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

Chapter 493 Blood God, what is that? (Please subscribe)

There was a fleeting moment of detail as Ahriman removed his helmet, a moment in which his vision and senses were impaired and his own vigilance was at its lowest.

This was the opportunity that the Broken Hound had been waiting for. Endred Hal, who had been lying in ambush in the pipe, flashed by like a black cannonball, and several Black Shield veterans from the Raven Guard followed him.

It was with the help of the Raven Guard that Hal was able to hide perfectly in the dark pipe, and he was even unaware of the psychic perception that the Thousand Sons were emitting all the time.

The Raven Guard's ability to stealth is a combination of skill and talent, and Konrad Curze once envied his brother Corax greatly, for the Raven Lord was truly the shadow itself, while the Night Haunter merely relied on superior skill.

Hal and his old comrades have already mastered the art of stealth assassination, and now the fangs of the furious Broken Hound have struck.

Azak Ahriman, who was reshaping the psychic barrier in mid-air, suddenly felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

His brain instinctively sent out the highest level of warning, as if something extremely terrifying was about to happen.

This was not a prophecy, but the instinctive reaction of an Astartes.

Ahriman was indeed a powerful psyker of great renown, but before that, he was also a battle-hardened Astartes of the Thousand Sons Legion.

There was no time to think about it. The chief wizard released three psychic shields behind him in succession, and at the same time used psychic power to slow down the time around him, slowing down everything.

Not enough! Ahriman's premonition of death still did not disappear. He chanted a strange subspace spell, intending to move himself and his battle brothers to another place.

However, faster than his psychic power was Hal's fist. The Broken Hound, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, burst into a terrifying roar.

It was like the sound of thunder or the roar of a cannon. Hal created a terrifying deterrent with his own flesh and blood body.

All the Thousand Sons present felt as if their brains were about to explode with excruciating pain. Their consciousness instantly became blurred and they were drowsy and unable to think.

Even Ahriman, who had the strongest psychic power, felt as if someone had detonated a subspace shock bomb beside him. Unable to concentrate his will, he naturally could not use the power of ether, which was undoubtedly the most terrifying thing for a psychic.

Hal laughed extremely arrogantly, with endless bloodthirstiness and rage. He was not only happy about seizing the opportunity to attack Ahriman, but also excited that Iron Man could never do this.

The mutual coordination and honing of skills of the Astartes often enable them to perform feats beyond theoretical limits.

The pair of master-level black precision-crafted power fists in his hands shone with incomparably violent power, and the decomposition stance plus his own terrifying power made it like a giant battering ram, smashing through Ahriman's psychic shield as easily as an eggshell.

He was raging, a rage that came from the bottom of his heart. It was completely different from the false rage of the World Eaters that needed the Butcher's Nails to stimulate it. His pure and flawless rage did not affect his calmness at all.

The angrier, the calmer, the stronger.

Rage fueled his strength like fuel, and his will as cold as steel perfectly controlled this power.

He is Endred Har, the last of the Broken Hounds, the final echo of the former Thunder Warriors, and the hunter of every traitor.

In a trance, the Broken Hound seemed to hear a satisfied laugh in the warp space. An extremely huge scarlet figure sat on the brass throne and cast a satisfied look at him.

"Endred Har from the 12th Legion, your heart is boiling with rage, welcome to join the Blood God Legion!"

Countless ancient beings shouted an ancient and mysterious oath in various languages. Hal had no way of knowing them, but he could understand their meaning.

"The boiling hot blood and scarlet anger come from the still-warm corpse; the deep hatred and resentment boil in your lungs, and will lead you to the underworld!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

He even had an extremely strong feeling that if he just nodded and recited this mysterious oath, he would instantly be elevated from a mortal in the material world to some great being in the highest heaven. However, faced with this temptation that was almost at his fingertips, the rebellious war dog disdained it.

He just squeezed out a cold word from the corner of his mouth.

"roll!"

The next moment, the blessing and invitation from the Blood God were torn apart by him without a care. Hal shattered the triple psychic shields in succession and approached Ahriman directly.

Although the being in the Warp was angry that his invitation was rejected, he could not refuse the hateful Warp wizard who was being hunted by a powerful being like the Broken Hound.

Even after being rejected, He still did not give up and stubbornly and forcefully bestowed His blessing.

Such an outstanding warrior was qualified to refuse His invitation.

Hal's black power gloves inexplicably glowed with a brassy light, and a scarlet halo appeared above his power armor. His brain was briefly confused, but he did not find anything abnormal with his body.

On the contrary, his power seemed to be strengthened to a level beyond the past, and Ahriman's powerful psychic energy was melted as quickly as ice encountering a hot blade.

The chief wizard was shocked and immediately recognized that this was the power of the God of War and Blood in the Warp.

Why the hell would the false emperor's lackeys have Khorne's blessing on them? Who is the one who defected to the warp?
Ahriman naturally knew that his genetic father had defected to the camp of the Lord of Change at the last moment of Prospero, and that this blood god Khorne was the one who was most incompatible with the Lord of Change Tzeentch.

But he never expected that this damn Khorne would actually help the false emperor's lackeys.

With the blessing of the Blood God, Hal's power fist tore through the time-stopping stance created by Ahriman like a hot knife through butter.

When the flying bombs and shooting Gauss rays entered the area, they all fell into a strange state of slowness, except for the Broken Hound, which was not affected at all.

His pair of terrifying power fists went straight for Ahriman's head, but were deflected by the chief wizard's psychic power to the shoulder armor and chest armor.

Ahriman really tried his best. He exhausted all his spiritual energy and barely moved the Broken Hound's fist a few feet away.

The scarlet power armor carved with patterns of the Thousand Sons was easily shattered. The heavy shoulder armor was as weak as a piece of paper under Hal's fist. One of the chief wizard's arms was directly shattered by the decomposition force field, and even the strange and gorgeous crown was half shattered by the power fist.

With the tremendous force, Ahriman distanced himself from the Broken Hound, his two hearts pumping rapidly as he narrowly escaped the fangs of death.

The chief wizard no longer cared about his embarrassment. He carefully kept his distance, fearing a close combat with this terrible enemy.

Ahriman was also proficient in close combat techniques and Prospero's swordsmanship, and might not be able to defeat sword masters such as Radolon or Sigismund, but he never expected that someone could force him to not dare to fight in close combat with just a pair of power fists.

The strength of the person in front of him is one thing, and the demon-breaking blessing bestowed upon him by the Blood God is another.

“Who are you? The World Eater?” Ahriman asked.

Endred Har's power armor was painted black, and the original logo and paint were completely invisible, but relying on his intuition, Ahriman concluded that this man must be the son of Angron.

"I am a war dog! Shameful traitor!" Hal continued to roar, and he pounced on his enemy with a terrifying momentum like an unstoppable bull.

Ahriman did not dare to be careless. He released psychic flames, trying to drive back the powerful warrior, but the Broken Hound did not avoid it at all. He used his fist with the Disintegration Field activated to smash the barrier cleanly.

Two powerful Astartes fought each other in the narrow passage of the warship. The deep hatred and rage for revenge required that one of them must be killed to end the battle completely.

(End of this chapter)