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

Chapter 572 Gathering in Ullanor (Seeking to follow)
"Interesting, really interesting. The Primarch was completely defeated by the Captain of the Legion. Who else could it be except Mortarion?"

"I hope that our Lord of Death can find redemption in the realm of the true God of Life and Decay."

In a secret cabin of the Trisaac's Prayer, Erebus, who was known as the Hand of Fate, suddenly heard something very interesting from the whispers of chaos in his ears.

Whispers from the Warp are one of the signs of Chaos corruption. When an individual often feels that he can hear something talking to him, it means that some entity has set its sights on him.

But Erebus is different. No matter how many whispers there are in the Warp, they have no effect on him, because his "purity" is even greater than that from Chaos corruption.

Pollution spreads from areas of high concentration to lower areas, and the same is true for subspace pollution.

He is corruption itself. Even a Chaos Demon might lament that his purity is too low upon seeing him.

If people like Kor Phaeron, Caras Typhon, and Marlohurst chose to embrace the Warp after experiencing many things, then Erebus never fell.

Because he has been at the bottom of the abyss since his birth, how can he even talk about the concept of depravity?

He was the culprit behind the fall of the Word Bearers and Lorgar, the driving force behind Horus' corruption by the Four Gods, and even if he only indirectly influenced Kharas Typhon, he also delivered a pre-destined Primarch to the Chaos God Nurgle.

His existence may really be like his title "Hand of Fate", driving the turning points in the fate of many Primarchs. Even more extendedly, the dream of the Emperor's revival was slowly shattered by him.

"Karas Typhon has taken Mortarion to the Garden of Nurgle. This way, we have a more powerful Death Guard."

There was no respect for the Primarch in Erebus's words. He was completely treating him as a chess piece. As long as it could enhance his own strength, then what did it matter to him even if Mortarion was miserable?

The huge hull of the Trinitarian Prayer trembled regularly. It was blessed by the Warp. When it sailed in the Warp, the ether currents could always turn into the most favorable direction.

"We are about to reach Ullanor, the destined place of the Warmaster, and a destined drama is about to begin." Erebas said, clapping his hands lightly. He had spent a lot of effort, and on this day he would finally reap the rewards.

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Ullanor was once the capital of the Galactic Empire of the Ork Emperor Urak Ugr. It was on this planet that the Great Crusade led by the Human Emperor reached its true peak.

After the victory of the war, Horus was promoted to the position of warmaster based on his great achievements.

Although the planet had been burned into a glass ball by the Mechanicus's cleanup forces, and all the land that might hide Ork spores had been burned by promethium flamethrowers, there were still many remnants of Ork technology remaining on it.

It still exists and still has some mysterious symbolic meaning.

It is the site of the fall of an empire second only to that of humanity.

It was here that Horus had the most exciting moment of his life and achieved the highest glory. It was also here that he would gather all the forces willing to be loyal to him and to the Most High and launch the final attack on Terra.

The Ullanor system has been completely affected by the waves of the Warp. In the chaos, Chaos legions arrived here from all directions.

The first to arrive was the Iron Blood. Fricks, the city-breaker who had fled in the Battle of Betagarmon, welcomed back his genetic father, and Perturabo successfully "persuaded" Angron, who was wandering around the wreckage of Nuceria, to come back.

Of course, the Lord of the World Eaters, who was so irritable that he wouldn't listen at all, was beaten to a pulp by Perturabo's iron ring robots' saturation fire bombardment. He finally calmed down and regained consciousness under the education of the physical iron fist. This trivial matter can be ignored.

The Daemon Prince of Khorne is not completely immune to heavy firepower bombardment. As long as the firepower is strong enough, even a Chaos Daemon will have to kneel down and calm down.

At that moment, Angron, having barely regained consciousness, lay crouched atop the Iron Blood's outer bridge. His terrifying muscles bulged, as impenetrable as a brass fortress. Perturabo's situation was similar to Mortarion's. Although he opposed the Imperium and sought to overthrow the Emperor, he remained extremely vigilant against the corruption of the Warp.

Angron is already the Daemon Prince of Khorne. He is a walking source of pollution. Even those warriors who have betrayed the Empire may not be able to stick to their original intentions when they see him.

The Lord of the World Eaters lay on the outer edge of the Iron Blood in a somewhat embarrassed manner, the violent winds of the Warp blowing his huge flesh wings, and a large number of Khorne demons spread their wings and circled around him, paying tribute to the new champion of the Blood God.

When the battleship crossed the barrier of the curtain and returned to the real universe, Angron shouted excitedly, then he spread his flesh wings, flapped away from the Iron Blood, and landed directly on the surface of Ullanor.

He swung his giant axe and roared furiously towards the sky. The Butcher's Nails flashed in his mind, stimulating him to generate more anger and murderous intent.

The Iron Lord looked at Angron, who was like a wild beast, with a little contempt. He used to be a Primarch brother, but not now. He was just a bloodthirsty beast under the command of the Blood God.

He searched for information about the Fifteenth Legion on the auspex and scanning array. Fricks had told him everything, and he knew all about the Thousand Sons Legion's betrayal of the Iron Warriors.

Perturabo's already rigid expression became even gloomier. A large number of brain-computer interface cables were connected directly from his scalp to the fine Terminator armor he had built himself, while groups of iron ring robots made uniform movements under his conscious control.

He has replaced his own Primarch's guards with these reliable iron-ring robots. They have disappointed him time and time again. During the Battle of Fal, they were killed in front of him by the Sons of Dorn. Perturabo has lost his trust and patience.

A large number of transport ships and gunboats emerged from the Iron Blood. The damage sustained by the battleship has not yet been completely repaired, but it can still be used barely.

Another subspace rift opened, and the huge figure of the Trinitarian appeared next to the Iron Blood.

This battleship looked nearly half the size of the Iron Blood, and the Great Speaker could no longer contain his excitement.

"That's it, the taste of ambition, it really fascinates me." Beside him, the Fallen Phoenix spread out its four arms, its long white hair falling from the back of its head to its waist, and he exhaled in intoxication.

"Ullanor, the place of Horus' glory, has now become his rallying point for betraying the Empire. How ridiculous."

A large number of the Emperor's Sons gathered around him. Their formations were loose, their paint jobs were extremely gaudy and bright, and they emitted a strong, almost suffocating fragrance. Others had tubes stuck all over their bodies, and held huge sonic weapons in their hands. The hideous gun barrels exuded a terrifying aura.

The Great Bearer descended upon the surface of Ullanor along with a teleportation beam, leaving a huge burning mark of a Chaos Octagram on the spot.

Gray raindrops fell from the sky and slid down Lorgar's crimson armor. A large number of Word Bearers warriors followed behind him. Erebus, Rajak, and Angerte kept their distance and took positions behind the Primarch.

This land that has experienced brutal war has long been shattered, and a large number of Chaos rebels have descended here to replenish supplies and rest.

Dark orange fuel barrels were scattered on the ground, and a large number of damaged war vehicles were parked on various platforms that were urgently expanded.

The towering reviewing stand was made of white marble, with sculptures of the primarchs who followed Horus arranged in order on top.

Fulgrim followed Lorgar, but was unable to stray too far away due to the constraints of his true name. He was now unwillingly wriggling his snake tail, his enchanting scales sliding across the puddles of rainwater on the ground.

Perturabo came from the other side with the irritable Angron, while the master of this gathering, the great Warmaster Horus, was already high above the reviewing stand, looking down at everyone.

In addition to Alpharius who had been declared dead, Magnus the Scarlet King and Mortarion the Pale King were not yet present.

They did not send any explanation, which inevitably added a veil of shadow to this grand gathering ceremony.

(End of this chapter)