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

Chapter 625: The Gateway to Terra
The fear and resentment extracted from tens of billions of mortals collided with the satellite that buried the remains of countless loyalists of the Empire.

In an instant, a large amount of blood fell from the sky, covering everything on the surface of the comet.

The disorderly piled-up white skulls were contaminated into a scarlet color, and the strong, almost insoluble smell of brass and rust rushed into the nostrils of Ahriman and others.

The Thousand Sons and Word Bearers who landed on the surface of the comet walked in a pool of blood. The surging power of the Warp even dyed the thin matter flow of the comet into blood.

Rajak bent down and knelt on the ground. He scooped up the dirty blood on the ground with his hands and threw it into the sky.

All the Word Bearers lay devoutly on the ground, praying devoutly to the Dark Gods in the blood of mankind, longing for them to bestow their blessings.

Blood stained the sacred comet, and an abominable force descended upon it.

Just as the comet passed through its orbit, a huge subspace rift appeared.

Endless etheric power gushed out, and the deep blue-purple light stretched out like countless tentacles, pulling at the soul of any observer.

"We did it, opened a portal to Terra."

The Dark Apostle was completely exhausted. He maintained his balance with the help of other Word Bearers, while Ahriman watched all this with a complicated expression.

Everything before their eyes was burning. In the temple built by the Emperor to commemorate the victory of the War of Unification, every granite pillar was ablaze and every inch of the building was slowly being destroyed.

The gods of the Warp accepted this gift, and the heroic souls buried here were also devoured. The power that these sacred and noble souls can release is far greater than that of mortal souls.

The comet was trembling, slowly disintegrating in flames, and the Word Bearers and Thousand Sons quickly evacuated back to the gunship, and with the engines blasting out streams of blazing plasma, they instantly soared into the sky.

Now, even the light of the Astronomican could not stop the opening of the Warp rift. Perturabo and Abaddon, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately ordered thousands of warships to sail into it.

The Iron Blood and the Vengeful Spirit were the first to be hit, followed by other battleships, cruisers and frigates.

Ahriman turned around to look at the comet that had been dyed red. The artificial star that had been circling the solar system since the Dark Age of Technology had burned up and disappeared.

At the same moment, the sun of mankind suddenly flickered, bursting with unprecedented light and then became extremely dim.

From their current position, the sun seemed to have gone out, leaving only a hazy, thin arc of light.

Ahriman finally smiled. They had done it, opened the gate to the warp.

At the same time, the Imperial Army fell into panic, and even the Mechanicus priests who followed the army did not understand why this sudden change had occurred.

At the forefront of the battle with the rebels, Ryan Johnson, who was leading his troops in the battle, suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

The lions of Caliban had extremely powerful beast instincts, and this chill came from Terra behind them.

"They finally came, just as I had seen them before."

Beside the lion, Midnight Ghost, wearing a blue-purple cloak and lightning-patterned power armor, muttered to himself.

These two former enemies now stood side by side to fight against the fierce attacks from the Sons of Horus and the Iron Warriors.

"No matter how we try to stop it, the final battle will take place on Terra. All the timelines I have seen converge here."

"Lion, the war we are experiencing now has never been a simple human civil war. If it was only Horus who rebelled, he would never be able to cause such a big storm."

"The real root lies in the evil gods of the warp. They harbor endless malice and greed towards our universe. Humans are the largest race in this era of our universe, so they are naturally the first to bear the brunt."

The Night Haunter, who had been troubled by the prophetic visions in the past and even driven to madness, was now extremely clear-headed. He had deeply realized that some things could not be changed, and that fate had only shown him some mercy, but that did not mean that they would disappear.

"Shut your mouth, it's useless for you to say this now."

"Perturabo has figured out how to defeat us. He plans to open a portal directly to Terra, and then smash his thousands of warships directly into the throne world of mankind."

Coze was not at all angered by Ryan's roar; he just murmured.

"In fact, it's not intended, they have already done it."

Ryan and Koz looked up at the same time. After the sun dimmed, an extremely dazzling light came from the direction of Uranus, as if another sun was rising over there.

The Primarchs' eyes looked across the long distance and vaguely saw a burning temple. It was the burning Comet Temple that released light brighter than the sun.

About 90 seconds later, the dim sun released endless light and heat again, and the temple burned out, exhausting all its power.

"We have detected a huge ether energy fluctuation near the moon, my lord. The rebels are passing through the torn subspace portal and directly reaching the core of our defense."

The Lion King's chief steward, Coswayn, reported bitterly that whether they were willing to believe it or not, the fact was already like this and it was meaningless to continue defending here.

"Make your decision, my lord."

Ryan Jonson gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, the lion's face was full of unwillingness, but he still sighed helplessly, and the wrinkles on his face suddenly relaxed.

"Send our main fleet back and attack the rebels from both sides together with the Terra fleet."

"I will chop off Perturabo's head myself."

The defense of the solar system, which had been proceeding in an orderly manner, was declared bankrupt after the rebels used the magic of the subspace to cheat and directly jump under the nose of Terra.

It wasn't that Perturabo and Horus defeated Dorn and the Lion, but that the Warp showed its asymmetry.

This has never been a fair war, and the dark gods have already used various means to win.

At this moment, between the Earth and the Moon, the huge hull of the Spirit of Vengeance emerged from the subspace rift.

The initiator of this rebellion, Warmaster Horus, was now on the deck of the battleship, overlooking the magnificent and glorious appearance of Terra.

His face, shrouded in scarlet light, moved stiffly and he forced out an ugly smile.

The Wolf Shepherd God has never shown up, but he has restrained the Emperor at a higher dimensional level so that the Lord of Mankind has not had to take action himself.

"Father, I have waited for this day for too long."

"We will have a war eventually. You and I both know that it is inevitable."

"Humanity has only one chance to revive, and you can't do it. Only I can lead humanity to transcendence."

Around the Spirit of Vengeance, there appeared dozens, hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of warships that obeyed the command of Horus. Some of them were controlled by the rebels, while others were ghost ships salvaged from the vast Sea of ​​Souls by the gods.

Horus's true killer move finally showed its edge at this moment, directly hitting the core of the human empire.

(End of this chapter)