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

Chapter 633 White Lightning Arrives
Jeremiah Blitzcrank was a typical Greater Ultramar man. The family behind him, the huge and powerful Rogue Trader Dynasty firmly supported the independence of the Five Hundred Worlds.

When Guilliman mentioned his concerns about the Second Empire to Roche, the Blitz family was among the local forces represented by Lady Euden.

Countless Blitzcrank families formed the ruling cornerstone of the Five Hundred Worlds. They recognized Guilliman's outstanding contribution. It was this great Primarch who completed the unfulfilled dream of the former King Konor and restored the glorious Greater Ultramar Empire of the past.

They care more about their own direct interests than the Emperor's Empire of Mankind. After all, when the Lord of Mankind arrived at Macragge, Guilliman was directly inspired by his father, and neither side fired a single shot or sword.

Guilliman brought the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar into the human empire, and those ancient aristocratic forces had never experienced a cleansing.

This kind of separatist thought is common in the galaxy, but because of the wealth and humanity of the Five Hundred Worlds, it is more intense than in other regions.

Of course, after the catastrophe of the Shadow Crusade, that huge dynasty of wandering merchants was wiped out, leaving only the last heir on Terra, carrying a gun and fighting a meat-grinder-like positional battle with the Death Guard in the mud.

War is the best way to temper people's hearts. Even a bohemian merchant like Jeremiah Blitz has a new understanding of humanity after experiencing blood and fire.

He may not understand the ancient wisdom of Terra that "when the nest is overturned, no eggs can remain intact", but he understands similar principles.

This is the common enemy of mankind. No matter you are from Terra, Ultramar or anywhere else, as long as you are human, you should unite and fight against the damn warp together.

He now understood that if Terra fell, then humanity would be doomed, the rebels would lose their last hope, and the five hundred isolated worlds overseas would only be able to survive for a while longer.

By then Terra will be destroyed, the Astronomican will be extinguished, and humanity will lose the ability to navigate the warp.

Perhaps Sosa's Pharos Lighthouse could unleash some of the capabilities of the Astronomican, but it was ultimately just an imperfect substitute, and no one knew whether this alien creation would suddenly malfunction one day.

Jeremiah's bold words boosted the morale of the Sun Auxiliary Army, but it also undoubtedly attracted the attention of the enemy.

Those Death Guards who were like mountains of flesh launched a charge towards the position where Jeremiah was. Although they looked bloated and even their power armor was swollen and cracked by their bodies, their movements were not slow at all.

Even with the assistance of the automatic aiming system, Jeremiah only felt a few afterimages flash before his eyes, and then the rebels had crossed the minefields and trenches they had laid and arrived in front of him.

"how is this possible?"

Jeremiah was shocked that the enemy passed through the minefield without any harm, but when he looked closely, he found that a layer of fungal blanket like flesh membrane had already spread under the enemy's feet.

Wherever the green metal plague went, even the pre-buried melta mines were corroded and turned into broken duds.

More poisonous insects and mosquitoes and flies circled around the Death Guards. Their numbers were so large that they formed an all-encompassing fog storm. The extremely irritating and disturbing noises made the Sun Auxiliary Army feel unbearable itching on their skin.

The heavy artillery fire from the rear was like a drop in the ocean, swallowed up by the storm of poisonous insects.

If you zoom in, you can clearly see that the insects from the Plague Garden easily gnawed through the shells of the shells and injected a large amount of corrosive toxins specifically targeting metals into them.

Under this incredible countermeasure, a large number of physical shells were all blocked, and even energy weapons such as heavy laser cannons were greatly weakened.

"Fire, fire! Burn them to death!"

Jeremiah immediately ordered the flamethrower tank under him to attack with all his strength. Suddenly, a raging dragon of promethium fire gushed out and combined with the heavy flamethrowers on other positions, burning the Death Guards who rushed forward the fastest.

A horrible stench rose into the sky, and Jeremiah felt as if he was setting fire to a cesspool. Even with a fully enclosed helmet on, he couldn't help vomiting.

"vomit--"

Immediately, the helmet was filled with his own digestive matter, but he did not dare to take it off and could only endure it temporarily.

Drops of extremely sticky substance fell from the sky and hit the visor of Jeremiah's transparent helmet.

Only then did he see clearly that it was a sticky substance similar to dirty blood, which was constantly spreading and spreading on his protective layer.

From the moment the blood rain began to fall, a low, hoarse voice echoed in everyone's ears. Suddenly, before Jeremiah's eyes, a figure wearing red and white power armor and a hideous mask appeared, praying.

"I am the Dark Apostle Layak, the prophet of the Most High, and the savior of mortals."

"Give up resistance, give up the meaningless struggle. The fall of Terra is inevitable. The great gods have mercy on humans and cannot bear to see too many humans die miserably."

"The Warmaster comes for liberation. All those who are willing to surrender to justice can join the Warmaster's cause, and all civilians will receive the mercy they deserve."

The voice of the Astartes who called himself Rayak was so demonic that many of the Solar Auxiliary Army were bathed in blood and even lost their minds and became paralyzed for a moment.

"Bullshit!"

A gunshot shattered all the trance, and Jeremiah fired a shot at the Death Guard who rushed in front of him with the incendiary gun in his hand. With the help of the automatic aiming system, he just hit the opponent's shoulder armor.

In an instant, this powerful explosive energy penetrated into the armor, burning the internal organs of these smelly and terrifying plague pigs from the inside out.

The opponent's resilience was simply terrifying. The incendiary gun that could kill the Astartes Superman's body in seconds only made the opponent's skin slightly red, but he still rushed forward regardless.

Jeremiah fired frantically until he had used up all his incendiary rifles, and the enemy's charge was completely interrupted.

The Death Guard screamed and wanted to kill the damn mortal, but even though he was strengthened by the power of the Father, he could not completely ignore the damage to himself.

The power of the subspace may blur the rules in the real universe, but the rules must still be followed.

Jeremiah picked up a melta cannon and fired fiercely at the Death Guard's head.

A surging heat wave gushed out, and the terrifying jet created by the thermonuclear material instantly released a temperature of over 100 million degrees, blasting the opponent's tough body into ashes.

Jeremiah's shell became scorching hot, and he quickly dropped the fatal melta cannon. This thing was supposed to be carried by an armored vehicle or a tank. In a hurry, he relied on his own body to resist the reaction force.

"Maybe I shouldn't be a Rogue Trader. Why didn't Dad send me to be an Ultramarines?"

This Sun Auxiliary Soldier felt that he was incredibly powerful and immediately began to boast complacently.

But there were more than one Death Guard in front of him. Seeing their battle brothers being killed in front of them, the other Death Guards became anxious and vowed to chop off the head of this lowly mortal.

Jeremiah's comrades were killed by the Death Guards who were close to him like chopping melons and vegetables, and broken body parts were flying everywhere. He had to fight and retreat while calling for reinforcements.

The Solar Auxiliary Army killed by the Death Guard remained silent for a few seconds before getting up again, but they were no longer the Emperor's warriors, but puppets controlled by Chaos.

A Death Guard raised his power scythe, gleaming like a crescent moon, and was about to chop Jeremiah into pieces.

There was a roar of engines, and in the corner of his eye, a flash of white lightning flashed by, firing a large number of heavy bombs that smashed the Death Guard into pieces.

"Good job, boy!"

Jeremiah's headset automatically received an unfamiliar signal, and he saw a platinum-painted flying mecha flying through the air, saving his life in the process.

The next moment, the perfectly shaped flying mecha began to deform rapidly and landed on the ground. After a very exciting sound of gear friction, it landed on the ground with a loud bang.

The engine nozzle changed direction and released a strong plasma flame, burning the body that was smashed by the heavy machine gun into ashes.

　I will try the three-in-one chapter tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)