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

Chapter 576 Win Win Win (Please follow up)
The Word Bearers, Emperor's Children and World Eaters Legions joined forces and stabbed the Sons of Horus in the back on the glorious star of Ullanor.

The betrayal came without warning, and by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late.

Countless elite veterans fell on the Avenue of Victory where the Emperor once reviewed them. They betrayed the Emperor, but today, they were also ruthlessly betrayed by their own allies.

Many times, betrayal is as continuous as dominoes. Those who betray will be betrayed by others, and this cycle will continue endlessly.

More legions chose to remain neutral and watch. They might have been extremely loyal to Horus in the past, but in the long and bitter war, their trust and admiration had long since degenerated into obedience and hatred.

If it weren't for the prestige accumulated by the Warmaster over the long years, the strength of the Legion as a support, and the vision of conquering Terra and overthrowing the Emperor, I am afraid that these rebels who gathered together would have dispersed long ago, and might even kill each other in order to snatch various supplies.

The rebels' lives were not as easy as imagined. Wherever they went, they were like a swarm of locusts, plundering all the resources and people they could take away, and then burning everything to ashes.

This strategic approach of exhausting all resources will certainly allow them to unleash extremely powerful war potential in a short period of time, but as long as the offensive momentum is curbed and suppressed, the accumulated contradictions and conflicts will instantly ignite the powder keg.

If it weren't for Vashtor, this troublemaker, the rebels would probably soon be out of weapons and ammunition, and would not have enough manpower to repair the damaged vehicles and machinery.

The Dark Mechanicus are really weak. They are very interested in playing with the Daemon Engine, but they are not even as good as those Mechanicus who are still loyal to the Empire in supporting the rebels.

"See that, Horus?"

"You have lost the support of the people. When I challenged you, there was no one to protect your throne."

"You are finished. Today is your end."

Lorgar swung his war hammer, and the fierce light released by the Illuminator caused black mist to rise above Horus' body. Since the Great Speaker had studied the original truth, he naturally knew how to deal with the existence of the warp.

His power attribute has a strong restraining effect on Horus at this moment.

Even if a Blood God's Great Demon were to fight against it, it would be completely exiled by the Great Speaker in his prime after just a few rounds.

But this was not a special effect brought about by the Emperor's divine power. It was purely because Luojia, based on his own understanding, skillfully and cleverly reversed the power of chaos, causing it to have the effect of canceling out and annihilating each other.

The Great Speaker was still the same, attacking his opponent with his mouth while fighting, trying to make Horus' psychological defenses loosen for a moment.

He had done the same to Guilliman in the beginning, and it worked every time.

"The gods must win, but you, as their co-choice, are a loser. You cannot give them victory!"

"Someone has to take your place, and that someone is me."

The three Primarchs Lorgar, Fulgrim and Angron came charging at him with hatred, while the Wolf God was blocking them with his Worldbreaker Hammer and the Claw of Horus.

There was no trace of anger on his face, and even his steps were as leisurely as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden, as if being surrounded and attacked by three of the most powerful Primarchs in the galaxy was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

The hammer in his hand danced gently, but he was able to block Angron's fatal blow just right. He didn't even show any expression of effort, and the terrifying power of the Khorne Demon Prince that was enough to split a mountain disappeared without a trace.

Angron was certainly not slacking off, in fact his Butcher's Nails would never allow him to do so.

The scarlet face of the Lord of Red Sand turned even redder, and the pair of devil wings that covered the sky and the sun almost left afterimages. Terrifying meridians burst out on his brass-like muscles and bones, and the surging sense of power almost dissipated.

In the past, Angron, who had not yet ascended to magic, could lift a Warhound-class Titan that wanted to crush him to death, but now, even an Emperor-class Titan would have no chance of crushing him to death.

The wrathful power from the realm of Khorne continuously strengthened him, but no matter how much anger and violence he accumulated, he always felt powerless when facing the hammer of Horus.

On the other side, when Fulgrim swung his poisoned blade and turned it into a blade storm, Horus fought back with his power claws. The five sharp claws jumped freely, perfectly breaking Fulgrim's superb swordsmanship.

Even if the Prince of Slaanesh's four arms and four sharp blades tried their best, they could not escape Horus's five-finger claw knife. It was equivalent to him distracting himself and using only one hand to deal with the Fallen Phoenix.

What's even more outrageous is that when the Wolf God was dealing with the two disobedient Demon Primarchs, his attention was not focused on them at all.

Horus was looking at Lorgar from beginning to end, and then the next second.

The Great Word Bearer felt himself soar, everything before him madly recoiled and twisted. Anguish spread through his chest, as if at least one of his hearts had been pounded to pieces. Without a single unnecessary skill or movement, the Warmaster crushed Lorgar Aurelion with a single blow. His power armor shattered like a Titan, crumbling and disintegrating with the impact.

He himself was knocked flying, and only stopped after he had pierced through the entire mountain of ruins.

Luo Jia fell into a trance of disbelief, he didn't understand.

Horus contemptuously grabbed his neck with his power claws and lifted him up in front of him.

If the Warmaster wanted to, the indestructible claw knife could cut Lorgar into pieces of fresh sashimi, but he didn't.

Perhaps it was because of brotherhood, or because of the overall situation, or because they were on the same side, he just grabbed Luojia's neck and let his blood flow like a fountain.

The Fallen Phoenix was stunned, and so was the angry Prince of Khorne.

Everything seemed to freeze in an instant, leaving only Luo Jia's blood dripping onto the ground, and then being diluted and spread by the pool of poisonous rainwater.

The scene was so quiet that one could almost hear the Primarch's powerful heartbeat. Lorgar tried to open his mouth to say something, but he could only see Horus' face, which was always shrouded in shadow.

That was definitely not his brother's face. It was filled with divine light, without a trace of human emotion.

An indescribable terrifying pressure spread out, and Fulgrim fiddled with his scimitar awkwardly, while Angron also became unusually honest.

As the demon prince of the Blood God, Angron was not stupid. He understood that the difference in power between the two could be described as a chasm.

For a moment, Fulgrim was even about to break the constraints of his real name, but he was stopped by the Dark Apostle.

Blood gushed out of his mouth. Fulgrim's resistance caused him extreme pain. Even the face hidden under the mask was shattered and disintegrated.

Lorgar turned his gaze to his dark apostle, desperately signaling him to control Fulgrim and Horus to fight to the death.

The Fallen Phoenix has not yet unleashed its full power and true form, just like how he beat Lorgar in the Six Rings of Slaanesh.

However, faced with the orders of his Primarch and Master, the Dark Apostle remained silent.

Then Rajak shook his head.

For a moment, everyone could hear the crackling sound of Lorgar's broken heart.

He wanted to roar and scold his son, but all he spat out was his own blood and broken organs. Even the one blow that Horus had held back had already left him severely injured and on the verge of death.

No! It shouldn't be like this!

Luojia's brain was in a mess, even the Primarch's thinking ability could not react. Why would three gene Primarchs be beaten like this when besieging one?

What puzzled him even more was why Rajak, who had always been loyal and followed him around, also refused his order.

what is this? !

Lorgar did not die so easily, his powerful physique was recovering rapidly, but the psychic power of Horus curbed this.

"No reason, father, because you are the loser."

Rajak came to Lorgar, who was being stepped on by Horus, and spoke word by word.

"In fact, I always thought you were a loser, and now you have proved it."

Then, the real name of Fulgrim that was lingering in his mind disappeared, and the Fallen Phoenix regained his freedom in ecstasy.

Only Luo Jia's pale face was left, reflecting the bitter fruit of failure.

(End of this chapter)