With such a talented lineup, the advantage is mine!"

Horus looked intoxicatedly at the allies coming from various legions. They were all awakened ones who betrayed the false emperor's camp under his inspiration.

With their help, there is no need to worry about not being able to destroy the empire and overthrow the false emperor from the throne.

They may be able to create a more glorious human empire.

The scars on the Warmaster's body left by the Wolf King have healed, and his armor is being repaired by the best and most ambitious craftsmen in the Dark Mechanicum.

He was enveloped in a heavy darkness, an inextricable black light draped behind him like a cloak. A faint crimson beam gleamed at the edge of his armor's neck guard, a projection of the Warmaster's terrifying psychic energy. Barbarus's Pale King arrived the fastest, shrouded in a massive, dark green battle armor. Toxic gas extracted from the Legion's homeworld emanated from him constantly, and a pair of cold, ominous eyes glared at everyone in sight.

A dark, damp, and sticky feeling emanated from Mortarion's sight, as cold and unsettling as the miasma that never dissipated on that poisonous planet.

"Horus," said Mortarion, without bending, his scythe, the Undying, in his hand, as though he had seen the Warmaster.

The Lord of Death kept a distance of 7 steps from the Warmaster and began to stop, while his 49 loyal Death Shroud Guards followed behind him, also wearing gas masks.

The Warmaster's face was filled with a joyful smile, and he greeted his blood relatives warmly, but he did not notice that Mortarion was looking at the thick and insoluble evil power of the Warp on Horus with extremely disgusted eyes.

The Lord of Death hates all psychic powers. It was he who launched a series of attacks on the Red King at the Nikea Conference, and it was he who proposed to abolish all psychic think tank units.

He couldn't even stand the Imperial psychic think tanks, not to mention that Horus was now only a thin layer of skin away from the Warp Daemons.

If the damn guy in front of him was not Horus, Mortarion would have swung his scythe and cut off his head.

Since when did Horus's face begin to be filled with these weird, abnormal smiles?

It looked like a clumsy expression from a circus clown.

Mortarion thought to himself.

"Respected Warmaster, we have fulfilled our mission. Your loyal supporters have returned."

In stark contrast to the gloomy Pale King, the Great Speaker's attitude can be described as extremely enthusiastic. He holds his Scepter of the Illuminator in his hand, and beside him follows Fulgrim, who has returned to his human form.

"I brought the Phoenix Lord back for you to help you in your great cause. The Original Truth blesses you." Lorgar bowed his head deeply, but did not make eye contact with Horus.

He used flowery words to please Horus, and even completely abandoned the pride and dignity of being a Primarch, turning himself into a lowly clown and jester.

Horus' expression became even happier after hearing this, but he didn't notice that his brother was glancing at the wound on his waist out of the corner of his eye.

That was the wound left by the Spear of Dionysus. Although Horus' body had healed on its own and even his armor had been repaired by the priests of the Dark Mechanicus, it was not difficult for the Great Bearer to see the traces of the past.

Lorgar stared at Horus as if he were looking at a pile of dead bones in a tomb, but Horus felt that he was showing his loyalty.

Even the Wolf Shepherd God himself did not realize that his once keen political sense and diplomatic talent were declining as the corruption of the warp deepened.

Many of the Primarchs and allies present had gradually begun to drift apart, but he was unaware of it.

He couldn't even notice that Fulgrim was completely absent-minded. The Paladin's Phoenix was yawning in boredom. He was already tired of this boring war and killing.

Unfortunately, his real name was in Luojia's hands, so he had to obey his orders.

The only thing that could cheer him up was that Lorgar actually began to rebel against Horus, and the Great Bearer seemed to think that he could really replace Horus.

"This is so boring. I really want to go back and continue our game with Nakali."

The silent citybreaker Fricks took a position to the side with the other warsmiths. These iron-gray iron warriors said nothing, although Horus didn't notice them at all.

Completely ignored.

The Iron Warriors, who were the backbone of the Heresy, suddenly found that the Warmaster before them was different. He became no different from the Emperor and completely ignored them.

Fricks lowered his head silently. Since the Primarch was not present, they did not have much say.

"How can we conquer Terra and overthrow the false emperor with these strange-looking insects?" The Iron Warrior shouted in his heart. He suddenly felt that his future hope was slim.

(End of this chapter)