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

Chapter 580 The End of Ullanor
"It is all over. Horus has secured the throne that is his."

"It is exactly the same as the result I calculated. Luo Jia has failed completely."

Although Perturabo was not present at the scene of the coup betrayal, it does not mean that he could not see what happened there.

A large number of drone bees were hovering in the sky. These little creatures, built by the Lord of Iron himself, had extremely strong reconnaissance capabilities and stealth maneuverability. They were also the new war wisdom that Perturabo had learned in the war of attrition with the Ultramarines.

Perturabo has always been one of the Primarchs who is best at learning and improving technology. The only ones who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him are the former Iron Hand Ferrus Malus and the Fire Dragon Lord Vulkan.

However, in comparison, Vulkan is better at forging and tempering artifacts with special effects, while Ferrus is better at creating mechanical creations with extremely high technological content.

His mechanical backpack used for war was integrated with a large number of dangerous weapons. If he had brought it with him when he fought with Fulgrim, perhaps the outcome would have been completely different.

Perturabo is more like a combination of the two brothers. He is best at large-scale industrialized advanced war weapons to arm his legion or iron ring robots.

"Connect me to Horus's communication so that I can coordinate the deployment of personnel and materials across the planet and in orbit."

"Time, we need time, there is no time to waste."

The data cables on Perturabo's skull, each with its own purpose, were getting slightly hot, and only the Lord of Iron himself knew it. When he said this, the images of the Smurfs who were filling the mountains and seas appeared in his mind.

The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched helplessly, and he felt speechless and dissatisfied about this.

"It's all my descendants' fault. They are so incompetent."

"If it were the sons of Guilliman, it would be much better. They have never let my brother down."

"My lord, the Warmaster has granted your wish and has asked you to mobilize the entire military forces of Ullanor." City Breaker Fricks said respectfully. He was originally worried that the defeat in the Battle of Betagarmon would make the Father of Genes furious.

But it was obvious that Perturabo no longer cared about his sons and was too lazy to say a word even after they were defeated.

Perturabo simply replied with an "Oh", and then inspected the damage to the Iron Blood with great pain.

This made the Iron Warriors who were standing nearby and whose way was blocked by the iron ring robots even more devastated.

This is the true example of valuing things over people.

Perturabo connected his consciousness to the temporarily formed Ullanor mind space, and countless warships from various legions had filled the low-Earth orbit.

Various warships with terrifying decorations and different paint schemes were crowded together, even threatening and intimidating each other.

But they all have one thing in common: they all responded to the call of the war commander and came to overthrow the false emperor.

Perturabo also has a multi-threaded mind similar to Guilliman's, which allows him to solve problems with the efficiency of a supercomputer.

He skillfully classified and reorganized the different warships, while deploying transport ships for material supplies, and reorganized them into a more combat-effective fleet based on combat effectiveness assessments.

All the data are calculated in the brain of the Lord of Iron and form a practical and efficient plan. The flow and transformation of this data is so beautiful and harmonious, like a piece of music that goes straight to the depths of the heart, and Perturabo is the most experienced tuner.

“War was never what I wanted. At first I just wanted to be a builder, an artist, an inventor.”

"What can I do? What can I do? Father, you are always more partial to Dorne. How am I inferior to him?"

"Why should he always be the love of your heart, while I can only bleed to death in the dark and damp trenches with my children?"

As Perturabo operated, the venomous snakes of pain and hatred from the civil war bit at his flesh.

Various aircraft were flying in the atmosphere, airdropping the troops on the warships to the surface of Ullanor. A large number of legions gathered under the warmaster, like a silent ocean releasing a murderous aura.

As the saying goes, dark clouds bear down on the city, threatening to crumble, while armor gleams like golden scales in the sun. Hundreds of thousands of Astartes gathered there, an aura enough to terrify a sane mortal to death. More war vehicles, commanded by the Dark Mechanicus, arrived on the scene, mixed with the demonic engines of Vashtor, Lord of the Soul Forge. These ferocious machines required the souls and flesh of human slaves to function, devouring everything with an insatiable hunger.

Under the control of the Lord of Iron, many Astartes even took on the role of construction workers.

They repaired the squares and avenues left behind when the Emperor reviewed the army more than a decade ago, working day and night to turn Ullanor into a glorious place again.

The nine traitorous Legions Astartes formed up in formation, with their Primarchs standing beside Horus.

Perturabo, Fulgrim, Angron, and the mysterious Lord of Hydra.

Perturabo was displeased that Mortarion had been absent from this momentous event for unknown reasons.

However, Perturabo felt much happier when he thought that he would not be able to see the Barbarus man with the foul smell of poison.

Anyway, Horus didn't say anything, so there was no need for me to make trouble.

The Night Lords' distinctive blue-purple lightning-patterned flags were even fewer in number, with less than a thousand Astartes arriving in Ullanor, and the Primarch Konrad Curze nowhere to be seen.

Even the warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion were more numerous than them. Azak Ahriman led these psychic wizards to accept the inspection of the Warmaster and be driven by him.

When Horus raised his hammer, everyone fell silent.

"Kill the false emperor!"

A thunder-like roar echoed between heaven and earth, even causing the dark and dense clouds in the sky to ripple and break. The invisible force of the storm tore apart the black clouds, revealing the dazzling light from the stars.

In an instant, the bright sunlight shone on Horus's armor, slowly illuminating his Primarch brothers.

At this moment, the Astartes and mortal legions gathered off the field all shouted the name of the Warmaster in unison. They praised the gods and sang the praises of Horus' great cause, which would surely liberate mankind.

The era of the Emperor has passed, Horus is rising like a new sun, and they are all awakened ones following behind the sun.

Abaddon ignored those troublesome problems and was the first to raise the flag of the Sons of Horus Legion.

Once it belonged to Marlowhurst, but now, this flag is raised high, reflecting the sun's brilliance and releasing a thrilling great power.

Horus raised the Power Claw and the World Breaker, bringing the emotions to another climax.

Of all the mortal slaves imprisoned in the rebel cages, one-tenth of the best ones were selected and sent to the reviewing stand. This number may have exceeded a terrifying figure of 100 million.

Amidst their terror and screams, they were slaughtered one by one by the terrifying rebels, and then their bodies were impaled on spikes.

Blood flowed like a river, and an endless bloody smell rose into the sky, seeming to dye the galaxy.

Then the fires of the Warp burned upon their remains, reducing everything to ash and dust. The gods were pleased with the grand ceremony, and they would bless Horus's legions and bless them to victory over the damned.

With a new master, the dark apostle Layak respectfully saluted Horus to make sure that the gods had received the soul sacrifices.

Horus finally revealed a satisfied smile, everything was ready.

"Next stop."

"Tyra."

All the rebels re-boarded the transport ships and warships. They would rush to the end of their destiny to support and advocate Horus to achieve the greatest glory and victory.

(End of this chapter)