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

Chapter 514 The Strongest Primarch
"Behold, it is the holy angel, our Father!"

"He is so great, so kind, and so unstoppable. Is there anyone among the many Primarchs who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him?"

Azkaelon stared at Sanguinius' back, watching his genetic father move among the enemy groups with incredible agility and speed.

Among the many Primarchs, only their father had such ability. The pride in the hearts of the Blood Angels almost overflowed from their chests, but what they did more seriously was to help protect Sanguinius.

The rebels on Betagarmon II already knew that Sanguinius was on the planet, because when Sanguinius arrived, he immediately made a speech on all communication channels and thought networks.

Just like the last speech on the Legion's flagship, when the Imperial army on Betagarmon II learned of the arrival of the great Sanguinius, everyone burst into 200% enthusiasm and fighting spirit, even the Titan Legions of the Mechanicus were excited.

Although they have their own thoughts and tendencies, and have great autonomy in fighting for the right to speak, one thing is for sure, no one will ignore the charm of Sanguinius.

Even those Titan captains who have transformed themselves to look less human in order to merge with the Titans.

When immersed in deep sea liquid, with almost all of his limbs and muscles removed, and the captain and pilot who were connected to the Titan only by the MIU system were shouting "Long live Sanguinius", it was proved that Sanguinius' charm was invincible.

Everyone admires Sanguinius as the Emperor's finest son and the most holy Archangel.

But Sanguinius never became arrogant because of this. Instead, he faced everyone's love with a more humble attitude. The world held him high, and he kept the world in his heart.

Sanguinius's vehicle, six other Stormbirds and more Thunderhawk gunboats formed a formation, continuously launching air strikes against the anti-aircraft turrets that suddenly emerged from the ruins.

The Blood Angels did not follow their Gene-Father into battle, not because they were afraid, but simply because Sanguinius did not want his sons to die in vain.

The power that an individual can exert is too small, unless that person is Sanguinius.

The intensity of the battlefield below is so terrifying that even the Titans are just large cannon fodder. The only ones that can truly stand firm are the Emperor-class Titans that are like towering pillars.

As the most powerful combat force on the earth that humans can control, each Emperor-class Titan has unique design and construction details. The twelve void shield generators and the body made of adamantium alloy alone can remain as still as a mountain in the face of siege.

These behemoths were real weapons of war even in the golden age. The reason for their decline was not because the Titans were not strong enough, but because there were no enemies worth sending Titans to fight.

The war corps composed of Iron Men is enough to wipe out most of the enemies, so the Titans naturally have no chance to appear, after all, they are too bulky and slow in comparison.

The World Axis was over 160 meters tall, making it as huge and shocking as a moving mountain. Sanguinius seemed incomparably small in front of it. Even the giant tower and church behind the Emperor-class Titan were far larger than the Primarch.

The Titan captain of the World Axis didn't understand what this stupid Primarch was trying to do. Did he want to fight against the great machine of the great Om Messiah by himself?
"What a fool and arrogance! Let's put an end to him!"

All pilots who can control a Titan are determined people. As for pilots of the most powerful Emperor-class Titan, the requirements on personal will and quality are extremely strict.

The Titan captain had completely lost his physical body, leaving only a giant brain that had expanded to a one-meter diameter.

His brain was soaked in a light green turbid solution, and countless deformed tumors and blood vessels made him merge into one with the divine machine. The same was true for the other crew members, whose bodies had completely grown together under the influence of Chaos corruption.

Many heads were flashing with fluorescent lights. They had completely lost all sense of emotion. They were fearless and unhappy. All that was left was their infinite enthusiasm for the Axis of the World.

These heads chanted their devout faith in the God of All Things, blessing the Axis of the World to be invincible.

But Sanguinius arrived, found the cockpit of the Axis of the World, spread his wings, and used the Spear of Bigong to tear apart anything that stood in his way.

Whether it was the solid adamantine armor or the barrier protected by psychic sorcery, they were like fragile bubbles that shattered at the touch of a single poke before the Archangel's Spear of Perfect Victory. Enshrouded in holy light, he was immune to all interference and contamination from the evils of the Warp. Instead, the demons of the Warp that inhabited the Axis of the World screamed and wailed before Sanguinius' holy light, being purified and evaporated.

The pilot of the World Axis suddenly had a bad feeling, as if this Primarch was... a little different from the other Primarchs.

As for what was different, he couldn't tell for a moment. The power of chaos had completely corrupted his brain and self-consciousness.

Under the gazes of numerous Blood Angels and Loyal Titans, a huge shadow of light seemed to appear behind Sanguinius. He was no longer an ordinary body, but the incarnation of some kind of divinity.

The archangel opened his arms and spread his wings, as if he was really an angel descending from ancient mythology.

Everyone can see the reflection of their own hearts in the archangel. The loyal ones see the beliefs and original intentions they have always upheld, and see the original purpose of mankind's Great Crusade: not to conquer, enslave, or massacre other races, but to revive mankind and make mankind great again.

The traitors who fell into Chaos saw their own ugly reflections in the Archangels. It was as if they had suddenly torn off the filters and saw their own bodies covered with deformed flesh and blood, and full of bone spurs.

Disgusting blisters and scars are winding across their skin, and something that is not sure whether it is scales or wings has replaced the original human skin. They no longer know whether they are still human.

A feeling of panic and helplessness rose in my heart, but the angel would not unconditionally redeem everyone. He treated the loyal as warmly as a spring breeze, and treated the traitors with thunderous wrath.

In the eyes of the Axis of the World, Sanguinius has turned into a black and red angel. A primordial rage and thirst for blood cast a shadow over the archangel. He is the final judge and the judge of all sins. Any hiding and dodging is invalid and false.

In the face of the angels' judgment, the traitors could hardly control themselves and recalled their glorious past, the good old days when they were still fighting for the Emperor and humanity, but now they had nothing.

"Die, die! Die!"

The Titan driver was almost crazy. He was unwilling to accept such a dark reality. He drove the Emperor-class Titan to fire at Sanguinius.

However, the Titan's violent machine soul was extremely depressed and passive. The powerful volcano cannon and plasma destroyer were out of service, and those close-in defense guns and self-defense missiles were nowhere to be found.

Sanguinius raised his spear and pointed his left finger at the core of the World Axis. Everyone felt an inevitable sense of despair.

Then Sanguinius moved. He instantly killed the Skitarii and the Servants who were still stationed in the Axis of the World, as well as the hidden demons. Blood flowed like a river under the archangel's feet.

But not a drop of blood belonged to him.

He then used the psychic power released by the Spear of Bigong to tear through the Titan's cockpit and drill into her skull.

In this cockpit full of blasphemous runes and religious worship, above the huge eight-pointed star of chaos on the ground, he used his sacred spear to burn all the traitors.

Sanguinius dropped a singularity bomb from Lion's secret vault, then immediately left.

The detonated singularity bomb instantly devoured the head of the Emperor-class Titan. The chain explosion ignited her energy core. The Titan trembled and stopped moving, slowly falling to the ground in the raging fire from the inside out.

The loyal Titans who were observing immediately seized the opportunity and used the Apocalypse-class weapons they were carrying to madly fire at the remains of the World Axis.

An Emperor-class Titan fell, and Sanguinius didn't even have a scratch on his body.

(End of this chapter)