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

Chapter 521: The Sun, The Sun! (asking for a monthly ticket)

"That is the Death's Skull Legion, Horus's favorite Titan Legion."

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Following behind the Ghost Fox Legion was an organized enemy force. Those intimidating dark-toned steel giants were painted in black, red, silver, and gold. A silent sense of oppression emanated from them, even surpassing the Ghost Fox vanguards.

In the field of vision of the scanning array, about one-third of the Dead Skull Titans appeared in a strange and dirty state.

On the shoulder armor, weapon suspension, head cockpit and under the torso of the God Machine, dense herpes-like moss attachments slowly squirmed and fell to the ground as the Titan rose and fell.

The domineering Death Skull Titans have been contaminated by the power of the Lord of Plague, which undoubtedly indicates that they will become even more terrifying and powerful.

The supreme commander here, Grand Master Dreadwing Redros, was in the Divining Needle Tower and saw the approach of the rebel Titans through the transparent reinforced glass.

Apart from the dead skulls contaminated by the power of Nurgle, the rest are all machines in their prime with shiny paint and no trace of damage.

The rebels were already at the gates of the city. Even with just a cursory glance with his naked eyes, Faris Redros could see more than three-digit Death Skull Titans and Titan machines from other different rebel legions.

Even if we judge with simple rational concepts, the number of rebel Titans that suddenly appeared in this area far exceeds the number of loyal Titans stationed in the Divining Needle Defense Zone.

Not to mention, the opponent is the Death Skull Titan Legion, which is famous for its powerful combat capability.

An atmosphere of despair before destruction shrouded the Divining Needle Defense Line, but Redros showed no panic or fear.

He just waited quietly for the opportunity to come.

He took off his black and gold tactical helmet, revealing a cruel face covered with scars and burns from radioactive weapons.

And the holographic projection of Ryan Johnson was now appearing in front of him. The Lion King was currently on his way to the world of Betagarmon III on the New Caliban for support, conveying his will to his offspring through remote means.

"Redros, I order you to delay Horus at all costs."

"Our reinforcements will arrive shortly."

The Lion's orders were as concise and precise as ever, without any nonsense, and his Grand Master Terrorwing just nodded silently, indicating that he understood what the Father of Genes meant.

The so-called at all costs means that even if they all die here, they must delay Horus.

Redros had never been afraid of death. When he was eight years old, most of his family members died at the hands of the ferocious beasts in the Caliban Forest. It was the Knights of Order and Lion's Johnson who killed those damned beasts.

Later, due to his outstanding performance, Redros was chosen as the Grand Master of Dreadwing, and often carried out destruction missions for the Primarch. Wherever Dreadwing went, no grass grew and all things were destroyed.

He had already prepared for his own destruction.

Nothing more than death.

"Dark Angels!"

Redros turned around and looked at the elite warriors of the First Legion who were as silent as mountains.

"Dreadwing attacks!"

The Grand Master immediately put his tactical helmet back on. He held his finely crafted power axe tightly, and held the Shield of the Dreadbringer in the other hand. In the gaps between his chest armor and waist, there were densely packed fragmentation grenades, melta grenades, radiation grenades and phosphide grenades hanging.

The next second, Redros and a thousand Dark Angel veterans jumped off the divination needle and approached the surface at a high speed under the pull of gravity.

Seconds before they were smashed into a pulp, the power backpacks installed on the back of their Star-type power armors sprayed out powerful plasma beams that offset the impact force and allowed the Dark Angels to fall safely onto the huge wall.

Even from a distance of tens of kilometers, the enemy Titans had already launched an unflinching attack on the high wall blocking the Divining Needle. Blazing flames and flying shrapnel slammed into the solid defenses beneath Redros. The shimmering purple void shield shook violently, and the destructive plasma balls released by the giant Plasma Annihilator slowly annihilated and were transferred into the warp. More volcano cannons and earthquake cannons opened fire, bombarding the void shield.

Some slower missiles penetrated the void shield and flew directly over Redros' head, and the whistling tail flames lifted the Grand Master's cloak.

The interceptor missile detonated the enemy's missile in mid-air, and immediately a large amount of debris and shock waves fell from the sky.

"You go and control the ground-based defense system and use the giant cannons to stop the enemy." The Grand Master ordered several dark angels to take over the positions of those mortal soldiers. He did not believe in the power of mortals.

They stood on the city walls, waiting for the right opportunity to attack. No matter how strong the Dark Angels were, they were only infantry units. Even if they controlled their own heavy vehicles, they were no different from eggs hitting stones when facing the Death Skull Legion.

Timing, they need to find that timing.

The Demonic Goddess was now rapidly returning to defense, and the huge Titan machine was running at the fastest speed. Every step it took would cause a huge earthquake effect, tearing apart the permafrost and ice.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

The glory of the volcanic cannon gushed out on the fists of the Demonic Goddess. These extremely high-temperature rays were enough to melt through the metal body of the Titan and were one of the most effective means of output for the Divine Machinery.

She was resisting the attack of the Ghost Fox Titans. These vanguard Titans moved extremely fast and were almost heading straight for the Demon Goddess and other Titans that were retreating under the city wall.

Their huge power claws and chainswords are charging. Although the principles are the same as those of the weapons in the hands of Space Marines, the weapons driven by the Titans' huge size are far superior to the individual versions in terms of momentum and power.

The Demon Goddess hit a target with its high-temperature rays. The void shield slowly appeared, and damage and holes appeared. At such a close distance, the destructive rays penetrated into the opponent's chest and abdomen. In an instant, a bright white glow appeared on the Titan's body.

Just like when a block of iron is heated to an extremely high temperature, the pure white light released after the molten outer shell is peeled off. A large amount of molten metal peels off from the Titan's body, revealing a skeleton made of refined gold.

The heavy spiral laser cannons fired continuously, and the death strike missiles plunged into the Titan's head, turning it into a shining nuclear fireball.

"Kill count plus one. Sisters, this is our glorious moment!"

"For the glory of the Prideful Sun Legion, for Om Messiah!"

After killing a traitor, the Demonic Goddess continued to retreat. There was joy in the cockpit, but Elsa's face was solemn, because she felt that the machine soul of the volcanic cannon was resisting. The excessive temperature and instantaneous overload made it on the verge of collapse.

If you use the volcano cannon again, there's a good chance it will blow itself up first.

Elsa immediately mobilized the coolant to quickly remove the continued heat from the weapon in order to restore the main weapon as soon as possible.

She saw that the Iron Cursor, Iron Huntress, Swift Wild Dog, Scarlet Oss and Farsighter were gathering near her.

"Greta, aren't you sorry you didn't get to see 'Death of a Titan'? Now you can."

"Our opponent is Deathskull, the despicable Martian rebel."

Elsa controlled the divine machine and joined her friendly forces, and even took some time to speak to her companions in the weapon holder position.

The weapon wielder is also linked to the machine soul. She communicates with the machine soul in a complex manner and uses the most appropriate weapon to attack the enemy at the most appropriate time.

The rugged, somewhat unfeminine weapon bearer responded to the captain's words readily and enthusiastically.

"Then die. The daughter of the proud sun will never fear the coming of the dark age. Even if we die, there will be other brothers and sisters who will take over our unfulfilled responsibilities."

"So what if it's a dead skull? We're hitting a dead skull!"

The daughters of the scorching sun slowly retreated to the city wall, awaiting the arrival of that dark future.

(End of this chapter)