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

Chapter 623 Neither You nor I Have a Choice (Please Subscribe)

Perturabo's voice echoed in the ears of the representatives of each legion.

Being able to represent a legion, those present are naturally the most outstanding warriors and strategists, and they can all appreciate the superiority and feasibility of the Iron Lord's plan.

He was right. If they continued to fight to the death as usual, the only thing that awaited them was defeat.

But even if it is feasible in theory, it is a completely different concept when it is put into practice.

They had no idea what price they would have to pay to be able to teleport as many of their troops as possible directly from the Uranus and Pluto regions to Terra's location.

Although the solar system is just a star system, the distance between each celestial body is actually quite far.

You should know that even the moon, which is the closest to Terra, has enough distance between the earth and the moon to accommodate the eight planets when it reaches its apogee.

The distances between other planets are also very far.

This distance may not be worth mentioning in terms of superluminal travel, but to complete it within the solar system is extremely difficult.

What's even more deadly is that the closer they are to Terra, the more the power of the Warp is suppressed by the Light of the Emperor, which also means that they will have to pay a greater price.

Perhaps they had to sacrifice all their mortal slaves to the dark gods in order to accomplish this incredible long-distance teleportation.

Therefore, all the representatives were silent.

Mortal slaves are precious property, especially in these times of supply difficulties. If they want to maintain their own operations and utilize the power of the Warp, they must continuously consume mortal slaves.

No one wants to take the lead, and everyone wants others to make sacrifices first.

Perturabo's expression grew increasingly gloomy and terrifying, and everyone present could sense his tyrannical aura through the psychic projection.

Even beings like Eichmand and Angerte felt a bone-chilling chill, as if they would be killed by the other party in the next second.

“This is not a request.”

"This is an order, a military order."

"I don't want to waste time stressing this out again."

Perturabo's voice sounded like a death horn, and then he began to call out the names of his troops.

"I entrust this mission to the Thousand Sons and Word Bearers. Azak Ahriman, Angertai, and Dark Apostle Layak. You must ensure that this mission is completed."

The chief think tank named by the Lord of Iron suddenly turned pale. He was about to make a defense, but looking at the other party's eyes, Ahriman shut his mouth wisely.

Perturabo has a good relationship with Magnus, but what does that have to do with them?

If Magnus was here, perhaps the other party would give him more face, but now that Magnus is not here, he will naturally let him control him.

"My legion will continue to advance towards the solar system and maintain the current intensity of the war to avoid arousing suspicion from the Empire. In addition, the World Eaters Legion and the Emperor's Children Legion will advance the front with me, and you must also contribute."

"Abaddon, Eichmander, you lead the Sons of Horus legions and prepare to teleport with me to raid Terra. I want to smash the extermination order on the palace!"

Perturabo arranged for Alpha, the smallest and least organized Night Lord among the rebels, to be incorporated into the cannon fodder unit, to act together with the World Eaters and the Emperor's Children.

The Iron Warriors have been cannon fodder for so long, now the situation has changed and it is their turn.

"My order is effective from now on. Don't waste any more time. Act now."

The Primarch's psychic projection flickered, then slowly dissipated. The remaining legion representatives looked at each other, some unwilling to accept such an order.

"He wants us to die, the bastard!" roared the hot-tempered Kahn, his Butcher's Nails madly stimulating the brain tissue, urging him to kill.

"We have no choice." Angertai's tone was extremely calm, and he didn't seem to be affected by Perturabo's abnormal order.

They all glanced at the sinister, sickly Fabius Bile, but the Emperor's Children's Chief Apothecary simply shut down the psychic projection without a word.

"I will have Rayak assist you, and those Word Bearers who have surrendered to us."

Abaddon, who had a sky-high bun that made his head look even more pointed, said this, but from his expression, he seemed to be quite dissatisfied with the dark apostle who betrayed Lorgar.

Abaddon advocates loyalty and bravery, and he does not take traitors like Rajak who play with the witchcraft of the Warp seriously.

This guy can even betray the father of genes, so as long as the conditions are right, he will naturally betray them without hesitation.

……

Under Perturabo's pressure, both the Word Bearers and the Thousand Sons Legion burst out with unprecedented efficiency.

After all, compared to Horus, Perturabo was a complete tyrant. If they failed to complete his orders, only death would await them.

He was able to kill his own descendants with eleven strokes, so how could he be merciful to them?
Ahriman and Rayak presided over this unprecedented ceremony, gathering all the captured mortals on the surface of Pluto and Neptune.

Everyone here, even the slaves from other legions, are no exception.

Even the Sons of Horus and the Iron Warriors helped in plundering and looting, and they even suppressed several riots caused by dissatisfaction among the Emperor's Children Legion.

Those perverts who believed in Slaanesh could derive pleasure from torture and abuse. They immensely enjoyed exercising their wild imaginations on the human body, and this time, the fact that their slaves were taken away made them full of complaints.

The transport ships that carried those mortals shuttled non-stop between orbit and the surface of the planet. Hundreds of billions of mortals were sent to the altar carefully built by the Word Bearers.

These humans who served as sacrifices naturally did not receive any preferential treatment. Apart from being able to get the starch of their barely alive corpses as food, countless people were densely packed in a small safe zone.

You must know that the natural environment of Pluto and Uranus is not suitable for human survival. They all have to live in the transformed area created by the Iron Warriors, like livestock in a cage waiting to be slaughtered.

Even the Chief Think Tank had never presided over such a large-scale sacrificial ceremony. He was nervous and didn't know whether it would be successful.

And if they fail, Perturabo will definitely not show mercy, he will really wield the butcher knife.

"Relax, we will succeed." said the dark apostle Layak, who presided over the ceremony with him.

Ahriman didn't like this guy. He was too mysterious and was always shrouded in a layer of warp fog.

He believed that Rayak was too deeply involved with the filth in the Warp, and that he was not a wizard, but simply a fanatical believer in the gods of the Warp.

"Can you still see the future? The future I predicted has been completely distorted and changed. Perhaps your evil master can give you some inspiration." Ahriman said sarcastically.

Rajak was unmoved: "The gods told me that the decisive battle must take place on Terra. If we work backwards, we will surely succeed."

Ahriman took a deep breath when he heard this. No matter whether it would succeed or not, he still had to try it to know.

"Let the ceremony begin. Let us teleport our army into orbit above Terra."

"This war has dragged on long enough."

(End of this chapter)