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

Chapter 545: Walking into a Trap

When Sevatar said "I surrender", everyone, including the Imperial Fists, was stunned.

The Son of Dorne even wondered if there was something wrong with his Ear of Leman.

The Black Armored Guards had knocked down all the mortal auxiliary troops, but extremely rarely did they kill them completely. These well-equipped mortals only suffered minor injuries and temporarily lost control of their bodies.

They stared at the traitor in confusion, not understanding why they were still alive.

"Lies!" roared the leading Imperial Fist, his acidic saliva even splattering in front of Sevatar, dissolving extremely tiny holes on the metal deck.

These elite Imperial Fists are not the quick-recruiting troops from Cthunia; their corrosive salivary glands and Sassuan meninges are still functioning properly.

"You will not deceive the sons of Dorne with your vile lies. You are a shameful traitor. From the moment you betrayed the Emperor, we are no longer brothers."

"Kill me if you still have a little dignity and honor left in you, just as you once did when you fought with our Black Knight."

The Imperial Fists' bones were extremely hard, and they stiffened their necks, insisting that Sevatar kill them.

They would rather die than be shamefully captured.

Prince Crow was also speechless about these stubborn cousins, but there was nothing he could do. Only the Primarch and Roche and others knew the news that Curze had come to the right path, while these lower-level Imperial Fists Astartes naturally had no way of knowing.

Curze's mission is top secret, so in the current Empire's cognitive sequence, the Night Lords and Conrad Curze are both unforgivable traitors and are targets that must be killed.

"Listen, you stone heads, I've said it all - I surrender."

Sevatar repeated it again, but the other party still stared at him with murderous eyes, his teeth almost biting through his lips, revealing the scarlet muscles and gums.

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"Damn it, why should I reason with these Imperial Fists? This is much more difficult than my mission."

Sevatar took off his tactical helmet with scarlet bat wings, then held it in his hands and released his power boots from the Imperial Fists' breastplate.

The huge force dissipated, and suddenly the Imperial Fist could move again.

"Listen, my cousin, let's put aside our grudges for now. I returned to Terra this time on the orders of Lord Roshi, and brought back top secret intelligence."

"This mission is related to whether the Emperor can step down from the Golden Throne and lead mankind again. Use your stupid head and consider the authenticity of my information. I can't be so stupid as to fall into the trap and run to Terra to die, right?"

"I, Sevatar, would never do such a stupid thing to seek death. I am not a fool like you."

Feeling that they had regained their freedom, the Imperial Fists showed a rare expression of surprise and doubt.

Because he rationally believed that what Sevatar said had at least a 70% chance of being true, which was completely in line with logic and thinking inertia, but his loyalty to the Emperor made him unwilling to believe that the traitor's words were true.

The words of any traitor are malicious deceptions. They will cunningly mix one lie among nine truths and lay hidden traps and conspiracies.

It's about whether the Emperor can step down from the Golden Throne, we...

The Imperial Fists' heartbeat, which had remained calm even after being captured, began to speed up because of these words.

The Sons of Dorne naturally knew that the Emperor had ascended the Golden Throne and could no longer lead them personally against the rebels. They were also actively looking for all possible ways to liberate their master and regain his freedom.

"Next, do as I say: I will release you from your imprisonment, and then you will tell your battle-brothers that we have been captured, and finally take us to Ganymede, where Lord Roche should be."

After Sevatar finished speaking, he ordered the Black Armored Guards to release the two suppressed Imperial Fists Astartes.

"You know better than to play tricks with me, and the sons of Dorne don't play tricks."

"Now, swear in the name of Dorn and the Emperor that you will grant my request." Even though the Imperial Fists Astartes were released, the initiative was still firmly in Sevatar's hands, and their weapons had not been returned. They would become prisoners again with just a thought.

The Imperial Fists were in great conflict and pain, not only because of their shameful failure and their disappointment to Dorne, but also because they had to make peace with the traitor Ran, which was a great test and torture for their loyalty.

"I, Wilder Dominic, swear to the Emperor and Dorne that I will deliver you to Lord Roche."

The Fist of the Empire seemed to have endured an invisible mental torture. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead. His face was haggard and listless, and every wrinkle on his face was twisted together in pain as if by a knife, creating an extremely painful expression.

After hearing Dominic's assurance, Sevatar was temporarily relieved. Apart from anything else, the stubbornness and credibility of the Son of Dorn were still worthy of recognition.

As long as they promise you, they will fulfill their promise even if it means death.

Thirty seconds later, the Imperial Fists' reinforcements arrived at the cabin of the Granted Destiny.

Hundreds of Imperial Fists surged in like a golden ocean, all equipped with powerful melta weapons and plasma weapons, as well as power hammers that could inflict the most effective blows on adamantium armor.

They clearly believed that three of their battle brothers were already dead, and they intended to kill these damned traitors with absolute firepower.

But Sergeant Wilder Dominic stepped forward and stopped his battle brothers from killing the traitor.

"Stop it, Doros!"

The Imperial Fists looked at Dominic standing next to Sevatar in astonishment, not understanding why their brother was speaking for the enemy. That man was clearly Sevatar of the Midnight Lords.

"Listen to me, Sevatar and the others have a special mission and task. We can't kill them here, at least not before they reveal the information."

Sergeant Dominic used his body to block the guns of his fighting brothers, protected Sevata behind him, and spoke word by word.

The Imperial Fists were clearly stunned as they struggled to digest this puzzling fact.

After some assurances and negotiations, Sevatar and the others were locked up in special adamantine shackles, strung together and escorted to the Imperial Fists' warship.

As agreed, they will be brought before Roshi for questioning to determine whether it is true or a lie.

Jeremiah, who had been hiding in the corner, finally stood up. He didn't understand why these Astartes stopped fighting, but he was happy that his ship was not seriously damaged.

This is his entire fortune, and the great mission of reviving the Blitz family lies on his shoulders.

"You will continue to be isolated and monitored, citizens of the Empire. It is clear that you have collaborated with traitors." The prosecutor's words made Jeremiah's face fall, but he did not have the courage to resist the investigation.

"Emperor, your loyal people have finally settled down. Please bless me with all the best." Jeremiah murmured.

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On the other side, Luo Xi heard the news of Sevatar's arrival from his stone man assistant Angie. He immediately slapped his thigh with his right hand, realizing that the time had come.

"Have the Imperial Fists bring Sevatar here quickly. We don't have a second to waste. Every extra second of preparation will increase the success rate by 10%."

"Notify all the Primarchs that it is time for them to contribute. Now, except for Horus's arrival at the Terra Palace, nothing else can take precedence over this matter. Quick!"

Roche's old acquaintance Pollax took Sevatar and others to Ganymede. Compared with other sons of Dorn, this captain of the Imperial Fist who had worked with Roche had greater confidence in this matter.

Because that was Roche, the great wise man who had created miracles countless times. Even if he said that Horus would come to surrender to Polux tomorrow, he would believe it 100%.

Unconsciously, these Astartes who had stayed in Macragge had a great sense of identification with Roche, including Pollax, Gantura of the White Scars, and Faffnir of the Wild Wolves.

(End of this chapter)