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

Chapter 595 Hello, my name is Adam (Please follow)
Even after a series of bloody battles, with severe physical depletion and several injuries on his body, Sigismund was no match for little Horus. The two fought before even three rounds, and the latter had to retreat and flee.

"When you come to face me after you have prepared to escape, you will never be able to defeat me."

"You lost more than just an arm. Your fighting spirit and faith were also completely shattered here."

"Aichmand, you disappoint me so much."

The Black Knight silently crossed out Eichmand's name in his mind.

If this Son of Horus really dared to let go of everything and gamble everything in a fight to the death, then in Sigismund's heart he would be on par with Sevatar, Akurduna and others.

His skills and strength may have reached an extremely high level. As the beloved son of the Wolf God, he has never lacked careful teaching and training from the Primarch.

But unfortunately, Eichmand is not a qualified warrior.

However, the Sons of Horus on the battlefield did not retreat. They still adhered to the orders given by their superiors and besieged Sigismund fearlessly.

Although Sigismund was strong, he could not withstand the simultaneous siege of hundreds or even thousands of people, but he was not alone.

His lieutenant Perius had come to support with the surviving Imperial Fists. The Sons of Dorne, holding huge bright yellow boarding shields, formed a neat formation to block the traitors who were pouring in like a tide.

"For Dorne!"

"The Imperial Fists stand!"

Perius raised his great sword and roared loudly.

The fiery war cry stirred up strong morale. Sigismund chopped down several enemies who wanted to sneak attack him, and retreated to the formation of his fighting brothers.

The Imperial Fists' shield wall was never a simple defense, but rather an extremely sophisticated defensive counterattack tactic. Between the dense storm shields, huge-caliber twin-mounted storm bolters were pouring out firepower through the reserved firing ports.

Large numbers of traitors fell like wheat before the powerful weapon, their armor shattered, revealing the disgusting flesh and blood underneath that began to twist and deform.

Countless flesh and blood tentacles entangled with each other, filling the huge holes left by the bombs in an incredible way, forcing these soldiers to return to the battlefield.

The Imperial Fists' shield walls were also enduring the blasphemous destruction brought by the Sons of Horus. The double axe emblems melted and charred under the power of psychic energy, storm shields were pierced from time to time, and the Astartes in the rear fell to the ground under the explosive bombs of the demon's curse.

The enemy's knight mechas and heavy tanks with heavy firepower were on their way. Huge bomb eggshells flowed down from the ammunition supply bays like water. These weapons blessed by Vashtor were mixed with plasma torrents, and the hot flames of the melta weapons tore through the Black Knight's comrades.

Under this level of firepower, the Imperial Fists were even evaporated and melted along with their armor, not even a complete and glorious body was left.

"We have to hold on. The rebel fleet is surrounding the Twin Gates in space, as well as those star fortresses that have lost their ability to resist."

The Black Knight finally found a little time to catch his breath and rest. The black sword in his hand was tightly bound by iron chains, and his body was covered with horrible burnt marks. The pungent smoke of the promethium fuel even blackened his smooth and plump head.

His loyal comrades Perius and Lane were also covered in wounds, the result of several counterattacks they launched.

They must maintain their defenses while keeping a close eye on the large-scale lethal methods that the enemy may use. If they simply hold on, they will likely be seized upon and killed.

Sigismund's eyes were blurred, the enemy's blood splattered on his head, and then slid down his handsome bald head to his eyes.

The injuries he suffered were recovering rapidly. The emergency medical system installed in the power armor had detected the situation and was carrying out targeted repair work.

Through the sky filled with flames and smoke, Pluto's thin atmosphere allows you to directly see a large number of rebel warships venturing across the battlefield.

Logically speaking, a warship would only break its own safety distance after completely destroying the orbital defense system and some special ground-based defense weapons.

But now they have not even eliminated the resistance of the planet, and have not completely captured those star fortresses, so they began to cross the battlefield, trying to form an encirclement from both inside and outside to swallow them up in one breath.

"They are so arrogant and have big appetites, but I'm afraid they don't have such a good stomach to digest it!"

"Then let them try." Lann said with a smile, his voice coming from the communication channel.

The flames of war burning on the surface released a large amount of heat. The high temperature heated the moisture on the surface, causing it to rise into the sky. The convection of cold and heat immediately created dark clouds.

Lightning is generated in the violent friction of the atmosphere, and from time to time it will produce extremely dazzling lightning that instantly illuminates the entire battlefield where fighting is taking place.

The Imperial Fists and the Sons of Horus fought each other, punch after punch, sword after sword drawing blood, both sides were competing in willpower and endurance.

Adjutant Perius took over Sigismund's position. Holding the giant sword, he directly chopped down a Gastling Terminator, and in the blink of an eye he pulled out his own giant sword and cut off the head with a stunning arc.

A flash of thunder echoed through the sky, illuminating the battlefield. A traitor's head flew into the air, a spurt of foul-smelling blood gushing from the carotid artery. Perius, like a god of war, his body drenched in the blood of his enemies, glowing crimson in the light of the thunderbolt.

In his left hand he also held a precision bolt pistol, and he fired with both hands at the same time, blowing off the head of an enemy who was about to launch a sneak attack.

Strong warriors like him and Lann were fully capable of dominating parts of the battlefield on their own without the appearance of a terrifying enemy like Sigismund.

"My lord, where are the Empire's reinforcements? The traitors' warships have completely entered the explosion range. We should also retreat."

Previously, Dorn's intention was to let the defenders on Pluto hold out against the enemy, attract the enemy's attention, and at the same time make the enemy misjudge that there were conflicts and problems within the empire, so that they could approach the Twin Gates with confidence.

But now they have managed to hold their ground, what about the reinforcements Dorne promised?
The sage Roshi should send a force to blow up the Twin Gates.

After launching a counterattack, Perius continued to retreat with his battle brothers. They tightened their shield line to better block the enemy's firepower coverage.

"Maybe we are really going to die here, brother." Lann laughed lowly.

"You want to die, then go ahead. I still have to keep killing Horus's bastard son. At least we killed several times more enemy troops, so it's not a loss anyway."

Sigismund tried to be as relaxed as possible, joking with his battle-brothers.

He suddenly looked up at the sky instinctively, as if something was coming.

At this moment, huge metal airdrop pods fell from the atmosphere. Unlike the airdrop pods used by Space Marines, these huge metal blocks that looked like obelisks fell to the ground without any deceleration.

In the midst of the lightning storm, metal obelisks fell from the sky, tearing apart the enemy's positions with a howling wind.

From time to time, the Sons of Horus were smashed into pieces by these metal obelisks that fell from the sky. They had no idea why these weird things would fall from the sky that they were supposed to control.

These metal obelisks don't even have engines for recoil deceleration. Even with the physical fitness of a Space Marine, they would most likely be turned into meat paste if they were to hit the ground directly from orbit.

Dust and smoke rose up, blocking the view. Sigismund held the sword with both hands and used his excellent eyesight and perception to observe the guys who suddenly appeared.

In their power armor identification signal, the other side was marked as "friendly", showing a reassuring green beam.

The scene was extremely quiet, with only the crackling sound of the flames burning the fat on the corpse.

Mechanical footsteps then sounded and gradually grew louder.

A group of reinforcements, who were even larger than the Space Marines, finally emerged from the smoke. They had uniform silver-white metallic skin, and a coordinated body structure that combined strength and flexibility. They had multiple pairs of arms holding weapons that exuded a dangerous aura, and were slowly walking towards the battlefield.

Sigismund was suddenly stunned, and what appeared before his eyes were those beings called Iron Men.

They are like a moving metal ocean, densely and orderly filling the tattered battlefield.

Among the many iron men, there walked out an individual who looked slightly different from the other iron men.

Compared to those slightly stiff and cold iron men, this iron man looks more advanced and special.

And he has rich body movements and facial expressions, which are completely indistinguishable from humans.

"Hello Commander, my name is Adam."

The Iron Man seemed to have known who was the commander of the Imperial Fists. He walked straight towards Sigismund and saluted him with the Imperial Sky Eagle salute.

His attitude was so sincere and friendly, so friendly that even the Imperial Fists looked at each other in confusion as to how to react.

"Support from the Sage Roshi has arrived. We have been ordered to support the Emperor's most loyal warriors."

While the iron man named Adam was talking to the Imperial Fists, the metal giants that appeared on the battlefield had already begun a brutal killing.

The Iron Men launched a counterattack against the Sons of Horus with the most ruthless attitude, forcing the opponent to switch from offense to defense.

A torrent of metal storm burst out from the Iron Man's body, and straight Gaussian rays shuttled through the battlefield, decomposing all objects they touched into dust.

These machines, born for war, demonstrate their dominance over the Space Marines, transforming into a metallic frenzy, crushing any enemy of the Emperor.

(End of this chapter)