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

Chapter 591 The So-called Enlightenment (Seeking Follow-up)
Sigismund is the supreme commander of the Pluto Defense Zone. He has the authority to mobilize all troops and war materials within the defense zone, including Astartes companies, mortal auxiliary forces and naval warships.

He is like a flag. Everyone who can see the tall and majestic figure of the Black Knight and the black sword in his hand will feel infinite power in their hearts.

As one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade and the commander appointed by Dorne himself, the Black Knight has extremely high prestige in the eyes of everyone. His every move can affect the morale of hundreds of millions of troops in the defense zone.

And at this moment, facing the sudden outbreak of space war, he still kept his composure and ignored the warships and star fortresses that were constantly being destroyed on the holographic projection with a cold and ruthless attitude.

"Connect me to the communication channels of various battlefields."

The Black Knight turned and said to the Mechanical Priest beside him that this mechanic was not wearing the big red robe with the Martian logo, but was wearing the clothing of the Advanced Technology Community of Ganymede.

Sigismund was not very sensitive to politics, but he also felt that these mechanical priests from Ganymede were obviously much easier to talk to than those guys from Mars.

Because of his previous "rescue" operation on Mars, many members of the Mechanicus secretly hated him, believing that Sigismund was simply taking advantage of the situation.

All the blame for the unethical decisions made by the imperial high-ranking officials was put on Sigismund.

"Yes, my lord."

The mechanical priest immediately operated the complex system to ensure that all imperial soldiers and warships in the Pluto defense zone could hear the voice of the supreme commander.

He cleared his throat instinctively, and his sensitive hearing could even detect his own overly enthusiastic heartbeat.

The Black Knight's heart suddenly calmed down, and in just a breath, he completed the state change.

He was no longer the Astartes named Sigismund, but the supreme commander of the Pluto Defense Zone and the spiritual benchmark for everyone.

The Imperial Fist Guards around him suddenly felt that Sigismund had changed. His breathing and the rhythm of his emotions were gone. Even though they could see the Black Knight's back with their naked eyes, he did not feel like a living human being to them.

Cold, empty, and callous.

Dorn's words still echoed in the Black Knight's ears, but he no longer felt the pain of being abandoned by his father. He released himself from the restraints and confinements.

During this long period of time, he has been reflecting on his own behavior and why he listened to the prophetic advice of the narrator named Euphrates Keele.

He instinctively felt that he still had a more important mission to complete and must not waste his life in vain.

But that mission may not come from Dorne, but from the Emperor.

At least, that was what Euphrates Keeler said, and she warned him to preserve his life until the moment came when he should risk his own life.

All the compromises, retreats, doubts and reflections in his heart had vanished, and Sigismund seemed to have returned to the same steadfast feeling he had during the Great Crusade.

No, even worse than that time. At that time, he could perhaps be considered focused, but he still had too many distracting thoughts.

He still craves for victory and honor. He is recognized as one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade. Sigismund may have no interest in material enjoyment like an ascetic monk, but his spiritual pursuit is still very passionate.

He enjoyed his progress in swordplay and combat, and he reveled in defeating powerful enemies: the Night Lords, the White Scars, the Emperor's Children...

He was immersed in the pure joy of martial arts every minute and every second. His skills became perfect and perfect. In his eyes, there was only pure fighting, fighting, and fighting.

But after the Great Rebellion, Sigismund's simple belief collapsed, and what he relied on proved to be illusory and weak.

The Black Knight was in pain, but at this moment, his selfless state seemed to be surging more violently than ever before.

When the communication channel was connected, everyone listened to the Black Knight's words. Amidst the fierce artillery fire and the despair of near death, they waited for Sigismund to speak.

The Son of Dorne drew out his black sword, and the dull sword burst into a dazzling beam of energy. He had only one thing to say to everyone.

"For the Emperor! For humanity!"

There was no complicated or fancy declaration, only this one sentence was what the Black Knight told everyone.

But just these simple words gave everyone the courage to fight to the death.

Behind them is the Emperor and the sacred homeland of mankind. They have no way back.

The plasma fire gradually tore through the universe. The white flames devoured the giant metal ships, turning them into wreckage of metal and lightning.

The burning wreckage of the battleship was falling under the pull of Pluto's gravity, but along with it came more orbital drop capsules from the rebels.

Sigismund recognized the origin of the drop pods; they belonged to the Sons of Horus.

What the rebels want is to capture Pluto and Neptune intact, so that they can get the long-awaited springboard and use it as a breakthrough point to continuously transport troops.

The best way to take over a planet intact is the classic tactic of the Astartes Legion - orbital airdrop and beheading the enemy leaders.

Come on, take off my head and let me see if you are qualified.

Sigismund tied his greatsword to his wrist with a heavy chain. This was a glorious tradition from the World Eaters Legion. The Black Knights spent more time in the gladiatorial cage of the Twelve Legions than in their own legion.

When everyone saw their commander showing this attitude, they understood his will.

"It looks like our Black Knights are going to have a hearty massacre." said Favrne Lane.

"It has always been like this, but it won't be so easy this time, brothers." said Perius, the Black Knight's adjutant.

They held huge storm shields in one hand and double-edged power axes or power swords in the other, and followed behind Sigismund.

There were not many Imperial Fists defenders on Pluto, at least compared to the rebels who were airborne, they were at a great disadvantage in terms of numbers.

The Black Knights did not hesitate to throw themselves and their guards into the battlefield. They had to stop the enemy Astartes from destroying the planet's defense facilities.

Today, Pluto is protected by a void shield. Once the plasma reactor of the void shield fails, the enemy's artillery fire will accurately kill all resistance.

Sigismund and his battle-brothers rode Stormbirds and Thunderhawk gunships to the battlefield. Flocks of aircraft turned into a dark cloud, and higher in the sky, the tail flames left by the orbital drop pods that cut through the atmosphere were clearly visible.

The galaxy is burning, macro cannons and melta torpedoes from both sides are flying everywhere, and a large number of warship wreckages exploded and fell into the gravitational field of the planet.

"The traitors were scared, they went mad, and launched an orbital drop without completely overpowering our ships and orbital defenses."

"Their casualties are rising rapidly. These traitors want to take over our planet as quickly as possible."

The Imperial Fists were even in a mood to chat and laugh with each other, mocking the traitors' cowardice.

The position can be taken, but it will cost the enemy ten times the blood.

(End of this chapter)