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

Chapter 594 Black Knight VS Little Horus (Seeking to follow)

In fact, Eichmand didn't even need to focus on finding where his opponent was.

Just look at the display screen of your tactical helmet. Where the Sons of Horus are being defeated is the direction of Sigismund.

As ridiculous as it sounds, it is indeed the truth.

Especially after being equipped with the Star-type power armor made of strong interaction force materials, the Imperial Fists' defense capabilities against long-range weapons such as bombs increased sharply. Except for weapons with attached demonic psionic energy, it is almost difficult to break through the defense of the loyalists.

And using weapons possessed by demons to fight the Black Knight in close combat is even more of a fantasy.

No matter whether they are rookie recruits or veterans who once followed the Wolf God to conquer the galaxy, facing Sigismund, they are all just a sword. In his eyes, there is no difference.

He was like a bloodless and tearless killing machine, reaping the fruit called life.

They were both Astartes, but when the Sons of Horus and the Black Knight met, the gap between them was even greater than that between an Astartes and a mortal.

Eichmand rushed towards the Black Knight under the protection of his guards. The Gastling Terminators unleashed extremely powerful firepower. The bombs blessed by the demonic souls exploded among Sigismund's battle brothers, distorting the physical properties of the adamantine armor and shattering the flesh inside.

The powerful body created by the Emperor's genes is only slightly better than that of a mortal when hit by explosive bombs.

The skin was torn off instantly, revealing the black shell underneath. The flesh, tendons and white ceramic bones mixed together effectively absorbed the deadly kinetic energy and ultra-high temperature of the bomb, and at the cost of its own shattering, stopped the bullet from going deeper into the body.

The bodies of the Imperial Fists were left with huge charred holes, but no blood flowed out because their blood vessels had long been burned closed by the high temperature. Some of them could even see the space behind them through their bodies.

Sigismund's comrades fell one after another, seriously injured. This battle mode seemed to have returned to the old days when everyone was still equipped with old-fashioned ceramic steel armor.

The number of the Sons of Horus is far greater than that of the Imperial Fists. Dorn scattered his descendants throughout the solar system's defenses, while the rebels were able to gather their forces together and strike hard.

This is a natural disadvantage of the defense over the offense.

Sigismund remained calm and was not disturbed by these situations at all.

Little Horus wanted to behead the Black Knight and defeat Pluto's defense cleanly and efficiently, but the Black Knight thought the same thing.

He swiftly killed the Gastling Terminator that stood in front of him, and then rushed towards Eichmand at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

He could hardly feel the speed of his own heartbeat, and his consciousness entered a strange overclocked state. The blade of the black sword in his hand rotated, and his honed skills enabled him to bring all enemies into the attack range in an instant.

Weapons collided with each other, causing dazzling sparks and crisp slashing sounds. However, when the black sword's decomposition field passed by, all the enemy's weapons were cut off, and even the explosive bullets flying towards him could not escape the trajectory of the blade.

No one understands how Sigismund did it. Perhaps his swordsmanship has surpassed the scope of "art" and become some kind of magical "Tao".

The iron halo on the back of his neck didn't even activate once, and those powerful bombs were cut into pieces by the sword blade storm.

As the black knight approached step by step, the confidence in little Horus' heart also collapsed step by step.

This was completely different from what he had imagined.

Only when one truly faces Sigismund can one feel the suffocating feeling of oppression, even a strong man like Eichmand is no exception.

The most well-known thing about this member of the Shadow Moon Council is his appearance that resembles Horus. Apart from that, he is not as strong and famous as Abaddon, nor as charismatic and omnipotent as Sejanus. Even Tarik Torgaddon, who died at his hands, was more humorous than him.

He tried his best to prove that he had more than just a look similar to his father, and that in other aspects, he was also the best among the Sons of Horus.

The appearance of little Horus was very eye-catching. Under his red crest he wore a roaring bronze mask. The silver half-moon Eye of Horus was imprinted on the huge shoulder armor, as if it could see through the souls of others.

He risked everything he had and challenged Sigismund.

The Black Knight responded to him, and he felt that his heart had broken free from the shackles of his body and entered a state of infinite freedom. His hand holding the sword became infinitely light, and even the heavy chain wrapped around his wrist seemed nothing.

However, the difference is that little Horus only has Sigismund in his eyes, while Sigismund's eyes contain many things.

The rebels didn't value the glory of single combat. Several Gastling Terminators advanced, attacking the Black Knight from every angle with their deadly weapons. The greatest threat was Eichmander. After the brief exchange, he had already given up on challenging the other. He had to admit that a one-on-one duel would have been a gruesome end for him.

He is worthy of being called the Black Knight. Killing him is the best tribute to him.

Sigismund had already made up his mind in his heart, even if he was surrounded by many enemies, even if he died today.

His sword was like a startled dragon, tearing into pieces a powerful warrior holding a chainsaw axe. The energy field of the blade pierced into the chest cavity, and the runaway energy evaporated the internal organs and bones, turning the enemy into a hollow corpse.

Then the black sword continued to move forward, piercing directly through the power backpack of the Son of Horus and smashing the entire head of the warrior behind.

His movements were faster than bombs, but death was always one step slower than him. With a fierce elbow strike, Sigismund smashed the face of the enemy who tried to attack from behind, and instantly the flesh and bones were separated and turned into a ball of meat paste.

However, the Son of Horus's dying resistance still injured Sigismund. His strength was rapidly declining, and a bomb hit his shoulder armor. Although it was bounced off by the curved armor, the huge force still made his arm numb.

"Die, traitor!"

The Black Knight roared loudly, and his heavy breathing could be vaguely heard.

Eichmand instinctively stopped and let his guards charge first. He realized that this was a shameful escape and retreat, but he did it anyway.

Another enemy hit the Black Knight's side from behind at the cost of his death. Feeling a sharp pain, he swung his sword backwards, cutting the enemy in half from under his crotch.

Sigismund felt that his condition was not as good as before. His arms were shaking slightly and a bloody smell with a rusty taste came from his mouth.

Little Horus was overjoyed. He had thrown aside all glory and rules. As long as he could kill the Black Knight, everything would be worth it.

He swung the massive power sword, striking the Black Knight with blow after blow, swinging faster and faster until he seemed to have overpowered the legendary warrior.

The heart pumped adrenaline-rich blood into the whole body. Eichmand was in peak condition, while Sigismund was already exhausted after the continuous killing.

His will might be as unyielding as a sword, but any flesh and blood body would tire, even a Primarch was no exception.

The power swords of both sides collided with each other, the decomposed positions bit each other, and countless electric lights and sparks splashed everywhere.

Little Horus' face was very close to the Black Knight's. He suddenly withdrew his sword and retracted his hand, causing the two weapons that were tightly clenched together to fall downwards.

Then, the Son of Horus concentrated all his strength on his head, trying to hit the opponent by surprise with a headbutt.

This guy is imitating Sevastopol, Sigismund suddenly realized.

He wanted to laugh.

But unfortunately, the same move didn't work on him a second time.

He shook his head, then dodged the powerful headbutt. He was not wearing a helmet, and if little Horus really succeeded, the fight would probably end immediately.

Sigismund twitched his black sword again, and the power was transmitted along his bones and muscles to the electronic muscle bundles. He let go of everything and completely liberated his fighting nature.

A dazzling sword light flashed, and Eichmand, who had originally had the advantage, suddenly had his right hand cut off. The huge sword was still in his palm, but now it had fallen to the ground due to gravity.

Sigismund swung his second sword and pierced the enemy's chest without any breathing space. The blade went straight through the flesh and came out from behind.

He intended to deal the enemy a final blow and give this damn traitor a decent end, but little Horus pressed the transmission device that had been ready and sent his body back to the battleship in orbit.

Before the blinding light faded away, the leader of the Sons of Horus had already disappeared without a trace.

No honor, no dignity, nothing like a strong warrior.

A mocking smile appeared on Sigismund's lips, and he looked at the remaining Sons of Horus like the god of death.

(End of this chapter)