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

Chapter 513: The Unstoppable Sanguinius
Titans. Countless Titans.

Hundreds and thousands of divine machines are fighting each other in this narrow piece of land.

This is what Sanguinius saw through the open hatch of his personal Stormbird mount.

All the man-made buildings and natural mountains on this vast battlefield were razed to the ground, and only the huge Titan machines were left advancing on the war-torn land.

Move forward, only move forward, there is no possibility of retreating.

If a Titan machine appeared on the battlefield, it would only bring shock and admiration to humans, and the instinctive fear of life compared to its own huge size.

But if there were hundreds of Titans walking on the boundless wilderness, then this would have exceeded the limits of what the human brain could bear.

The earth trembled at the footsteps of the Titans, and a low and loud sound like an earthquake echoed across the planet.

It was as if some giant beast imprisoned in the center of the earth was roaring angrily.

The entire battlefield was surrounded and swallowed up by a darkness that was dim and fiery. Even the Primarch's eyesight could not penetrate the dust and flames raised by the giant war machines.

Betagarmon II can no longer see the sun, the dust cloud created by radioactive weapons has diffused into the atmosphere, and the planet's atmospheric circulation completely collapsed several years ago.

A large amount of energy was released into the planet's atmosphere, and the heat caused thunder to flash continuously in the dark sky. However, brighter than the thunder was the Titans' artillery fire.

Infantry units and armored vehicle units have almost disappeared from the battlefield. After all, when the Titan's volcanic cannon lands, these overly fragile combat units will be reduced to ashes in the extreme high temperature, as if they had never appeared.

Even the powerful Astartes are no different from mortals under Titan-level firepower.

Sanguinius grabbed the hatch of the Stormbird with his right hand. The Holy Blood Guard stood in the cabin behind him, and Azkaelon was guarding their father closely.

The Stormbird, flying at supersonic speed, nimbly avoided the dense firepower from the surface, as strong and unyielding as a swift fighting in the storm.

A series of heavy anti-aircraft shells passed by Sanguinius like fireworks, their wakes stretching far into the air, like inverted meteors shooting out of the atmosphere.

The violent wind blew Sanguinius's long golden hair. Every strand of the Archangel's hair was dancing wildly behind his head like a roaring golden snake, and his wings had been retracted behind his back, only the outer feathers were eager to try in the strong wind.

"Azkelon, this war should be ended. Too many people have been killed and bled here."

"Humanity has paid enough."

Sanguinius' voice was somewhat distorted in the turbulent storm, but the Lord of the Holy Blood Guard listened very carefully.

Even the flames released by the volcanic cannons and earthquake cannons spewed by the iron monsters below were not as bright in Azkalon's eyes as those of Sanguinius. His father looked down at the burning world with sadness.

The angels shed tears and have mercy on the world, and he will bring down his own punishment.

"My brother Lion has already sent us an evacuation signal. He said that Horus' space fleet can no longer save the situation of defeat. If the space naval battle is won, then the war on the planet's surface will lose its meaning."

"But even a war that has lost its meaning will not end so easily."

As Sanguinius spoke, his glowing eyes watched as an Imperial Warlord-class Titan was targeted by enemy firepower, with at least three Traitor Titans of the same level pouring their full firepower into it.

All kinds of physical ammunition, plasma beams and high-energy nuclear weapons were thrown madly into the positions of the Imperial Titans. Even the Titan God Machine flashed a purple arc of light in helplessness and sighed, and fell regretfully after the void shield was overloaded and shattered.

Of course, after killing the Imperial Titan, the Rebel Titan was also destroyed by the Plasma Annihilator coming from another direction, and the huge Emperor-class Titan, the Fist of Ultramar, completed the revenge attack.

The giant plasma weapon on her arm released a huge amount of heat, quickly entered a cooling state, and continued to accumulate power to attack.

Emperor-class Titans are truly behemoths. These steel giants, standing over 160 meters tall and weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, possess a power sufficient to dominate the battlefield. The Titan War aboard Betagarmon II has been raging for months. Initially, both sides were able to dispatch massive arrays of Titans to engage in a ferocious battle, but now, the Titans have fragmented into countless hunting packs, attacking each other.

Both sides fought around their own Emperor-class Titans, using them as the core of the battlefield.

"It is difficult to command these proud Titan legions. Even I had to work hard to get them to form a strategic alliance."

Sanguinius slowly stood up, his fingers placed on the Scarlet Sword, his other hand tightly grasped the Spear of Perfection, and the wings that had been folded behind his back spread freely, attracting the enthusiastic attention of his descendants.

"More than thirty Titan legions are here fighting their own kind who betrayed the Omnissiah. They don't care whether the war outside is over or not.

I can organize them to join this war, but no one can make them withdraw until they kill their mortal enemies who believe in different beliefs."

"Not even me."

Countless War Hound-class Titans rely on their agility and mobility to raid enemies in groups on the battlefield. They are very fast, and when multiple War Hounds surround a larger Titan, what awaits it will be a tragic end of being bled to death.

Several Warhound-class Titans threw out adamantine chains, which wrapped around Titans that were larger than themselves. The twisted and roaring engines brought tremendous force, pulling them down.

The larger warlord-class Titans were the most numerous main force on the battlefield. They formed a tight formation, integrating each other's void shields into one, and advanced the front line like ancient heavily armored phalanx infantry.

"Sir, you want to defeat the enemy on your own? Why take the risk? We can make your wish come true."

Azkaelon was really unwilling to let his father take risks. Even if one of Sanguinius' feathers fell off because of danger, it would be his original sin that could not be atoneed for.

"You can't do it, child." Sanguinius turned his head and looked at his offspring with his bright and moving eyes. "The war in space is over. I must put an end to these enemies on the ground as soon as possible."

“Time is life.”

On the earth, there are burning wreckages of fallen Titan machines everywhere. These giants contain a large amount of fuel and weapons and ammunition in their bodies, which are like the fat of dead bodies, able to support these wreckages to burn like torches for a long time.

Even some Titan remains that have been burning for a long time will suddenly explode. The ammunition loaded in them has safety measures and cannot be ignited by any random explosion.

With that, Sanguinius leaped out of the cabin of the Stormbird, and the Archangel holding two weapons headed straight for the enemy's largest command center on the battlefield.

Sanguinius was accelerating, a holy angel dancing in the sky full of air cannons. The boiling plasma could only stir up the hair on his forehead. He suddenly spread his wings and climbed upwards violently despite the resistance of the reaction force.

No one could hit him, even the blind bullets and artillery seemed to be avoiding him.

Beneath him, reactors exploded in the wreckage of several Titans, and huge nuclear mushroom clouds rose into the sky. The dazzling light even briefly illuminated this extremely dark battlefield world.

Sanguinius was flying in this bright light that was like the sun, his eyes were extremely firm, which was the embodiment of a fearless belief.

Before his eyes, the Emperor-class Titan named Axis of the World was getting closer and closer. It was fiercely releasing corrupted firepower, fighting against the Imperial Titan Legion led by the Fist of Ultramar.

He passed over the artillery and laser cannons fired by the countless cathedral-like defense systems behind the World Axis, and in front of this great machine, Sanguinius wielded his Spear of Ultimate Victory.

In an instant, the Spear of Bigong held high by Sanguinius burst into a psychic light like the sun. Under the reflection of this spear, all the Titans seemed dim.

The Archangel injected his psychic power, his wings burst into golden light, and with an extremely holy gesture, he pierced the void shield of the Emperor-class Titan.

He was like a thunderbolt that came to punish everything. Sanguinius passed through the barrier of the void shield and came directly to the main cockpit of the Axis of the World.

(End of this chapter)