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

Chapter 631 Misfortune and Luck (Please subscribe)
Jeremiah Blitz felt that he was extremely unlucky. Not long after his merchant ship entered the Warp, the Great Speaker and the Lord of Red Sand launched the Shadow Crusade. The raging Storm of Destruction trapped him in the Warp for who knows how many years.

When he managed to escape from the Warp and rushed to Terra, he was caught by Sevatar who came to report the news. The Prince of Crows successfully delivered the message to Terra using their ship.

But as soon as Sevatar left his ship, this last descendant of a family of wandering traders from the Five Hundred Worlds received a serious notice from the Imperial Fists.

His ship, the Granted Destiny, which was converted from a Moon-class cruiser, was requisitioned by the Imperial Navy and incorporated into the huge fleet. As for himself, he was also reorganized into the 177th Regiment of the Terra Solar Auxiliary Forces.

In the tide of the times, even someone with such status and reputation as him has no choice. The empire needs to unite any forces that can be won over. This is not a request, but a naked order.

When Jeremiah got an incendiary gun and put on a finely crafted carapace armor and a micro-powered backpack, he had become a glorious recruit of the Solar Auxiliary Army.

His physical fitness is quite good, and he can join the war after undergoing specific military training.

The only thing to be thankful for was that Jeremiah's former men were also reorganized and assigned to an infantry regiment with him, so the wandering trader was able to stay with his old friends.

During these few months, although Jeremiah suffered from the heavy training day after day, at least his safety was guaranteed. Terra is the throne world of mankind, and it is definitely the safest place in the entire galaxy.

But soon, Jeremiah realized that he was wrong. The damn rebels had actually teleported directly into Terra's low-Earth orbit and launched a bombing and landing on the throne world.

"The Emperor must be playing a joke on me. Why do I always run into such unfortunate things?"

"Once or twice is fine, but what about the third or fourth time?"

Under the walls of the imperial palace, Jeremiah and his 177th Regiment of the Solar Auxiliary Forces were fighting the rebels' Mortal Auxiliary Forces, and during the breaks in the enemy's bombardment, he complained to his friends around him.

"Is this bad luck? If it were really bad luck, you would have died a long time ago, brother."

His former subordinate, now his battle brother, answered Jeremiah's complaints while accurately killing a mutant who was quietly advancing with his incendiary rifle.

The scorching energy directly burned the opponent's internal organs and bones into ashes. He then pulled back and took a temporary rest, while happily looking at the increasing numbers on the display on his wrist.

"Well, let's not talk about it. I haven't taken a bath in a long time. I really want to take a hot spring bath. I would be willing to live ten years less."

Jeremiah gave a bitter smile. He was about to scratch his itchy back, but accidentally rubbed the display screen of the micro-thinker computer on his wrist.

"Coordinates sent."

Accompanied by a burst of electronic sound feedback, the next second, a string of precise coordinates was sent by Jeremiah to the command center in the rear, and then a new round of precise artillery fire was opened at these coordinates.

Jeremiah suddenly felt extremely guilty because he had touched the screen completely by mistake.

Each Solar Auxiliary Army had upgraded their equipment in the previous equipment changes, making them the same as the Ultramar Auxiliary Army from the Five Hundred Worlds.

When an auxiliary army discovers a target and urgently needs fire support, it can report its coordinates with itself as the origin to summon fierce artillery support.

A shrill scream was heard, and a striking mushroom cloud immediately rose up at a location several kilometers ahead of Jeremiah and his men's line under the attack of tactical fusion missiles and heavy artillery.

The dazzling light was filtered by the goggles, and the noise reduction module on the helmet protected the auxiliary soldiers' hearing. After the shock wave dissipated, the cold electronic female voice of the Thinker rang in Jeremiah's ears.

"Fire support killed 5 Warp Energy Carriers and 23 Rebellious Auxiliary Troops."

"Your merit has been recorded, Captain Jeremiah Blitz of the 177th Regiment."

Jeremiah was silent. He really touched it by accident.

Who knew there was a hidden rebel stronghold at that coordinate? Those five heads must have been cultists among the enemy who believed in evil gods, or perhaps psychics who practiced evil sorcery. However, the vast majority of psychics could not withstand the bombardment. It was obvious that Jeremiah's mistake had sent them all to the brink of destruction.

Before the Empire's tactical missile support lands, the internal scanning system will automatically detect enemies within the killing range and conduct preliminary rough identification.

Although this error range cannot accurately confirm the identity of the target, it can still clearly identify obvious characteristics such as whether the target has psychic powers.

Precisely because of such detailed intelligence support, the military achievements of each mortal auxiliary army will be clearly recorded and can be queried in Terra's thinking space.

"Boss, what did I say? You are a very lucky man." Jeremiah's comrades immediately punched him excitedly. He saw clearly that his boss really just acted on impulse and killed dozens of traitors.

"No, I, eh..."

He originally wanted to make some excuses, but after thinking it over, he felt that it was better to say less.

According to past experience, bad luck often strikes again just when he starts to get lucky.

"Emperor, please don't play with me!" Jeremiah wailed in his heart.

Everything seemed to have passed, and Jeremiah's worries were smoothed over time.

Seven Terra days passed, and Jeremiah and his team tenaciously repelled the rebels' attacks time and time again.

Even the traitorous knight mechas who had defected to the Dark Mechanicus were lured into the minefield by this heroic auxiliary soldier and burned to ashes by those melta bombs.

But today, Jeremiah suddenly had a bad feeling, because the comrade next to him had been suffering from a high fever since dawn, and even the medical module built into the sophisticated armor he was wearing could not cure him.

In theory, the medical module equipped on each Solar Auxiliary Army has the function of emergency medical treatment, and can save a life even in the case of fatal injuries such as massive internal bleeding.

But now the disease has suddenly occurred and the medical kit is completely ineffective. Jeremiah watched helplessly as his subordinates and comrades were burned to death by the high fever.

His body was terribly hot, which was definitely not a normal human body temperature.

The disease progressed so rapidly that Jeremiah didn't even have time to send him to the military medical camp in the rear for further treatment.

"My poor brother."

Jeremiah lamented. He wanted to take another look at his old friend who had shared hardships with him, but suddenly he found that his originally swollen and red body had cooled down at an incredible speed. His skin turned a dull green color and began to emit an unpleasant stench.

There's something very wrong with this. Ten to nine points.

The next moment, the Sun Auxiliary Army soldier who had just been declared dead crawled up in front of Jeremiah.

Disgusting blood and pus were oozing out from the holes all over his body, and many flies and mosquitoes suddenly came from nowhere and began to fly around him.

"Emperor's beard! I knew this day would come!"

Jeremiah used an incendiary gun to burn the enemy's bodies to ashes. Outside the position, a fog that seemed to be made up of countless mosquitoes began to spread, and disturbing sounds and smells came from there.

However, at least one-third of the people in their position have been infected with the disease, and even if they are not dead, they are just halfway to death. Obviously, everyone was still alive and kicking last night, and everyone was bragging that they could hold out until death.

Amid the spreading plague fog, the Death Guard Legion corrupted by their father Nurgle began to set foot on the battlefield of Terra.

(End of this chapter)