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

Chapter 524 Let the Galaxy Burn (Please Subscribe)

Grand Master Dreadwing was leading only three hundred Dark Angels veterans, while the rest of the Space Marines had been assigned to various areas of the Divining Needle Line to resist enemy invasions and operate defensive turrets.

The number of Sons of Horus and Gastlin Terminators exceeded one thousand. Such a huge gap in troop strength resulted in the complete annihilation of the Sons of Horus' vanguard.

Red Ross discovered from the data displayed on the tactical helmet screen that forty-two Dark Angel veterans had lost their vital signs.

Apothecaries are already recovering the gene-seed of these Inner Circle monks, and their remains have been brought to the temple for temporary placement.

Although they all knew that they would have a hard time surviving this war, they still repeated the sacred ritual.

"If I had the chance, I would take you back to Caliban."

The Grand Master said secretly in his heart that if this was the only fighting power displayed by the enemy, then they would be able to hold out until Ryan Johnson's large force arrived.

The Dreadwings shuttled through the city walls and corridors, engaging in fierce encounters with the enemy in every corner, defending the glory of the First Legion with pure sword and firepower.

And at this moment, under the hundred-meter-high city wall, a tall figure was slowly walking out of the torn subspace rift.

The Warp healed like a creeping mirror, leaving only the figure of Horus.

He stepped over the burning wreckage of the Titan, passed by the remains of the Imperial Fists Astartes with blades stuck in their bodies. With every step he took, the dark power accumulated on the battlefield surged more and more.

He was just one man, but the aura he exuded far exceeded that of the so-called divine machine. The World Breaker Hammer swayed up and down in his hand, and the Claw of Horus flashed an extremely dangerous arc of light.

He stared at the high wall that merged with the dark sky, saw the huge explosions that occasionally lit up on the wall, and saw his own descendants falling in large numbers at the hands of the dark angels.

“This is not what I wanted.”

The sigh of Horus was as confusing as a storm. It did not sound like words coming out of his mouth, but more like the sound of a warp storm colliding.

He was waiting in the royal court of his Spirit of Vengeance one second ago, and in the next second he arrived on the scorched earth of Betagarmon III.

He will come here in person to complete the final round-up and ceremony.

Many things came to the Warmaster's mind, from Davin's temple to the burning galaxy, and the memory especially lingered for a long time on what happened in the Beta Garmon Cluster.

"I never intended for my legion to attack."

Horus seemed to be talking to a being in the void, or simply talking to himself. Ever since he was stabbed by Leman Russ's Spear of Dionysus, he often fell into this strange state.

Even his most beloved son, Abaddon, felt unfamiliar and frightened of his father's behavior, but they could do nothing.

In front of the Warmaster, a severely wounded Imperial Fists Astartes fell among the corpses of his comrades and enemies. One of his arms had been completely torn apart by the power weapon, but when he saw the Warmaster walking towards him, he still struggled to get up.

This nameless Fist of the Empire wore a bright red feather crown, and his power backpack let out a final, exhausted roar. He used up his last bit of strength to leap from the ground, holding the power sword with activated decomposition field in one hand, and rushed towards Horus.

However, even though his movements had reached their limits, in the eyes of the War Marshal, he was still as immature as a child.

This extremely powerful being didn't even lower his head. Almost as if by instinct, he grasped the power sword with the Claw of Horus, and then gently squeezed it, breaking it into countless metal fragments.

The exploding power sword hit the dark armor but failed to cause even the slightest scratch.

The Claw of Horus closed smoothly and easily pierced the Imperial Fist's chest, severing the ceramsite armor and flesh, and piercing out from the power backpack behind him.

The Warmaster's head was connected to several pipes surging with chaos energy. He held the body of the Imperial Fist and walked step by step to the city wall.

"Father, together we once drove out the ignorant old night age...but you betrayed me and all of us."

"You stole the power of the gods and lied to your sons. You knew the power of the High Heaven existed, but you deceived everyone with a false imperial truth and took that power for yourself."

Horus was filled with grief and anger, for the Emperor, for Mankind, and for his brother.

They were so ignorant, even though they had already been told of the Emperor's evil ambitions. In the dark future, he would sit on the Golden Throne and ascend to become a god amidst the endless suffering and soul sacrifice of mankind.

He felt the presence of his blood brothers, who were rushing over from World No. 2 in a hurry, just to stop him.

"Did Ryan think he beat me? Unfortunately, it all depends on my thoughts." "I have reached another level. Victory or defeat is meaningless to me."

The Wolf Shepherd God was like a phantom, a ghost. He easily crossed the high wall and came to the killing field where countless descendants had been killed or injured.

He looked at the bodies of his sons with a strange expression that seemed to be neither smiling nor laughing, but there was no sadness in his emotion.

He is Horus, but not just Horus. At this moment, he has entered a strange state of emptiness and transcendence.

"Humanity has only one chance to revive." Horus found Redros who was killing and easily tore the storm shield in the opponent's hand with his power claws.

"If you can't catch him." Grand Master Dreadwing was blown away by an absolutely irresistible force. His body was imprisoned by an indescribable chaotic force, and the storm shield that was broken into two halves melted like ice.

He took a deep breath, pushed his body stubbornly, and ran towards Horus while holding the power axe tightly.

He knew that he had no chance, but it was better than sitting on the ground and waiting to die.

The Worldbreaker easily crushed the Power Axe, turning it into a cloud of metal debris, and half of Redros' body turned into meat paste.

"Then let me do it all!"

The claw of Horus sank into the Grand Master's chest, killing him just as he had killed the Imperial Fists champion.

Redros's vision gradually became blurred, and endless darkness enveloped his soul. In the last second of his life, he pulled the safety pins of all the grenades on his body.

In a flash, the melta grenades, radiation grenades, phosphide grenades and the most common fragmentation grenades were all detonated. He didn't even expect to be able to hurt Horus in front of him through close combat.

Because he himself is the last bullet fired at the enemy.

As the Grand Master of Terrorwing, Redros possesses far more deadly weapons than these. In his second heart, there is an extremely delicately placed black hole bomb inherited from the dark technological age.

When his heart stops beating, the black hole bomb will immediately explode, releasing a micro black hole capable of swallowing all matter and energy.

This is the deadly weapon that Redros unleashed with his life, just like the creed of Terrorwing.

They are silent scavengers who help the Father of Genes to quietly clear out the enemies of humanity in the darkness where no one can see, leaving a clean white land for future generations.

Later humans would only be surprised that there was nothing here, but they would not know what had happened.

However, when the remains of Redros were completely swallowed by the black hole, Horus still stood there, his Horus claws slightly spread out, holding the twisting and evaporating black hole in his hand.

He felt neither sad nor happy, he just watched the black hole boil, then quietly evaporate and disappear into the invisible. That ultimate physical force was like an illusory bubble to him and was meaningless.

"Let the war begin, covering from the sky of Terra to the edge of the galaxy." The Death Skull Titan Legion has arrived at the high wall, and all the resisting Titans have been killed by them without mercy.

"Let the sea of ​​stars boil, let the stars fall. Even if I shed my last drop of blood, I want to see the galaxy liberated again!"

All the dark angels knelt before the primordial power of Horus. They trembled and tried their best to stand up and defend their dignity.

Their armor, their swords, their flesh and blood all boiled, dissolved, and annihilated under this power.

They turned into scattered ashes.

"If I cannot save humanity from your failure, Father..."

Horus raised his Worldbreaker and Power Claw high in the air, announcing his presence to all the Chaos legions.

"Then let the galaxy burn!"

The Divining Needle Tower that reached the sky collapsed, and all the dark angels were wiped out by the power of Horus himself. From the collapsed tower came the terrified screams of countless astropaths and the terrifying screams of continuous explosions.

The Dark Angels fulfilled their promise to the Gene-Father, but they could not overcome the absolute power gap.

On the world of Betagarmon III, the Divining Needle Defense Line was destroyed with the arrival of Horus in person.

(End of this chapter)