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

Chapter 548: The Imperial Palace? Nothing special (Please follow up)
Strong winds rushed into the cabin through the open door of the Thunderhawk gunboat, violently beating the exposed skin of the crew. The dry and thin air was enough to suffocate mortals.

However, for the ten Midnight Lords in the cabin, such an environment could only make them feel extremely comfortable and cool.

Sevatar anchored himself to the deck of the cabin with the magnetic lock of his power boots, with half of his body sticking out of the cabin door.

His blue-purple power armor, similar to the Nostramo Night Armor, glowed faintly and outlined lightning patterns, which was the sign of the energy shield operating.

His exquisite and elegant oily slicked-back hair did not move at all in the strong wind. His eyes, which were pierced by scars, narrowed slightly, and he saw with incredible vision the huge golden building complex covering half of the Eurasian continent under the clouds.

That is the heart of humanity, the Palace of Terra, and the seat of the Lord of Mankind.

Even the Prince of Crows' great heart was beating faster for what he was about to do, pumping more blood into his brain.

"Prepare for orbital landing. We are going to do something that countless people dare not even dream of."

Sevatar put on the blood-red bat-wing helmet fixed on the magnetic lock on his waist, held his fine power halberd in his right hand, and jumped into the endless sea of ​​clouds without hesitation.

"Go infiltrate the palace!"

The veterans of the Black Armor Guard followed closely behind, following the Prince of Crows in a tight, hidden formation.

After passing through the empty stratosphere, the Night Lords pierced into the convective clouds filled with toxic exhaust gas and dust like a sharp knife.

The acidic rain adhered to their power armor, but was stripped away cleanly by the strong wind.

Sevatar's speed was getting faster and faster. He locked his target through the scarlet eyepiece and used the jet pack on his back to make small angle adjustments to correct his flight trajectory.

The Terra Palace, the seat of humanity's highest power, has never been successfully infiltrated by any Space Marine, or rather, in the past almost no Space Marine would have such an extremely dangerous and blasphemous idea.

They are the Emperor's superhuman warriors, born to be loyal to the Master of Mankind and the Primarch, and never come to the Imperial Palace on Terra unless summoned by the Emperor.

Under the pull of Terra's gravity, Sevatar's speed became faster and faster. The power armor behind him folded and transformed into a tail like a bat wing, deftly gaining lift from the air.

They were rapidly approaching the ground and could even see the Aegis defense system appearing and disappearing above the endless palace building.

Luo Xi told them that this [Aegis] defense system could even withstand orbital bombardment at the level of a main fleet without being affected at all. It was the ultimate insurance measure that was considered when the palace was first designed to deal with the day of extinction.

“When an indestructible fortress is born, its ultimate fate is to face a day of destruction.”

As Prince of Crows traveled through the atmosphere, the image of the astropath Atani, with whom he had psychic communication every day when he was imprisoned on the Indomitable Truth, suddenly emerged in his mind.

He even mistook the other party for the voice of the undead that he often heard in his previous mortal days, and confessed his crimes and faults, something the proud Prince of Crows had never done before.

At this exciting moment of orbital landing, Sevatar emptied his mind and couldn't help but think of Atani.

I remembered the tacit understanding between the two of them, one person talking quietly and the other listening quietly.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to tell the other party about the great feat he was doing, something no Astartes had ever done before.

+Collision Warning+
+10 km, impact preparation+
+5 km, impact preparation+
+2 km, impact preparation+
The Thinker computer of the power armor was issuing an early warning, and Sevatar could clearly see the warning characters jumping on the helmet display.

He rejected the suggestion of turning on the reverse thrust engine of the power armor, and led his team of black armor guards to stubbornly charge towards the flickering illusory defense line of [Aegis].

He chose to believe the intelligence Roche had given him: the path ahead was open, the defenses had left a gap for them. The orbital airborne Night Lords whizzed through the air, plunging into the depths of Aegis. Sevatar's hair stood on end within his power armor; he could sense the danger of this defense system.

However, an invisible wave swept past, and they still passed the defense line safely, and were directly turned into cannon fodder by the power that was not stimulated.

The incomparable sense of excitement prompted the Astartes to secrete adrenaline. Their brains became clearer and more rational, and they adjusted their trajectories to reach the target area.

The power armor's engine released a powerful reverse thrust, allowing them to land safely before being smashed into meat patties.

"This equipment... is really useful." Sevatar thought to himself, then covered his tracks and activated the stealth coating on his body.

There was a flicker of creeping light, and the Night Lords disappeared.

The Night Lords sneaked into the pipes of the palace. This extremely ancient and huge building complex is located in countless unknown areas, and even their builders may have forgotten it long ago.

A complex three-dimensional network of pipes appeared on the screens of their tactical helmets, and even Astartes' memory could hardly record it in its entirety.

Just as Sevatar and others sneaked into the palace pipe, a royal guard guarding the door slowly withdrew his invisibility posture and appeared here like an oil painting.

He held the guard spear in his hand and used reason to control himself from cutting those bandits into pieces.

"They went in and let their guard down."

Sevatar's team knew nothing about this. They moved through the dark pipe network like rats, and from time to time they had to use the plasma cutters they carried to break through obstacles blocking their way.

"The Imperial Palace? It's nothing more than that."

The Night Lords went deep into the underground of the palace as if they were taking a spring outing. After they passed by, the Imperial Guards slowly emerged from the darkness in almost every corner.

They looked at these reckless invaders in silence. If it weren't for Marshal Valdan's order, they would have been wiped out even if their number had increased tenfold.

"Didn't they realize that there were antimatter bombs where they stepped? They passed through three hot-melt pipe networks and four high-energy laser corridors. As long as I didn't shut down the defense system, these dirty traitors would be cut into countless finger-sized pieces."

No one knew how many lines of defense and traps the Imperial Guards had added to the palace during the long bloody game. Every time they found a loophole, they would use ten times the redundancy to repair it.

These were the defense lines designed by the Imperial Guards with countless efforts, but now that invaders have finally arrived, they have to shut them down to allow those thieves to break in.

It hurts, it hurts too much!
Diocletian could only allow them to go deep into the basement of the palace, while at the same time he had to guard against them being bold enough to release the things imprisoned in the Shadow Prison. If one of them escaped, it could have a devastating impact on the human empire.

Sevatar vaguely felt that there seemed to be something following them from behind, but neither the auspicious device of the power armor nor their naked eyes could detect anything.

His psychic prophetic ability fell into silence after entering the palace, as if there was an invisible magic-banning atmosphere covering the place, suppressing the power of all psychics.

They entered a prison shrouded in deep darkness. Only above the doors of each cell were ancient numbers illuminated by burning candles.

"These cells hold..."

Sevatar passed by four adjacent rooms. He faintly sensed the aura of four powerful Chaos Gods. The demons corresponding to the four Chaos Gods were actually imprisoned here!
"Mad men, the Imperial Guards are all crazy, why would they imprison these things on the human home planet?"

Sevatar just felt that compared to these people, they were not crazy enough. If even one big demon escaped, half of the people on Terra would probably die.

(End of this chapter)