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

Chapter 482 The Terrifying Black Stone Fortress

"Let Blackstone Fortress take the lead and test the power of our new war weapon."

"Haha, can the war weapons created by the gods of the Eldar be as unstoppable as the legend says?"

Horus faced the offensive formation laid out by Lion. The three giant celestial ships over a hundred kilometers in size formed a "品"-shaped array and rushed towards the rebel fleet. The Warmaster did not hesitate and directly played the trump card he had just obtained.

If it were the former Wolf God, he would never make such a rash and impulsive decision. Blackrock Fortress should rush into the battlefield when it is time to make the final decision so as to achieve the greatest effect.

But now Horus' mind was in a daze. When he thought of the damn Lion blocking his way, an unknown fire surged in his heart.

He really wanted to tear something apart, so he asked his captain to bring a dozen prisoners of the Space Wolves.

These proud Sons of Russ fought to the very end aboard the Spirit of Vengeance, but were helplessly outnumbered and were suppressed and captured alive by the rebels.

Now they were stripped of their golden armor, all their weapons and equipment were taken off, and they were brought naked before the warmaster.

Chains burning with the fire of the Warp pierced through their shoulder blades, tightly binding their bodies.

But even so, the Sons of Russ still stared at the many traitors present in a defiant manner, their wild eyes revealing murderous intent, as if they wished to eat the traitors alive.

Outside the battleship, Blackstone Fortress was slowly approaching three Thundercloud-class planetary battleships.

The vortex cannon at its central axis has begun to charge, and a steady stream of psychic energy is pouring out from the highest sky and beginning to transform inside the Blackstone Fortress.

The efficiency was so terrifying, it was as if it had penetrated the curtain and directly siphoned off the power of the Supreme Heaven.

Under the influence of the Blackstone Fortress, the subspace inside the galaxy began to become unprecedentedly active, and the ether energy that was originally isolated by the veil was boiling.

A large number of narrow subspace cracks began to appear autonomously, and the eerie blue-purple light penetrated into the galaxy and distorted the normal physical laws.

On Ryan's side, dozens of tough battleships had formed a tight formation and were dispatched first.

They deployed their void shields and injected all their engine energy into the energy shield system.

In fact, the mission of these warships is not to kill the enemy. They are just stones sent by Ryan Johnson to test the power of the enemy's trump cards.

"Then let the galaxy burn, and see my power, Lion's Jonson."

"I look forward to the moment when you surrender to me."

Horus watched with blurry eyes as the dazzling scarlet beam completed its charging process, and looked at the Blackstone Fortress in front of him that was doing its utmost to cause destruction. Even those Primarchs who originally looked down on the alien creations could not help but hold their breath.

Mortarion looked at the Black Stone Fortress with a troubled look, which exuded endless pressure. It was an ugly psychic weapon, and it was made by abominable aliens.

But its power... is indeed strong enough.

The Death Guard needs it.

The torrent of energy released by the Black Stone Fortress directly illuminated this dark galaxy, and even the brightness of the stars was less than one tenth of it.

Beside Horus, Ahriman, the chief sorcerer of the Thousand Sons, was calming the raging psychic energy in his body. A flexible arc of electricity danced on his fingertips as he looked at the Space Wolves prisoners who had become prisoners in front of him with amusement.

Under the reflection of the dazzling red light, Horus urged his heavy armor and gently extended the Claw of Horus.

The deadly weapon slowly penetrated the body of the leading Space Wolf. The tough skin, the black shell underneath, and even the flesh and blood tissue and reinforced ceramic bones were all vulnerable to this Chaos artifact.

The captured Wolf Lord spat a mouthful of corrosive saliva onto Horus's power claws and let out a mocking laugh.

Horus used his sharp claws to slowly lift the captive before him, then gently activated the disintegration field. Instantly, the Space Wolf's heart was torn apart, its bones shattered, and the superhuman body was torn into pieces bit by bit by Horus' claws.

Horus asked in a voice so gentle that it was almost cruel: "As stubborn and weak as your useless Primarch. I have sincerely invited him to stand by my side time and time again, but he still remains loyal to the false emperor."

"I don't care about your insignificant resistance. Your father is just like you. He fell in front of me, weak and powerless. Then my claws pierced into his chest bit by bit, crushing his heart."

"What you did cannot alleviate the shame of being captured alive, nor can it wash away the blood debt of killing thousands of your brothers, nor can it change the tragic defeat of the Sixth Legion."

The Space Wolves warrior used up his last bit of strength to spit at Horus, but the Warmaster did not dodge, just let the insulting saliva slide down the skin of his face.

The Wolf Lord wanted to say something else, but Horus did not give him the chance. The sharp edge of Horus' claws completely tore his heart, lungs and spine. The Warmaster's palms closed slightly, and the Space Wolf's head exploded like a rotten tomato.

Horus threw the sticky liquid mixed with brain matter and blood to the ground with disgust, and then he killed the Space Wolves prisoners like lightning, declaring his power and authority with the blood of the loyalists.

Ahriman felt extremely happy as he watched these Space Wolves being killed one by one.

"Horus has done what he should have done," Ahriman thought to himself, "but I can see that the gods are eroding his will. Even the Primarch cannot resist the corruption of Chaos."

"His soul has been torn apart by the warp. How sad, how sad."

The Thousand Sons' research and attainments in the Warp far surpass those of their battle-brothers in other legions, and Ahriman is the best among them.

Outside the warship, the vortex cannon released by the Blackrock Fortress finally arrived in front of the bait fleet released by Ryan.

The psychic rays and the battleship's void shields intertwined and collided with each other. These subspace forces from different sources distorted each other, gradually intensifying the cosmic space in this area into a state that was difficult for humans to distinguish.

The extremely terrifying energy is being tried to be transferred by the Void Shield. The Void Shield defense line formed by dozens of battleships can safely withstand even the fire bombing of the Queen of Glory-class battleships.

However, after only two seconds, the void shield generators in those warships could no longer support such a huge energy overload. The engines instantly crashed, the circuits burned and collapsed, and the mortal crew members and Mechanicus priests who drove and operated them wailed as they were torn to pieces by the psychic storm.

Starting with the first closest battleship, the void shield defense line collapsed like a broken mirror, and then the energy shield on the hull was evaporated.

Nothing can stop the deadly psychic rays of the Blackstone Fortress. After breaking through the void shield and energy shield, the energy estimate detected by Ryan's flagship scanning array is still an astronomical figure.

This was incredible, and then the Blackstone Fortress turned its position and cut the decoy warships into pieces as if wielding a giant laser sword.

"Kill the false emperor!" Countless Chaos rebels cheered, surprised by the terrifying power of Blackstone Fortress.

The still-powerful psychic vortex cannon slammed into an asteroid in the Beta Garmon system. The scarlet rays tore through the solidified and cooled rock layers on the surface, directly heating its celestial core, and then drilled out from the other end.

The asteroid was cut in half by the attack from the Blackstone Fortress. The psychic explosion completely tore apart its stellar structure, turning it into cold dust and debris in the universe.

Ryan stood on his command bridge, and dozens of battleships used their lives to test the true strength of the opponent's cards.

The Blackstone Fortress stopped after firing a shot, as if it was gathering energy again and calming the energy vortex that had reached its peak.

"Continue the fight. Disperse the Thundercloud-class planetary battleships and surround the rebels from different directions."

Ryan showed no fear or hesitation. He continued to control the deployment of troops on the battlefield like an emotionless war machine.

Now that the two armies are facing each other, there is no room for retreat or avoidance. Ryan knows that it is either you die or I die. The enemy's weapons are indeed terrible, but they still have the weakness of needing to cool down and accumulate power.

To do this, he could only trust that his own celestial warships could defeat the enemy fleet and win a true victory for the Emperor.

(End of this chapter)