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

Chapter 516: One Hand Holding Up the Sky (Please Subscribe)

“It was my mistake.”

The archangel holding the Spear of Success stood there in a daze. He saw that the sky, which was shrouded in war dust and nuclear clouds, suddenly flashed with countless dazzling lights.

The light even penetrated the layers of dust, and it looked like small suns rising in the clouds. The flickering light revealed an ominous sign, and the low atmospheric vibrations seemed like the last elegy before the end of the world.

The flames from the nuclear explosion were getting closer and closer, eventually tearing through the clouds and dust that were like a black curtain.

Whether loyalists or rebels, as long as they are on the orbital platform, even if they do not die in the first round of explosions, they will fall to the surface of the planet along with this mobile tomb.

Sanguinius could sense that there were hundreds of his bloodlines struggling on the fallen orbital platform. Some of these Blood Angels were able to escape the devastated place using jetpacks, but more of their battle brothers had been severely injured in the explosion and were unable to flee.

It all happened so fast, so fast that even the Astartes' nerve reaction speed could not prevent the suicidal behavior of those crazy enemies. When they came to their senses, many of their brothers had already died in the explosion or were crushed under the collapsed metal buildings.

The horrific screams of countless dead humans echoed in the explosions. Countless lives were lost with every heartbeat. Too much death had numbed their hearts, and even the tears of mourning had dried up on their cheeks without ever falling to the ground.

"Seek cover! Seek cover!"

"Open the void shield to maximum! This is an order!"

The voice of Sanguinius began to resound across the battlefield. The archangel flapped his wings and rose into the sky like an arrow, continuously delivering orders.

The Blood Angels frantically led the Imperial Army to evacuate to the fortifications and bunkers on Betagarmon II.

Even many veterans who had been on many battles were horrified by what they saw. Their limbs were numb and stiff, and they could even hear the subtle noise made by blood flowing through their blood vessels.

A circular track so huge that its edge cannot be seen has broken apart in the middle, breaking into several huge pieces. Flames are burning on the surface of these metals, and flashes of light are erupting at the point where the edge touches the atmosphere due to the intense friction.

Countless huge pieces of metal were smashed down at an even faster speed in the explosion. Those things that looked like fragments to the naked eye were even much larger than Titans when they approached the ground.

The roars of countless demons could be heard from the falling orbit. They were rejoicing at the coming massacre. They didn't even care who died. Whether it was the cultists of Chaos or the loyalists of the Empire, they could get the human souls.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" a voice shouted loudly.

"Skulls for the throne!" Someone else on the burning orbital platform shouted.

Those Sons of Horus and mortal Chaos cultists who infiltrated the destruction covered themselves in blood, watching the destruction they had wrought in madness.

Even some of the more rational rebels died at their hands, killed by the more radical and devout cultists, and their souls were dedicated to the great Chaos Gods.

"A bunch of lunatics."

Amidst the screaming crowd, a seriously injured Blood Angel suddenly rushed in. The huge shock wave from the reactor explosion exceeded the bearing limit of the armor and severely damaged its more fragile internal organs.

He took off his helmet, revealing his smooth forehead with a golden service nail, and coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, even mixed with tiny pieces of internal organs.

The medical system in the power armor began to release medical nanorobots, and at the same time a large amount of hormone drugs were injected into the body. This injury would not kill him, but he was unable to escape from here.

The Blood Angels drew out their power axes made of angel steel and cleanly slaughtered all these completely insane mortal cultists.

The gushing blood almost formed a river on the orbital platform, and even began to flow backwards in the weightless environment of the rapid fall.

The Blood Angel forcibly suppressed his bloodlust. He contacted his other battle-brothers via communicator, only to discover that some of them had stopped responding. "We shall perish here, but we will live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"

More and more orbital debris fell down with enormous potential energy. When some smaller fragments fell to the ground first under the influence of shock waves, the flames produced by the explosion were even more intense than those of nuclear weapons.

Those Titans that were still walking on the battlefield, like ants, easily perished in the falling wreckage. The void shield barrier burst like a bubble, and the twisted and deformed bodies were instantly smashed deep into the earth's crust.

Regardless of friend or foe, any Titan on the battlefield could be directly destroyed by the debris falling from the sky. Even the Emperor-class Titan would need to temporarily avoid the attack.

Hundreds of Titan machines fired at the sky, countless death missiles and plasma beams blocked the coming of destruction, and smashed the giant wreckage into more small pieces.

Faced with this doomsday scene that seemed like a natural disaster, even Sanguinius felt a chill in his heart. He did have unrivaled fighting power, but what could he do in the face of such a situation?
He is not a powerful psychic like the Emperor, who can rely on his psychic power to make everything stand still in time.

suddenly.

A paralyzed Titan beside Sanguinius let out a clear and long low groan. It was not dead yet, but its lower limbs were destroyed and broken by the enemy's artillery fire, which was no different from death on such a horrific battlefield.

Suddenly, a sparkling drizzle began to fall from the sky. Those crystal clear raindrops seemed to be generated out of thin air. They were not natural precipitation from the atmosphere.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and when the rain fell on the loyal Titans and ground vehicles, their wounds began to heal themselves. The reactors that had been exhausted due to overload were rejuvenated and surged with energy again.

The machines that were tormented by pain and disease recovered themselves under the rain from heaven.
Countless Mechanicus Crusaders, whose bodies were weakened by powerful radiation weapons, suddenly became quiet. The pain was fading away, and their consciousness became clearer.

The technical priests in charge of commanding them stared deeply at the sky, allowing the rain to seep into their cyber bodies.

All believers of the God of All Machines and Om Messiah are praying the most devout prayers in their lives using binary language.

A touch and peace that originated from the soul rose from their hearts. They gazed at the sky and had a premonition that the existence in the Mechanicus's faith had arrived.

On the wasteland-like land, countless metal debris and scrapped cables began to tremble and wriggle as if they were given life. Even the dead Titan machine contributed its flesh and blood and bones.

Under the stunned gaze of the technical priests, the metal materials and energy reactors scattered on the battlefield began to combine together, forming thousands of giant electromagnetic towers hundreds of meters high.

An indescribable invisible force twists the direction of gravity here, and the electromagnetic force and gravity turn into a web, supporting the huge and deadly debris.

A melodious bell sound seemed to be heard from the distant sky, and countless people rang out their heartfelt praises and worship. After hesitating for a few tenths of a second, the dazed Mechanicus priests also began to recite their binary prayers.

"From the mediocrity of thought, Omnissiah, save us!"

"From the lies of the heathen, Circuit, protect us!"

"Machine Spirit, protect us from the ravages of the Destroyer!"

"From this creature's rotten prison, O Machine God, set us free!"

Luo Xi descended from the sky to the ground. He spread out his hands and released his power with all his strength. Those electromagnetic towers that delayed and prevented the orbital platform from falling were his work.

He took a deep breath and looked at Sanguinius who was flying towards him at high speed, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Fortunately, we are not too late."

(End of this chapter)