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

Chapter 525: The End of Betagarmon

"Red Ross..."

On the bridge of the New Caliban, Ryan Johnson suddenly frowned and covered his chest with his right hand.

An extremely subtle colic caused waves in his calm heart, and the extremely long-lasting pain made Ryan's serious face reveal a hint of hideousness.

"They have all given their allegiance."

Ryan suddenly closed his eyes and spoke to himself.

Luo Xi turned his head slightly, a little confused. He didn't understand how Ryan knew it.

Could he analyze the battle situation from the data faster than him?

"It's not rationality here, it's pure intuition."

The great commander covered his chest with his palms, as if trying to use the warmth of his palms to dispel the piercing pain.

"I can feel that my descendants, including Redros and other Dark Angels, have returned to the Emperor's arms. Their souls are gone and have severed their connection with me."

Luo Xi immediately became serious. If what Ryan said was true, then wouldn’t they be a step late again?
Following this line of thought, he let go of his perception of space and no longer relied on data analysis, but instead relied on an instinctive reaction to feel the universe.

The rules of the real universe are in chaos, the power of the sea of ​​souls distorts everything, falsehood and reality converge together, outlining and weaving a weird state between the two.

The subspace and the real universe have been completely merged together. There are both the rules of the real universe and the control of the Sea of ​​Souls here, which makes Luo Xi shudder.

The battleship continued to advance towards Betagarmon III. According to the display of the scanning array, the iconic divination needle tower had collapsed. It was obvious that Horus had already captured this place.

The Warmaster acted too quickly and decisively. He would rather leave most of his forces on Betagarmon II and be consumed by the Imperial Army, than lose the Blackstone Fortress and place all his bets on World III.

What on earth is he going to do?
The unknown is the most terrifying. Can Horus still rely on the results of the battle on World III to turn the tide?
The only thing Roche could think of was the Warp behind Horus. He was a chess piece pushed out by the Warp, their co-chosen one. Only these powerful entities from the High Heaven could do this.

But what price will Horus have to pay to win?

Roche didn't know, and neither did Lionel Johnson, but all they could do was try their best to stop Horus. They could only bet that Horus had not yet completed his conspiracy.

……

In the huge fault in front of the Divining Needle defense line, the Demon Goddess and the Dolors Ambassador, which were stuck in the rock layer, continued to fall downwards due to the horrific shock caused by the collapse of the Astropathic Tower. The abyss under them was still bottomless, as if this abyss could reach deep into the earth's core.

The pilot Elsa's originally restless heart suddenly calmed down. She could feel that her body was falling at a very fast speed.

The thread of gravity pulled at the divine machine, and when it fell to the true bottom, the accumulated potential energy would smash them all to pieces.

She also tried to use the Titan's mechanical arms and grappling hooks to stop herself from falling, but all failed. Even the Titan's body continued to disintegrate in the huge impact.

The debris from the collision fell on the Titan's body, making a heavy roar.

"Die."

"Just die like this."

The auspicious instrument that was still running in the Titan cockpit issued a shrill alarm. Elsa raised her hand with difficulty, tore off her broken helmet, and watched with her own eyes the red line that was getting closer and closer on the cracked display screen.

When Titan was about to touch the red line, she finally closed her eyes, waiting for the final tranquility to come.

She was too tired. The long war not only consumed human life, but also squeezed human spirit. She had paid too much for mankind and now only wanted eternal peace.

The divine machinery may be immortal, but its pilots are not. The price these powerful humans pay is far beyond imagination, and when their strained nerves are stretched to their limits, they will inevitably break. "At least I can die with that bastard."

Elsa looked at the Dolors Ambassador that fell with her. In the cockpit of the ship was the man she once called "husband".

Unfortunately, the former model couple chose completely different paths. Elsa chose to be loyal to the Emperor, while her husband Hal Teek sank into the abyss of power, lost himself, and fell into chaos.

Suddenly, the Demonic Goddess, which had been with Elsa for decades, lost its connection with its driver. It was not because there was a problem with the connection, but because Titan took the initiative to cut off the relationship between the two.

The next second, Elsa, who was still in shock, was wrapped up by deep-sea liquid coming from all directions. These light yellow liquids can greatly enhance the human body's ability to resist acceleration while allowing the lungs to keep breathing.

In addition to her, several other surviving crew members were also wrapped up, and some of them completely fainted in the violent impact.

Then all the bolts under the Titan's neck exploded, and the hidden rocket thrusters launched the cockpit towards the surface.

"Goodbye, Elsa." A mechanical female voice said gently.

The seriously injured pilot immediately understood what happened, because the machine soul of the Demon Goddess was speaking in her mind.

She was saying her final, permanent farewell to her driver.

Elsa wanted to cry, but she was completely surrounded by the deep sea liquid. She didn't know whether the salty taste in her mouth came from tears or was just the essential taste of the deep sea liquid.

The head of the Demonic Goddess flew towards the surface under the influence of the tremendous thrust. Without the protection of the deep-sea liquid, even if they could rebound to the surface, these fragile humans would turn into a pool of unrecognizable meat paste.

The cockpit rose rapidly under the power of rocket thrusters, miraculously avoiding many winding rock spikes, and then hit the ground with a loud crash, and collided, bounced, and rolled under the drive of inertia.

Elsa seemed to have fainted, but also seemed not to have, because she felt that she was still conscious.

The deep-sea fluid has been discharged from the cabin, but the other sisters are still unconscious.

She unbuckled her safety belt and pulled the remaining cables out of her body. She staggered to the observation window. The view in front of her was filled with dust and shadows of fire, and many unspeakable monsters were wandering in the wasteland.

"It's over. It's all over. The dowsing needle has fallen and is destroyed."

Elsa did not see the high walls and eye-catching light pillars of the original Divining Needle Defense Line. Apparently, the enemy had captured this place during the time she was away from the battlefield.

But in a trance, she seemed to see the Warmaster himself appear in this burning wasteland. He was so tall, but without any of the nobility and kindness he had in the past. There was only deathly numbness and indifference on Horus' face.

The Warmaster took all the astropaths captured from the divination needle to a huge altar. The base of the altar was formed by the remains of Titans, and the flesh and blood of countless sacrifices were used as bricks and tiles. An extremely suffocating scene appeared in front of Elsa.

She saw the burning fire of purgatory spreading from the altar, burning the entire planet to ashes. The souls of all humans who died on Betagarmon III, on World II, and even in the entire star cluster gathered here.

Whether loyal or rebel, their souls were sacrificed to Horus, and even Aisha believed that this terrible traitor was sacrificing the concept of "humanity" itself.

A ray of chaotic light shot up from the altar into the sky, enveloping everything. The tide of the Warp seemed to have arrived here.

"We have all been deceived... There was never a war, only a sacrifice."

Elsa almost had a mental breakdown. She stood there stupidly, but a beam of teleportation light falling from above the orbit interrupted her collapse, and the remaining head of the Demon Goddess was teleported onto the orbit.

In the last flashing image, she suddenly saw the warmaster who was presiding over the sacrifice staggering to the ground. A huge penetrating wound appeared on his armor out of thin air, and dark blood gushed out like a floodgate had been opened.

Who assassinated Horus? A flash of thought flashed through Aisha's mind, but no one gave her an answer.

(End of this chapter)