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

Chapter 544 and I Surrender (Please Follow)

Jeremiah walked towards the three Astartes of the Imperial Fists.

Even Rogue Merchants would feel a little nervous when facing an Astartes.

Especially since they were not Ultramarines that he often dealt with. Jeremiah had heard that the Imperial Fists were a group of weird stone-headed people who would not respond to any threats, but he didn't know whether it was true or not.

Because he was wearing a tactical helmet, he couldn't see the other party's faces clearly, but based on his intuition, he felt that these people were not as powerful as the leader of the Night Lords.

The difference in momentum alone is enough to distinguish the superior from the inferior. As an experienced wandering merchant, Jeremiah's eyesight definitely exceeds that of most people, let alone other things.

He knows too well which people he can offend and which people his life will be in danger if he offends them.

"The logbook shows that you have been lost in the warp?"

The leading mortal prosecutor asked sternly as he connected to the Thinker computer on the Granted Destiny and imported the records into his own data pad for backup and inspection.

It is easy to tell whether a warship is in the real universe or in the subspace, because in the subspace, the Geller stand must be opened. By looking at how long the Geller stand has been opened, you can know how long it has been in the subspace.

And their battleship Geller's position has almost never been closed, which cannot be false.

"Sir." Jeremiah made up his mind and interrupted the prosecutor who was reviewing the case.

The other party stared at the Rogue Trader with sharp eyes. Jeremiah could even see the black pupils surrounded by three white eyes staring at him.

There is doubt and scrutiny, but no other emotions.

These guys...why do they all look like robots?
The Rogue Trader has seen many different mortal soldiers in his adventurous career. Some of them are rough and unrestrained, some are capricious and violent, and may draw their swords and attack at any time. Others will ask for kickbacks from him, blackmailing him invisibly.

But he could not see any emotions from these people, as if they had no personal selfishness at all.

"There's a problem on my ship." Jeremiah looked the other person in the eye and said through gritted teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the prosecutor and other mortal soldiers immediately raised their incendiary rifles and aimed them at the traveling trader in front of them.

If he can't give a clear reason, I'm afraid the situation today will be difficult to resolve.

Jeremiah wanted to warn the prosecutor by implication that there were enemies on his ship, and this was the compromise he came up with.

"Are there enemies on your ship? How many are they?" The leading Imperial Fist took two steps forward and asked condescendingly.

The Rogue Trader secretly cursed the Imperial Fists for being so rigid, asking why they had to speak out so openly.

With the hearing of those Night Lords, they must have known that they had been betrayed by themselves.

It’s bad, it’s bad, I’m dead now.

The Astartes of the Imperial Fists immediately put down their storm shields and deployed a defensive formation. At the same time, they immediately called for continued support from the fleet in the rear.

The reinforcements of the Seventh Legion were rushing in at a high speed, and the mortal soldiers following the Inquisitor immediately aimed their guns at the complex corridors and threw some grenade-like objects into the alleys.

Jeremiah saw that the objects that were thrown out emitted a mist like white smoke, which spread rapidly. It seemed to be a technological creation that he could not understand.

What the mortal auxiliary army threw out were naturally portable detection swarms. These omniscient intelligent machines, which were only microns in size, could drill into narrow gaps, draw a panoramic picture of the battlefield, and send it to the processors of the soldiers in the rear.

They are like countless eyes that help the imperial soldiers understand the battlefield environment and guard against potential enemy sneak attacks.

However, at the moment when everyone entered a state of alert, the power system of the Moon-class cruiser suddenly fell into a fluctuating state. The extremely unstable voltage instantly caused the light to disappear, and the scene was filled with darkness.

The Imperial Fists relied on the auspicious instruments and night vision goggles to swiftly pull the trigger. The powerful grenade launcher fired continuously, and a cross-shaped flame erupted in the darkness.

A deafening roar rang in Jeremiah's ears, nearly tearing his eardrums.

Every gunshot was pounding on his heart, but he no longer had time to care about his ship. Obviously, saving his life was more important.

The experienced Rogue Trader immediately dropped to the ground, relying on his memory to roll into a corner and curl up. He had already rehearsed this move a thousand times in his mind.

In the dark cabin, some ghostly figures began to flicker. Their heavy bodies did not make any noise, and their incredible hiding skills were even comparable to those of some veterans of the Raven Guard.

The Imperial Fists quickly threw out several flash bombs, trying to break the limitations of the dark environment.

Although they were able to observe the enemy through auspicious devices and night vision goggles, they realized the enemy's identity in just a moment.

A traitor to the Night Lords!

However, the flash bombs that rolled around were quickly extinguished by an invisible force and turned into some useless duds.

Sevatar attacked quickly in the darkness. He did not use his chainsaw halberd, but approached the Imperial Fists warrior holding a storm shield and a chainsaw sword with his bare hands.

The Prince of Crows showed no fear at all. He flew over the heads of his opponents in an extremely thrilling manner and nimbly moved behind them.

He knew how tough these Imperial Fists wearing adamantium armor were, so he used psychic shock to shake the opponent's brain, causing him to fall into a brief state of coma.

The remaining two Imperial Fists immediately turned around and attacked with swords.

One on the left and one on the right, stuck in a dead corner.

The promethium fuel was injected into the engine of the chainsaw sword, causing a terrifying sound that made people's whole body numb.

The saw teeth began to rotate at a high speed and were filled with single-molecule blades. Once they hit a flesh and blood body or a lightly armored unit, large chunks of flesh and bones would be torn off immediately.

"Too slow, compared to that guy."

Sevatar was bored with this boring battle, and his mind recalled Sigismund's cold and resolute expression.

On that occasion, he and the famous Black Knight of the Imperial Fists fought for dozens of hours without a clear winner. He was tired of the battle, so he used an illegal headbutt to hit the Imperial Fists Sword Master's head, ending the battle in a seemingly shameful way.

Compared to Sigismund, these Imperial Fists are really not good enough.

Sevatar stretched out his hands and grabbed the sword-holding arms of the Imperial Fists in a seemingly crazy gesture, suppressing their movements with absolute force.

He single-handedly used his blood-red gauntlets to forcibly suppress the arms of two Imperial Fists wearing adamantium battle armor, forcing them to use all their strength to resist this irresistible force.

Afterwards, several veteran Black Armor Guards rushed forward and knocked down the two Imperial Fists, seizing their weapons and equipment.

The Imperial Fists struggled on the ground angrily until the power system was restored and light came again, and they could see Sevatar's face clearly.

"Yago Sevitarion?"

"Traitor to the Midnight Haunter!"

These old men of the Seventh Legion had apparently seen the duel between Sevatar and Sigismund, and immediately recognized the man with the slicked-back hair and the horrifying scar on his upper lip.

They instantly realized that their failure was inevitable, because the man in front of them was Sevatar, the famous Prince of Crows of the Eighth Legion. Only the Black Knights could match him.

The captured Imperial Fists didn't care about their own death; they just urged their battle-brothers to hurry up and catch the big fish of the Night Lords Legion.

Using incredible skill and psychic powers, Sevatar removed the Imperial Fists' helmets, then spoke to them from above.

He thought for a moment, as if preparing his words.

"Don't be too nervous, cousins ​​of the Imperial Fists."

"I am Yago Sevitarion."

"I am the judgment! I am the punishment! And... I surrender."

(End of this chapter)