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

Chapter 541 The Midnight Lord Comes Knocking on the Door (Please Subscribe)
"Yago, we have three more days of warp travel to return to the solar system."

"Are you really... ready?"

"In the Empire's identification sequence, we are still outright traitors, and we may face death the moment we are discovered."

The tall metal giant raised the cold and gleaming chainsaw halberd and swept away the blood beads attached to it.

Yago Sevitarion wore a tactical helmet decorated with bat wings. Beside him, a petite mortal woman wearing finely crafted shell armor was whispering to him.

Power boots stepped over the pool of blood that had just flowed, and the black armored guards followed their leader, controlling the crowd that was screaming and trying to resist.

"Take control of this merchant ship. I have something to discuss with its owner." The voice of Prince of Crows echoed in the cabin, and the silent black-armored guards instantly disappeared into the darkness.

Now they were in a heavily modified moon-class cruiser that looked somewhat dilapidated, traveling in the illusory subspace.

This merchant ship, converted from a Moon-class cruiser, is about 5 kilometers long and is equipped with a set of Mars-type macrocannon side guns on both sides, as well as a set of Starbreaker Light Spears.

This Moon-class cruiser had glittering battlements and intricately carved hull armor, but the dust of war obscured everything, making it look like a wreck on the verge of disintegration.

According to the Empire's records, it was a merchant ship belonging to the roving trader family of Blitz.

The Blitzcrank family is a large merchant family from the Ultramarine. Their trade network spans many galaxies and they once had extraordinary power and influence.

However, after the outbreak of the Horus Heresy, their family was also affected by the war, and most of the family members were killed in the Shadow Crusade launched by Lorgar and Angron, and the family was almost destroyed.

Jeremiah Blitzcrank was a member of the younger generation of this family. He was lucky enough that he was still able to sail his merchant ship in the turbulent waves of the Warp even after the Astronomican was obscured by the Warp storm.

Jeremiah is a typical wandering trader. He is not used to the elegant etiquette of the upper class. He prefers to sail his own merchant ship to explore the unknown world.

In his own words: "I robbed, I cheated, and I stole, but I was a law-abiding Rogue Trader and never stole a single tax."

"My loyalty belongs to the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. I never care about any writ of claim. I got there first and I have the bigger gun, so what I see is what I have."

But now, this unruly Rogue Trader is facing a huge trouble. He realizes that the damn Warp storm may not be the biggest disaster in his life.

Because in the bridge of his merchant ship, a group of Astartes wearing blue and purple painted power armor with bloody bat wings and white skulls painted on them took his place.

As a knowledgeable Rogue Trader, Jeremiah had naturally seen these superhuman warriors of the Emperor. Even in the Five Hundred Worlds, his family had good dealings with the Ultramarines and was responsible for transporting some necessary supplies for the Thirteenth Legion.

"Emperor, these guys are definitely not Ultramarines."

Jeremiah murmured in his heart as some of his loyal guards immediately launched a counterattack after encountering the enemy boarding. Then in the blink of an eye, they were skinned by these Astartes holding power halberds and lightning claws.

Yes, instead of chopping off their heads, Jeremiah was distracted for a moment, and his men's skin and flesh were separated, and they were lying on the deck twitching and spurting horrific blood.

He is not afraid of death and blood. Rogue Merchants are the most radical and brave among the mortals in the Empire. In order to expand shipping routes and trade routes, they will even lead their fleets to the dark edge of the Milky Way and fight against those brutal and barbaric alien races.

It can be said that Rogue Traders are the best representatives of human courage and pioneering spirit, and are also a symbol of humanity's continued enterprising spirit after the Golden Age.

The more dangerous it is, the greater the opportunities and profits it contains, but such a horrifying scene still makes his big heart continue to contract and beat.

"It's the fucking Night Lords!"

Jeremiah screamed in his heart, but he dared not utter a word. The Night Lords were a rebellious faction of the Legiones Astartes. Rumors had spread from the Five Hundred Worlds that some planets had been decimated, and it was rumored that they were the work of the Night Lords. He saw only a few Night Lords on board, perhaps ten or so, while his cruiser, the Destiny, was armed with over five thousand men, all equipped with precision-engineered Helllances and light armor.

Although Jeremiah looked dissolute, he was actually a man of action. He knew that he had to rely on himself first and then on his own resources, including his subordinates, friends and wealth.

But wealth is dead, people are alive, so he never hesitates to win over his subordinates. He also has an inner circle composed of his previous acquaintances, forming a team similar to that of adventurers.

However, this seemingly huge disparity in numbers still did not give Jeremiah any sense of security, because those were the Midnight Lords, a traitor legion that was most skilled in killing mortals.

"I didn't feel my ship being attacked by boarding torpedoes or landing capsules, so they were directly teleported to my ship without a beacon? Aren't they afraid of getting stuck on the deck of the battleship?"

"Damn these lunatics! What do they want? There's no valuable cargo on my ship!"

Jeremiah carefully crawled along the narrow ventilation duct. If he had not just gone to the toilet, he would have collided directly with these Midnight Lords.

"But now my ship is still drifting in the warp. I have nowhere to escape!"

The Rogue Merchants felt that they had terrible luck. They had been lost in the warp before and were swept around by the Storm of Destruction. They didn't know where they had gone.

When his navigator saw Terra's Astronomican again, he immediately urged the merchant ship to head to Terra at full speed.

He may not quite understand how this war will evolve, but he simply believes that Terra, the home planet of mankind, should be the safest place.

Jeremiah hid in the ventilation duct of the bridge, relying on the micro-communicator on his wrist to keep in touch with his men.

He had to think of a solution, doing nothing would be tantamount to waiting for death.

Jeremiah accessed the Thinker server on the merchant ship and observed the real-time situation through the cameras installed throughout the cabin.

However, to his surprise, those damned Night Lords, apart from killing the armed soldiers who resisted at the beginning, did not slaughter other mortals as the rumors said.

The Night Lords simply controlled the people in the cabin and told them to stay where they were and not move.

"Damn it, why is there a woman with the rebel leader? Is she an astropath?"

The well-informed Jeremiah was also surprised by his discovery. He had never seen Astarte interested in women.

With his experience of going to various taverns, entertainment venues and brothels in the alleys, he bet that the leader of the Night Lords definitely had an affair with the female Astropath.

He saw through the monitor that the Midnight Lord had taken off his helmet, revealing a pale handsome face. The narrow scar across his upper lip made it seem as if he was always sneering contemptuously.

"Damn, what a pretentious face. This guy must be very popular with women." Jeremiah complained, and at the same time felt excited about his discovery and guess.

Oh, the Emperor, a ruthless Rebel Astartes, and a seemingly weak female Astropath, this combination...

Jeremiah's mind was full of imagination. His carefree nature still got into trouble at this moment. He wondered if there was any unknown relationship between these two people.

But the next second, a ghostly voice sounded from under him.

"Have you seen enough?"

(End of this chapter)