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

Chapter 494: Fighting the Great Demon (Please Subscribe)

Listening to the powerful enemy in front of him who was releasing his murderous aura without restraint, Ahriman changed his demeanor and faced the Broken Hound with the most serious and solemn attitude.

He began with a standard Prospero greeting and then introduced himself.

"I am Azak Ahriman, Chief Librarian of the Thousand Sons Legion and leader of the School of the Ravens."

The Broken Hound felt sick at the Thousand Sons' feigned politeness. He shook his head in disdain and raised the Power Fist in his hand again.

This pair of terrifying weapons are far more deadly than the Power Sword. The Power Fists can easily shatter armor, flesh and bone. Only a few Astartes can skillfully use the Power Fists as weapons.

Its only shortcoming is that it is too heavy and slow, which means that in extremely dangerous battles, the Space Marines will be unable to effectively defend themselves when attacking their opponents, and often need to exchange injuries with the enemy.

But the owner of this master-grade power gauntlet is Endred Har, who has none of these weaknesses.

Because his power is unmatched.

"My brother, you and I are not enemies." Ahriman said calmly. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to fight with this war dog that was favored and blessed by the Blood God.

Moreover, the distance between them is too close now, which is too disadvantageous for psychics.

If they were in an open area where they could maneuver and create distance, Ahriman would let the enemy know that psychic magic would always be better than crude and crude melee combat.

Wherever there is the power of the Lord of Change, there is the watchful eye of the Blood God. Ahriman does not want to have too much dealings with those Blood God believers whose minds are filled with bloodlust.

Although this captain of the first company and chief think tank did not believe in the Lord of Change, he even looked down on his gene-father's blind faith in Tzeentch.

Ahriman firmly believed that the gods in the Warp would never have good intentions, and he was always careful to guard against the corruption of the Thousand Sons by the forces of Chaos, but the mark on his body undoubtedly belonged to the Tzeentch camp.

When those berserkers who believed in the Blood God rushed forward wielding their giant axes, these guys who hated psychics so much would not tell whether the head in front of them was a believer in the Lord of Change or not. They would only cheer and howl for killing another hateful psychic wizard.

"The hounds of the Skeleton Throne will respond enthusiastically when they hear your name. The Blood God favors you so much. Why do you insist on serving the false emperor?"

"You are a strong warrior, so you should naturally pursue a stronger path."

"Come, throw yourself into our arms, don't you want to see your father again?"

"I believe that the Lord of the World Eaters will be ecstatic to see such a powerful offspring like you." The chief wizard lied. Now Angron has completely turned into the Demon Prince of the Blood God. How could he express his joy?

While Ahriman was secretly preparing a more powerful psychic summoning spell, he tried to win over Endred with words.

He believed that every Astartes had an instinctive attachment and obedience to his Gene-Father, especially those World Eaters who were crazy enough to drive nails into their own heads.

Although he didn't understand why the war hound in front of him was still loyal to the Emperor, Ahriman thought that using the Primarch to impress the Astartes would not be a bad move, right?

He no longer had much time to continue fighting with this war dog. More and more Iron Men were pouring into their flagship. When he saw those black iron puppets holding arc weapons and Gauss rifles, Ahriman felt more and more powerless.

The Thousand Sons' psionic spells can indeed effectively kill these combat-oriented iron men, but even the Sons of Magnus who have surrendered to the Lord of Change cannot use psychic power infinitely.

The power of the Warp is a double-edged sword, which can effectively destroy the enemy, but can also inadvertently destroy oneself.

Every time they cast a psychic spell, it consumed their will and attention. Many Thousand Sons, whose will and psychic power were ordinary, could only use their bolters and power swords to fight the enemy again after their psychic power was exhausted.

Although bolters and power swords are both powerful weapons of Space Marines, they are still inferior to the more useful psychic powers.

Suddenly, as Ahriman's words reached the Broken Hound's ears, the powerful Astartes slowly paused. He deftly closed the decomposition section of his Power Fist and removed his tactical helmet with his fingers. A wave of hot, humid white air gushed out from the opened seal, revealing the face of a scarred man with a crew cut and an incomparably resolute expression.

Hal's calm eyes were like a clear spring. The extremely deep darkness prevented all light from escaping. He just quietly watched Ahriman who was trying to persuade him to surrender.

The company commander felt a little secretly delighted. He didn't know whether Hal would accept his invitation, but at least the other party didn't continue to attack.

And he also had time to prepare that large psionic summoning spell.

He moved the bodies of nine mortal psychics from the battleship's warehouse. Each of these mortals, whose psychic powers were blocked by anti-psychic headbands, fell into a deep sleep and looked as if they were dead.

After examination by the Thousand Sons, their psychic talents have surpassed those of the vast majority of psykers. If they were not too old to undergo gene-seed implantation, perhaps they could have become new blood for the scarce Thousand Sons Legion.

But even if they cannot become Astartes, these precious psychics still have other important roles. Ahriman can use their souls and flesh to preside over summoning rituals and release some difficult-to-cast psychic spells.

Hal suddenly let out a low laugh and a creepy sound of teeth grinding and chewing.

"Angron... How dare you mention that damned traitor who destroyed the Warhound Legion in front of me?!"

"I will kill you and then Angron, one after the other."

Hal's power fist attacked again, and his lower limbs suddenly bent and kicked out. The powerful reaction force pushed him towards the chief wizard.

After previous battles, Ahriman had already realized that the usual psychic shields were ineffective against these guys blessed by the Blood God, so he chose to increase the distance between the two sides. Anyway, the Warhound didn't have a jet pack, so he wouldn't be able to hit him if he flew up, right?
"It's a pity that your stupidity prevents you from understanding the wonders of the subspace. The endless knowledge and power are waiting for us to explore and utilize, but your limited brain space is filled with useless things such as "loyalty"."

"You like fighting? Then fight it."

As Ahriman finished his words, a sudden psychic hurricane began to swirl over the battlefield. The flesh and blood of the nine powerful psychics immediately began to twist and deform. They suddenly woke up from their deep sleep and gasped in fear.

They saw their limbs transformed into evil creatures similar to wriggling tentacles, their skin turned into scales and even grew short feathers. Their chests bulged high, and then the ribs exploded under the influence of an invisible force.

The psychic's flesh and blood twisted into a door-like structure, and a giant demon that was 19 meters tall crawled out of the small passage.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and the power of the warp poured into the real universe through the channel. The great demon Tzeentch named Lord of Change descended into the cabin of the Radiance.

It has a long, narrow, pointed head similar to that of a bird, with a sharp beak and sharp teeth that spew out psychic breath. The pair of wing-like structures behind it have no fixed color, appearance, or even form, because change is its essence.

The Lord of Change stared at Ahriman with an unfathomable gaze, then turned his head to look at the Broken Hound. In those eyes, Hal saw a strangely curious but broken mind, deeply obsessed with reckless madness.

At the tip of the strange snake-like staff in its hand, there is a mysterious vertical eye struggling, and countless conspiracies, changes, and twists of fate are brewing in it.

Unspeakable screams and chaotic language emanated from the mouth of the Great Demon of Tzeentch. It seemed that it was trying to corrupt those war-like iron men, but it found that its own chaotic power was not as useful as it had imagined.

The nasty Blackstone anti-psychic matrix blocked its power, and these iron men were also shrouded in a power familiar to the Great Daemon of Tzeentch.

The power of divinity.

The Iron Man is protected by a certain being and is almost impossible to be corrupted unless its power exceeds that being.

The Broken Hound became impatient. He didn't care that the Lord of Change was so huge and the evil power of the subspace surging from his body was so terrifying. He still rushed forward with his power fist.

So what if it's Tzeentch? He's fighting against the big demon!
(End of this chapter)