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

Chapter 639 Astartes Peak Showdown (Three in One)

"Those Eldar have a special smell on them."

“It smells like arrogance.”

"Why should we fight alongside these aliens? Even if we rely on our own strength, it is enough to break through the defenses of these traitors."

The figure of Prince of Crows flickered on the complex battlefield, with the Black Armored Guards following beside him. The Captain of the First Company of the Night Lords who had returned to the Empire complained with disdain about the warriors of the Eldar tribes who appeared on the battlefield.

"This is the decision of the Empire. Lord Dorn has announced to us that humans and the Eldar have formed a united front against Chaos. They are now our allies."

"The Lord of Mankind signed the covenant himself, witnessing everything with his sacred blood."

"Just obey orders, there's no need to think so much."

The calm voice of the Black Knight Sigismund rang out in Sevatar's tactical helmet, mixed with the crisp sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh and bones, and the wonderful sound of blood splashing into the air.

"You guys are still as boring as ever."

Sevatar shrugged helplessly, and stretched out the chainsaw halberd in his hand as if he had foreseen the future. Suddenly, the roaring chainsaw tore the head of a World Eater who wanted to launch a sneak attack, leaving behind a headless corpse that was still running.

In addition to being a powerful warrior who can fight in close combat as well as Sigismund, Sevatar's psychic powers are so strong that ordinary think tanks can hardly reach the level.

However, since he also inherited Curze's incredible ability to predict the future, Sevatar does not like to use his own psychic powers, as that would cause him to become more and more deeply trapped in the prophetic illusions and unable to extricate himself.

Prince Crow and the Black Knight, the old rivals, are now fighting side by side on the outer defense line of the solar system. However, unlike in the past when they resisted the invasion of the rebels, what they have to do now is to defeat the rebels in front of them and rush to Terra's rescue.

No one expected that Horus would directly send his army under the nose of Terra through the cheating means of the Warp, which also caused the Space Marines defending on the periphery to suddenly fall into a passive state.

According to the intelligence they knew, a part of Horus's rebels had already gathered forces on Mars and joined forces with the Dark Technology Cult that had been suppressed on the surface.

In addition, a part of the rebels have already captured the moon, forming a tenacious defense line in the Mars-Moon area.

Ryan Johnson, who had gone completely mad, issued an order to destroy the enemy at all costs, and along with it, the hundreds of thousands of iron men controlled by the main control computer devoured all the traitors who stood in their way like a meat grinder.

The Iron Warriors, World Eaters, Word Bearers, and Emperor's Children were the main enemies that made up this line of defense, and they completely sacrificed their lives to buy time for Horus who was attacking Terra.

And it was under this miraculous opportunity that the Midnight Lords led by Sevatar and the Imperial Fists led by Sigismund actually fought side by side.

Sevatar once challenged the famous Black Knight and fought with him in the cage for a whole day and night without a clear winner. Finally, he got tired of it and violated the rules and knocked the Black Knight back with a headbutt.

Since the rebellion began, Sevatar and Sigismund have stood on opposite sides, but because the Night Lords Legion has been fighting against the Dark Angels in the Salamas star field, the former enemies have not had the opportunity to meet and duel again.

However, they did not become enemies, but instead became comrades fighting side by side. Even Sevatar and Sigismund had never thought of this way of opening.

"Sir, the rebels here have been completely wiped out. We are faster than the Imperial Fists."

After a brutal massacre, the Night Lords have captured this important battlefield defended by the World Eaters. Under Sevatar's personal command, there is no suspense in this war.

"What if we are faster than them? We have many more people than Sigismund's men. If we are not as fast as them, then what do I need you for?"

"Now is not the time for us to fight alone. What we need to learn is to unite and cooperate, and use the strengths of many parties to achieve a goal."

Hearing Sevatar's nagging, the black-armored guards around him suddenly fell silent, without any resistance at all.

In terms of prestige, Sevatar can even catch up with the Primarch. Although Curze's mental state has improved a lot since his return to the Empire, one thing has not changed: he does not want to manage the legion at all.

Just like now, Midnight Haunter had already disappeared from the battlefield, and even Sevatar didn't know where he had gone.

"The Word Bearers that Sigismund is dealing with are much more difficult than the World Eaters. I heard that their Primarch Lorgar has been exiled to the Warp, and now they are led by the Blessed Son Angrtai."

"In my opinion, this is a huge improvement for the Word Bearers. Except for the combat power, Angertai is almost completely superior to Lorgar. He is a very difficult guy."

Sevatar skillfully pried open the World Eaters commander's brain and used his genetic detection nerves to scan their strategic deployment.

But then, Sevatar frowned. To be honest, there weren't many useful things in the minds of these World-Eaters who were hammering nails. The most common thing was undoubtedly the fanatical but aimless anger.

Anger, pain, and the desire to kill filled the World Devourers' brains. Apart from that, they had no more extra thoughts or memories.

The corner of Sevatar's mouth twitched, and the genetic monitoring nerves allowed him to experience the other party's perspective as if he were there, which was obviously not a good thing.

Although the World Eaters rely on the rage brought by the Butcher's Nails to enhance their combat capabilities, this mindless fighting style is a clear disadvantage against the flexible Night Lords who are good at sneak attacks and single combat.

Only those straightforward Imperial Fists would engage in an open battlefield duel with their opponents. They are just like their name, breaking the enemy's bones with extremely heavy punches and countering violent attacks with violent attacks.

Never turning back is the creed of the Imperial Fists, and they are also the legion that advocates fairness the most.

But for the Midnight Lords, I'm sorry, what is fair and what is a head-on confrontation.

Although the people under Sevatar are all purified Night Lords, and the Nostramo scum who infiltrated them in the past have been eliminated, their tactics and fighting styles are the same.

Those who can play dirty won't show their cards, and those who can cheat won't confront head-on.

As they infiltrate the rebels' defenses, the World Eaters are often met with deadly attacks in the darkness and harassment from intricate traps.

With the thinking ability of their brains pierced by the Butcher's Nails, they had no way of finding the Midnight Lord in the darkness, and could only fall one by one in unwilling rage.

This is also the reason why they assigned their opponents in this way. If Sigismund brought the Imperial Fist to break through the World Eaters' defenses, the sacrifices and costs would definitely be much higher.

Sevatar looked through the secret documents in the rebel command center and finally found the part that interested him most.

"The mindless Primarch of the World Eaters has been transferred to Terra by Horus. Are they planning to conquer Terra in one fell swoop? What a big appetite, but there seems to be no other way to achieve victory."

"Let me see, where is the location of the World Eaters' commander, Kahn?"

"Hmm? Why did Kahn stay with Anglete all the time? The distance between their defensive positions is not close."

After Sevatar determined the enemy's exact location, he immediately ordered his Midnight Lords to burn everything here to ashes.

He needed to end the war faster, and the best way was undoubtedly to behead the enemy commander.

The strategic thinking of top commanders is similar. When Sevatar planned to lead his Night Lords to a long-distance attack to behead Kahn, Sigismund made the same decision.

This famous member of the Three Great Crusades, a powerful warrior with unrivaled swordsmanship, reunited with Sevatar inside the rebel camp without any prior contact.

Sigismund walked slowly towards them from the end of their sight. The knight, dressed in black and gold armor with a striking cross logo on his shoulder armor, walked with firm steps.

Groups of Templars gathered around him, their bodies still covered with blood stains that had not yet completely dried.

The same was true for Sevatar, but when he saw the golden laurel wreath on Sigismund's head, a faint feeling of envy welled up in his heart. It was the symbol of the Emperor's champion and the testimony of the peak of a person's military prowess.

"Damn, why is he dressed even more arrogantly than me? I feel like a parasite around him." He thought to himself.

"It seems we are thinking alike, old friend," he said.

The Prince of Crows planted his chainsaw halberd in the ground, not caring about the Techmarine's rage at this, and walked towards the expressionless Emperor's Champion.

Sevastata was slightly taller than Sigismund, but he felt that the other's aura was suffocating.

"Hey, don't be so cold all the time. Ryan Jonson is about to launch a general attack. They can't stop us for much longer."

But Sigismund still said nothing. He seemed like a machine that only knew how to fight, cold and ruthless.

Sevatar, who had extremely sensitive psychic perception, could not sense any emotional fluctuations from the person in front of him. He seemed to have turned into a monster, like an empty shell possessed by a ghost.

This feeling was terrible, and Sevatar vaguely realized that his old friend was changing in a direction he didn't want.

There is no death, no disappointment, and no despair. This is not what a warrior should be like.

Sevatar wanted the old friend who used to fight in the gladiatorial pit with him to come back. At that time, Sigismund could spend 24 hours a day in the World Eaters' gladiatorial pit and defeat all the Sons of Angron.

At that time, he pursued victory and glory, longed for bravery and progress, and he was a real living person.

He had to do something to awaken Sigismund's increasingly numb heart.

"You know, we almost stopped being cousins ​​and became real blood brothers."

"According to our legion's records, you were still wandering in a refugee camp on the Ionos Plateau after the Unification War. You fought with criminals to protect a girl. It was the Midnight Lords' recruiter who saved and selected you."

"But when that stupid recruiter handed you over to the Empire, another stupider decision maker thought you were more suitable for the Imperial Fists, followed by the Luna Wolves and the World Eaters. You and I missed the chance to become brothers."

When Sevatar told this secret, even the Templars following Sigismund were a little surprised.

They were unaware of this history, and as the war continued to this day, there were not many veterans in the legion older than Sigismund, who was born at the end of the War of Unification.

"It's a good thing that the recruiting officer sent Sigismund to us. Apart from the Black Knight, who else can lead us?" Some Templars whispered secretly in their hearts.

"It makes no difference. Even if I join the Night Lords, I can still serve the Emperor with everything I have."

"Sevatar, our essence is the Emperor's weapon, and our destiny is to fight to the death."

When Sevatar heard what the other party said, he suddenly felt numb. It seemed that he had been talking for a long time but failed to cause any psychological fluctuations in the other party.

"Then the man you beheaded, and Kahn, the man you fought bloody battles with in the duel pit on the Conqueror, can't you have the slightest sympathy?"

"Your sworn brother, Kahn, could you possibly forget him? Look at the chains wrapped around your hands. They are the marks he left on your body. This is the habit of the World Eaters!"

There was a hint of struggle in Sigismund's eyes, but it soon subsided.

"He has chosen a path that is opposite to mine, so I will naturally eliminate him for the Emperor. There will no longer be any friendship between him and me, only our positions."

"Stop talking nonsense, Sevatar. You have never been a hesitant person. Show the same decisiveness that made you break the rules and defeat me."

Sigismund instead rebuked that he did not have much time to waste and the road to Terra must be opened as quickly as possible.

In desperation, Sevatar could only continue to charge forward with a cold face. This guy was really shameless. He didn't want to be treated coldly.

The assault force, led by Prince Crow and the Black Knights, advanced extremely quickly, and no rebels could stop them.

Whether it was the Khorne champion who believed in the Blood God, or the swordsman of the Emperor's Children who threw himself into the arms of the Lord of Pleasure, he was as fragile as a rookie in front of these two.

Sigismund killed the rebels again and again, with an efficiency even comparable to that of a machine on an assembly line, while Sevatar was secretly resentful in his heart and wanted to compete with this old rival in speed.

When the two men arrived at the rebel headquarters, they were already covered in blood. Sevatar's chainsaw halberd was full of minced flesh, and even several of the chainsaw's single-molecule teeth were broken. But Sigismund was still alone with his sword, and there was not even the slightest delay in his movements.

"What a fucking monster."

Sevatar calmed his breathing, and in his eyes there were only two people left.

Kharn of the World Eaters, and Angrtai of the Word Bearers.

They seemed to have realized the Empire's intentions a long time ago, and were now quietly waiting for the arrival of Sevata and the other two.

The Prince of Crows stood alongside the Black Knight, while the World Eaters and the Word Bearers took up battle stances.

The best of all the Astartes had come together, and the only thing left for them was a fight to the death.

Angertai was the most peaceful of the four. In his hand he still held the guard spear seized from the imperial guards, while the other half of his body had transformed into a hideous and terrifying demon body.

The possessed demon Kam released his power, stretching Angertai towards a higher dimension.

"Just like we did on the Conqueror, but you had Bloodspitter Davarus by your side."

Ingertelle began to reminisce about the past, while Kahn stood beside him. The two seemed to form a harmonious whole, with Ingertelle as the main figure and Kahn as the auxiliary.

"Sigismund," Kahn called out.

The Black Knight did not respond at all. He just stood there and raised the black sword in his hand.

Angertai felt a little disappointed, as he had originally thought he could have a talk with the other party.

Since exiling his failed father, Angertai has become the Lord of the Word Bearers. He deeply reflected on the ins and outs of the rebellion started by Horus, and finally came to a conclusion:
Horus is bound to fail. Chaos cannot completely defeat humanity, and humanity cannot completely expel Chaos.

The two sides will inevitably fight each other, but they cannot be separated.

So if that's the case, why are they still shedding blood here?
Angleta is going to do something that is not recognized. He wants to achieve a balance between humans and chaos, just like him and his demon brother Kam.

But before they could sit down and talk, they had to survive the siege from Sigismund and Sevastata.

Sigismund suddenly increased his speed, and Kahn also roared in anger.
Sevatar's chainsaw halberd and Angertai's guard spear collided with each other, splashing dazzling sparks.

The loud battle cry freed everyone from their restraints, and the Astartes from the four legions fought desperately for each other's goals and beliefs.

"My brother, why have you become what you are now?"

"Why, why is this happening?"

When Kahn charged with Blood Father and Blood Son in his hands, but was once again blocked by Sigismund's black sword, this rare warrior in the Eighth Legion who could withstand the torture of the Butcher's Nails asked in confusion.

Kahn's height without armor was over three meters and a half, and the butcher's nails arranged like cables on his head were buzzing, urging him to launch a more ferocious attack.

Over the years, Kharn has already become the de facto controller of the World Eaters Legion, and Angron's situation after ascending to demon status is even worse than before.

He needs a constant supply of blood sacrifices to stay in the real universe, and it is unrealistic to expect the demon primarch to give orders.

Kahn is the only choice. He has to endure the pain of the Butcher's Nails while fighting against the whispers of the evil god that keep ringing in his mind.

He wanted Kahn to let go of all restraints, to enjoy the pleasure of slaughter and bloodshed, to let anger dominate him, and to make the battle eternal.

He promised to grant Kahn the greatest power, allowing him to transform from a mortal body into a more advanced being.

However, after witnessing Angron's tragic condition, Kahn became extremely wary of the existence called the Blood God.

His best friend Angerte was paying close attention to Kahn's changes. He repeatedly warned Kahn not to believe the lies of the dark gods, as their promises were all false.

If you want eternal life, the loving father will grant you immortality of decay; if you want revenge, the blood god will grant you endless killing.

The most typical person favored by the Bronze Throne is to become a mindless killing machine like Angron. Such a price is too heavy for a person with self-thinking.

Even if you have unparalleled power, what is the point when you become a madman without any reason?

Therefore, Angortai helps his brother calm down every day. As the first individual with perfect fusion of human and demon, Angortai's understanding of the warp can even rival that of Lorgar.

At the same time, the true words left by the Great Speaker also found a whole new use in his hands.

"The Book of Lorgar" explains the Great Speakers' understanding and use of the Warp. Anyone who studies this book can greatly improve their control over the Warp, including different sacrificial rituals, the habits of different Warp creatures, and the likes and dislikes of different Chaos Powers.

However, after Angertai obtained the complete "Book of Lorgar", he did the opposite. He used the power of the Warp at his disposal to help Kahn strengthen his resistance to the Warp, and recited mantras for him every day to block the whispers from the Blood God.

Without Angertai's help, no matter how strong Kahn's will was, sooner or later he would cross the line in endless whispers and become a follower of the Blood God.

The subtle influence of the Blood God's power on Kahn in the past has never disappeared. Kahn's strength is far greater than his past self in Amatra. If he were to duel with the Ultramarines Swordmaster Cassandra Orfeo again, Kahn would surely win in the end.

What is even more extraordinary is that while possessing power, Kahn's consciousness remains calm and clear.

This is the most terrifying thing, but even so, Kahn in his strongest state was still unreasonably beaten back by Sigismund again and again.

Kahn didn't understand how Sigismund did it. He was able to restrain the rage of the Blood God under his own will. And what about the Black Knight, what power did he rely on?

He could feel that the other person was even more broken and empty than he was, as if he had reached a state of selflessness and was able to fully bear a force from a higher dimension.

So, that is the power of the Emperor?

No one could tell Kahn, but he just charged towards Sigismund again and again regardless of his injuries. He hoped that this fierce war would remind his old friend of the memories of the fight in the duel pit.

On this point, Sevatar and Kahn actually thought of the same thing. They both wanted to transform Sigismund from a cold-blooded weapon back into the flesh-and-blood warrior he once was.

"Wrath, Sigismund, come alive!"

"Kill me, take revenge on me, chop off my head!!"

Khârn's twin chainsaw axes struck with unrivaled force, and even a casual swing was enough to shred even the most elite World Eaters or Templars.

He did not hold back at all, and each of his attacks went straight to Sigismund's vital parts. Facing such a terrifying black knight, any carelessness or slackness would be courting death.

There was only pure close combat between the two, using sharp swords against heavy axes, and fists against fists.

The Emperor Champion's sword flashed by so quickly that Kahn couldn't even see the other party's sword swinging movements. He was like a ghost, and the axe could only kill living things, but could only pass through ghosts.

Kahn's consecutive slashes missed many times, and he didn't even touch Sigismund's armor. His skills were completely suppressed.

The battle-hardened Kahn was as clumsy as a rookie in front of Sigismund. The champion's black sword could accurately block the heavy blows of the chainsaw axe every time. The crisp sound of the swords colliding with each other proved that the battle had never stopped.

The loud sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the battlefield, stirring everyone's soul and inspiring them to attack the enemy.

The black sword pierced Kahn's body at the most tricky angle, cutting his force joints in order to weaken Kahn's attack in the most efficient way.

The Butcher's Nails in Kahn's head were becoming active due to the intense battle and anger, which almost caused him to break through the mental defenses set up by Angertai and reach the brink of losing control.

Kahn's speed was increasing, his flesh and blood were frantically regenerating themselves to make up for the horrific injuries left by Sigismund.

The battlefield where the two sides fought fiercely was completely destroyed, with collapsed debris everywhere. This did not look like the damage caused by two Astartes, but rather the result of the divine machines fighting each other.

Kahn and Sigismund kept colliding, destroying any obstacles like a walking disaster on the battlefield. Even Angerte and Sevatar could not intervene in the fight between the two.

Kahn was chopped back repeatedly by the furious swordsman. He slammed into a scrapped armored vehicle, and his armor sank deeply into the metal wreckage.

With all his muscles exerting force, Kahn grabbed the upper turret of the destroyed Leman Russ tank, tore it off, and threw it towards the black-armored monster in front of him.

Sigismund used his sword to split the turret that was attacking at the speed of sound. The wreckage of the war vehicle made of ceramic steel and adamantium could not even stop the Emperor's champion for a moment.

Kahn saw countless phantoms in Sigismund. The final outcome of those warriors who believed in the Emperor was to become as unyielding, fanatical, and never-giving-up as he was.

"What the hell, I, a guy who betrayed the empire, still have my own thoughts and likes and dislikes, but Sigismund is so broken and empty."

Kahn cursed and tried to block, but Sigismund cut the tendon in his left hand again, causing one of his arms to hang limply at his side.

Hot blood flowed down Kahn's arms, and a large amount of sweat gushed out, blurring his vision.

The World Eater was ultimately unable to defeat the Emperor's Champion; his opponent was too perfect, without any compromise or mercy.

His heart only beats for swinging the sword and fighting. The seemingly easy blade carries an empty weight and unstoppable speed.

He knew very well that even if he was now completely dominated by the power of the Blood God, he would not be able to defeat the Emperor Champion in front of him.

Sigismund has become a monster even more monstrous than himself, and perhaps only the Daemon Primarch Angron himself could defeat him through sheer crushing force.

Just as Kahn's head was about to be beheaded by the black sword, Angerte threw the imperial guard spear in his hand to block the fatal blow at the cost of being injured by Sevatar's chainsaw halberd.

The black sword slashed on the spear that originally belonged to the imperial guards, and the hard weapon made of shining gold was almost broken into two.

With a clever move, Sigismund twisted the imperial guard's spear away from his sword and sent it flying back in front of Anglete.

The imperial guard's spear, which was almost broken in half, kept shaking as it stuck in the ground. Angletai and Kahn felt their hearts sink to the bottom.

(End of this chapter)