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

Chapter 640 Perturabo: All of them are trash! (Three in one)

Anglethe had never expected that Kahn's defeat would come so quickly.

He knew very well how powerful Kahn was now. Even if the Blood God's bloodthirsty demon encountered Kahn, it would most likely be the World Eater who chopped off the bloodthirsty demon's head.

Kahn was blessed by the Blood God and with his own help, he was able to maintain his sanity.

But such a Kahn was defeated by Sigismund without much suspense, which undoubtedly highlighted Sigismund's terrifyingness.

The Emperor's Champion is so terrifying.

"We still failed, Kahn, just as I told you before."

Anglete lent Kahn his shoulder to lean on so that he could catch his breath and recover his strength quickly.

"No one except the Primarch can defeat Sigismund, not even if we come together.

But even if the Black Knight is defeated, nothing will change. He has become the Emperor's weapon. If there is no Sigismund, there will be Dongismond. "

"A non-renewable weapon is not qualified, no matter how powerful he is. This also means that there will be more and more Astartes like him."

"How have you considered the matter I asked you before? We don't have much time to hesitate and think. This war will end soon."

Kahn struggled to stand up again and spat a mouthful of corrosive acidic saliva onto the ground, which contained a knocked-out tooth.

However, compared with the pain brought by the Butcher's Nails, this was nothing at all. His mind was full of thoughts about Anglete's problem.

He recalled something that Angertai had mentioned to him before: Angertai claimed that this rebellion war would inevitably end with the defeat of Horus, and all their efforts here were meaningless.

"Are you planning to betray the Warmaster and divide our alliance?"

"You want us to abandon our Primarch as well and follow the same path as you?"

In response to Kahn's questioning, Angerte simply nodded in agreement.

"Horus is just a slave of Chaos. Even though he is powerful now, the real power lies in the Four Chaos Gods behind him. Why should we work for him?"

"I know you are still worried about Angron, but he has become the Demon Prince of the Blood God. It is too late.

It would be better for you to consider what your Legion should do in the future, whether to continue to follow Angron and become the Blood God's servants, or to choose to rely on your own free will. "

"Horus's path has proven to be wrong. He is only walking a dead end. If we want to continue to survive, we must find a new path."

"So I chose to assassinate and exile Lorgar, because all he wanted was to replace Horus and become another puppet and slave, which was also a dead end."

Kahn suddenly swung out his Bloodfather, and the roaring chainsaw spewed out thick smoke of promethium fuel, instantly tearing apart an Eldar Assault Scorpion Warrior who pounced from the shadows.

The alien, who thought he was hiding well, had not yet reacted before he was completely shattered into a pile of meat paste.

It would be fine if Sigismund couldn't defeat them, but who the hell are these Eldar aliens active on the battlefield, to dare to provoke him?

Kahn had been thinking about Angerte's advice in his heart, and was also reflecting on whether his decision to let the legion be branded with the Butcher's Nails was right or wrong.

And when he watched Angertai stabbing the ritual dagger into Lorgar's heart while crying on Ullanor, Kahn suddenly woke up.

The Legiones Astartes might not necessarily need a Primarch, especially one like Angron, who surrendered and bowed to the Blood God. Is such a person still qualified to be followed by them?

Angerte planted a seed of doubt in Kahn's heart, and this seed quickly took root and sprouted in Kahn's broken heart. He might not even be aware that when doubt begins to grow, betrayal is bound to come.

Looking at Sigismund and Sevatar approaching in front of him, Kahn suddenly felt it was absurd and ridiculous. Yes, what could they get in return for their bloodshed and sacrifice here, the tears of the Primarch, or the encouragement of the Warmaster?

Everything they did was meaningless, nothing more than the result of blind obedience to their primarch in their genes and the abominable power of the evil god in their broken hearts.

Why would the World Eaters fight the Empire to the death? They were merely following Angron, fighting because of his hatred for the Empire, killing to vent their bloodlust.

Angerthe's words seemed to wake Kahn up, and the terrifying pressure from Sigismund further catalyzed Kahn's transformation.

The love and dependence he had for Angron in his heart were completely shattered. Such a Primarch was not worthy of their heartfelt love.

On the contrary, the cause mentioned by Angertai is more worthy of their pursuit. This perfect balancer of humans and the warp described to Kahn a future where humans and chaos live in harmony.

The subspace cannot be separated from the nourishment of intelligent life, and humans cannot be separated from the sea of ​​souls. Once the connection between the human soul and the subspace is severed, the soul will slowly dry up and die like rootless water.

"The essence of chaos is disorder, and uncontrolled disorder will lead to destruction."

"Humanity cannot escape the existence of the Warp. The Imperial Truth is just a fragile lie. Humanity should embrace the Warp within limits."

“How to find this critical point and how to achieve a balance between the two is the answer we are looking for.”

In a flash, Kahn had cleared up everything in his mind, and he made his choice at this moment.

"I promise you, brother, we should spend our lives on more meaningful things instead of dying meaninglessly here."

After hearing Kahn's answer, a smile finally appeared on Anglete's face, as warm as the winter sunshine.

The Word Bearer, who always made others feel good about him instinctively, extended his hand to Kahn.

The two powerful hands were tightly clasped together. At this moment, Kahn abandoned his blind pursuit of Angron and devoted himself to the great cause that Angerte had described for him.

The great cause of bringing balance between humanity and the Warp.

"Kahn the Betrayer, you betrayed your genetic father."

"Yes, I betrayed him for a greater purpose. Angron has completely let me down, and we cannot fall into the abyss with him."

Kahn didn't mind at all that Angerte called him a traitor, because he had indeed betrayed his original identity.

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and I have no regrets about what I have done," Kahn replied.

"In this case, from now on there will no longer be the Word Bearers Legion and the World Eaters Legion, and this new entity can perhaps be named - the Chaos Legion."

Sigismund's black sword was close at hand, ready to put an end to the two losers once and for all.

The Black Knight didn't expect that it was precisely because of his tremendous pressure that forced Kahn to make a choice and transformation.

There is no more Khârn the World Eater, only Khârn the Betrayer from the Chaos Legion.

Angelte used his powerful psychic power to lock the Black Knight's steps. With the help of his demon brother Ram, the time in this area was even distorted and changed, and no longer flowed in the original linear direction.

"We have no intention of continuing to fight you here, Champion of the Emperor, for from this moment on we are no longer on opposing sides."

Angerte spoke softly to Sigismund, who was standing close before him, without any hostility in his eyes.

The double blockade of psychic energy and time could not completely stop Sigismund. His figure was still moving forward unwaveringly. The great will in his body gave the Black Knight the ability to break all shackles.

"The Emperor always stands on the side of humanity. He loves humanity more than himself. He created the Astartes to become bloodless and tearless weapons to protect humanity."

"And my goal is also for humanity. Perhaps you don't believe the nonsense of us 'traitors', but I must tell you that what we say is true."

"I will find a way to coexist, a path the Emperor did not choose, and I want to see if it can come true."

Sevatar looked at Angerte and Kahn in front of him with a lunatic look, as if these two guys had figured out their amazing wisdom?

In this peak confrontation between the Astartes, only Sevatar felt confused.

Sigismund, Kahn, and Angerte were all old acquaintances who had forged friendships in the dueling pit of the World Eaters flagship, the Conqueror. He was the only one who had not experienced that kind of stupid and bloody fight to the death.

Due to the harmonious relationship of "brotherhood and respect" within the Night Lords, Sevatar rarely experienced that kind of pure and unmixed brotherhood.

And due to the bad reputation of the Legion, there were no Astartes outside the Eighth Legion who had developed such a deep bond with them like "chain brothers".

But not having it doesn't mean I don't envy you. Sevatar is a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He seems harsh and mean, and acts overbearingly, but in fact, under that fierce appearance, he has a very soft heart.

Even when he was rescued from the Dark Angels' Indomitable Truth by Curze, he stubbornly took along Atani, the underage astropath who had once opened her heart to him and possessed an extremely powerful psychic talent.

Because he knew that he could just walk away, but Atani would definitely be tortured by those crazy dark angels, or even tortured to death.

And now, when Sevatar saw the three people in front of him actually starting to talk to each other, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Especially when Sigismund, whom he had been trying to persuade for a long time, actually started talking to Angerte and Kahn while fighting, which made him feel helpless as if he was the one who came here first, so why did it turn out like this.

You take me with you when you fight, but you don’t take me with you when you chat and have conversations?

Sevatar really wanted to just leave. Wasn’t Sigismund a good fighter? So he decided to fight him one on two and see if Kahn would chop off his head.

But then he changed his mind and thought that with Sigismund's current monstrous level of martial arts, he might be able to fight two people at once and defeat Kahn and Angerte.

"You two bastards, if you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, then don't fight?"

"Did you ask me if I agree?"

Sevatar raised his chainsaw halberd and pointed it at Angerte in front of him. The Prince of Crows has always been proud of his psychic strength.

But when Angelte, a guy who had always been very low-key, released his spiritual power to slow down the time around him, he realized that this guy was indeed not easy to deal with.

If we really had to rank all the Astartes in terms of combat power, Anglete might be able to rank in the top ten, and in a life-and-death struggle he could even make it into the top five.

After all, as a perfect enchanted warrior, this guy is not on an equal footing with other Astartes.

Angertai issued an evacuation order to all Word Bearers within the defense line, and Kahn also ordered all World Eaters under his command to evacuate together.

What was originally a blocking battle instantly turned into a rebel retreat.

Those Word Bearers who were still fighting the Imperial Fists and the Night Lords immediately gathered around Angertai, and about two-thirds of the World Eaters obeyed Khârn.

As for the remaining one third of the World Eaters who had been driven mad by the Butcher's Nails, everyone had already given up on them.

"Sevata, you are a lucky guy." Hearing the curse from the Prince of Crows, Angelte still looked calm and relaxed. When he looked at Sevata, there was a clear gleam in his eyes.

"Your fate has changed, and so has Conrad Curze's. Your fates have both been reversed with the arrival of that person. No one can claim that they can foresee the future, right?"

Hearing the other party's words, Sevatar's heart suddenly shrank.

As Curze's proudest son, he also inherited the terrifying gift of prophecy. Curze even summoned the think tanks within the Legion to try to suppress his psychic gift, hoping to gradually weaken it over time. In the fragments of the future he saw, the Night Haunter's ultimate fate was to be killed, but he didn't understand who could kill the Night Haunter.

"Wait, explain it to me before you leave!"

Angerte's psychic power suppressed Prince of Crows and Sigismund. Although it could only last for a very short time, he still did it.

"We leave our position to you. The road to Terra is now clear."

"The Iron Warriors, Emperor's Children, Alpha Legions, and Thousand Sons, they don't know what's happening here yet. If you act fast enough, you should be able to inflict a heavy blow to these legions."

"We will meet again in the future. I just hope that we can sit down and talk calmly then."

Angertai only said a final farewell and teleported back to the flagship Triumvirate with all his confidants. Then they started the engine as quickly as possible and directly broke away from the blocking line designed by Perturabo.

Sevatar could only watch them retreat, and even Sigismund had no choice but to put down the black sword in his hand. The enemies had already fled, so how could they catch up with them?

In order to stop Lion Johnson's reinforcements from heading for Terra, Perturabo allocated almost every bit of strength in his hands to the extreme.

The ships of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters went into retreat. They didn't care about the lives of their allies on the defense line at all, they just lowered their firepower and transferred all the power to the engines.

This was a change that affected the entire body. What retreated from the front line were not just one or two battleships, but two fucking legions of battleships.

Compared to the Thousand Sons Legion, the Alpha Legion and other legions that suffered heavy losses in previous wars, the Word Bearers have always been an important part of the rebels.

You should know that at the beginning the number of the Word Bearers Legion even exceeded 20, which was the largest number after the Ultramarines.

The defense line, which had been barely holding on, collapsed in an instant.

The strategic stalemate was suddenly broken. Although Ryan Johnson didn't understand why the traitor suddenly revealed such a big flaw, his strategic command ability would definitely not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"The whole army attacks!"

"Break through the defenses of these traitors. I don't want casualties, I only want Terra!"

Under the Lion's strong command, the Dark Angels' army immediately burst out with all their firepower. The New Caliban, Sky Eagle and Angel's Tear tore through the Iron Warriors' defenses like the sharpest bayonets.

On the battlefield, defeat is often the most terrifying thing. When the trend is formed, even those who are not affected will blindly follow the crowd and react.

Especially in the space battlefield where command signals were severely interfered with, which was complicated and tense, the rebels, who were already demoralized and undercurrents were surging, were immediately ignited with explosives.

When the first warship chose to flee out of fear, the other warships also broke the constraints of military orders. The wrath of the Dark Angels made them miserable, and now when they saw that the situation was not right, they immediately thought of escaping.

There were even some warships of the Emperor's Children and the Thousand Sons Legion, who, in order to open up an escape route for themselves after the defeat, did not hesitate to use their warships' macrocannons and torpedoes to destroy the Iron Warriors warships that stood in their way.

Chaos descended upon the rebel camp, and the losses they inflicted were even greater than those they had suffered in their battles with the Empire.

Perturabo, who was at the forefront of Terra at the moment, commanding the siege and landing operations, instantly became furious. He received the battle report from the rear at the first opportunity through the thinking cable installed on his head.

The rout caused by those who disobeyed orders was irreversible.

"Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on? Why did the Word Bearers and the World Eaters withdraw from the battle line I set up? My brilliant deployment should theoretically delay the Dark Angels for at least three months? Why?"

"The enemy attacks and I defend, the advantage is mine!"

"Trash, all trash, why on earth should I form an alliance with trash like you?"

When a warsmith was reporting more details with great trepidation, Perturabo punched the conscientious commander into the battleship's armor.

Blood flowed out from the shattered power armor, and the war blacksmith was already breathing heavily, but no one dared to rush forward to rescue him.

"Stop it, stop it at all costs. We haven't been able to capture the walls of the Terra Palace yet, otherwise all our efforts will be wasted!"

A massive space naval battle broke out in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.

Due to the withdrawal of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters, large areas of key strategic locations were instantly caught in a defensive vacuum. Angertai did not even take with him many of the mortal cultists who followed them, and evacuated directly on board the ships.

Let's go back to before Anglete ordered the retreat.

Angertai and Kahn only issued the order to retreat to the legion's direct subordinates. As for the space pirates, mortal cultists, mutants and sub-humans who were attached to them, they were not included at all.

After all, they only have a short window to retreat. If they are discovered by Perturabo, they will most likely be pursued by the Iron Lord in anger. After all, in the eyes of the other party, this is a naked act of betrayal.

The Primarch's sensitivity to data was simply outrageous. Even if there was an error among billions of numbers, Perturabo could rely on the Primarch's extraordinary brain to find it accurately and quickly.

Angertai also took advantage of the time difference, and while the enemy was deeply involved in the siege of Terra and could not be distracted, he directly escaped with his direct troops.

All the war vehicles and supplies that remained on the surface were abandoned in order to reduce the evacuation time.

After all, the actions of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters could not be small, and many mortal servants with a keen sense of smell, as well as the Astartes stationed with other legions, became suspicious.

However, they were responded by the iron fists and explosive bombs of their allies. Those mortals who realized something was wrong and wanted to escape with them died miserably at the hands of the Space Marines they had always been loyal to and followed.

The World Eaters showed no mercy, and they tore their followers apart with extremely cruel means.

The chainsaw sword shredded the flesh, bones and internal organs. The blood splattered everywhere under the action of the blood pressure in the body. Many World Eaters took the opportunity to vent their anger and even forcibly pulled out the spinal cords of the mortals around them.

After all the crew members were on board, Anglete immediately ordered the fleet to sail towards Point Mandeville, trying to avoid the main force of Ryan Johnson's support fleet as much as possible.

"Pass on my orders, fire anti-ship torpedoes at the Iron Warriors' defenses, and destroy all their stocks!"

"Package and send the Iron Warriors' troop deployment and warship data to them, and tell Ryan Johnson that we have no intention of participating in this war again. These detailed data are our toll."

"Let the lion decide whether to alert the enemy and waste time fighting with us, or to seize the opportunity to attack Perturabo's exposed vital points. He will make a wise choice."

"Raise our void shield, inject all the remaining power into the engine, and move forward at full speed."

A series of orders were passed down, with Angertai standing on the bridge command platform of the Trinitarian, while Kahn of the World Eaters stood aside, watching the retreat together.

Between these two close comrades, it has always been Anglethe who makes the decisions and Kahn who is responsible for the implementation.

Ang is cunning and brutal, Ka is brutal and cunning.

The two men, who have completely jumped out of the barriers of Astartes thought, are determined to leave this meaningless rebellion war and truly pursue the answers they want.

The originally eerie and terrifying Triskelion was thoroughly cleansed by Angertai. All traces of blasphemous chaos runes were wiped out, and the subspace creatures roaming in the dark corners of the warship were also hunted down by the enchanted warriors.

The new Lord of the Word Bearers never chose to side with the Warp. He advocated putting himself first and the power of the Warp second. The fleet was his territory, and those beggars from the Warp had better stay away.

Candles made of human fat were lit in the cabin of the Trisapacor, and the lights illuminated the dark cabin. The cleaning robots that came and went kept the place spotless, making it look even cleaner and tidier than the Empire's warships.

As usual, Angertai strengthened Kahn's mental defenses. The Blood God left an anchor on his body, and he was unable to remove it. This was the only way to prevent Kahn from turning into a bloodthirsty and murderous madman.

"We abandoned Angron. He is now creating endless bloodshed and slaughter on Terra to please the Blood God. He will be immersed in this for the rest of his life. Apart from this, he will have no other distractions or thoughts."

"He is just a slave, a slave of the Blood God, and he wants us to become slaves too. If he has even the slightest thought of resisting, I will follow him to the end."

Kahn's emotions were very complicated. He used to admire and love Angron so much. It was he who persuaded Angron to calm down after the Lord of Red Sand killed all the leaders of the War Dogs.

It was also he who had the pharmacist Garlan Surak implant inferior versions of the Butcher's Nails into the war dogs in batches in order to allow the soldiers of the Legion to empathize with the pain of the Gene-Father and strengthen the bond between them and Angron.

"I think of Kiel, the best of the legionaries, who was torn to pieces by Angron. I think of Locke, whose sarcophagus I saw being dug out and stomped into pulp by Angron during the Battle of Nuceria."

The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred it will turn into when it is reversed.

Kahn did not hide his past thoughts because it was meaningless.

"It is only now that I realize that the most important thing I should have done was to kill Angron once and for all. This was the strongest wish of my Gene Father, but I have been foolishly trying to please the Blood God who made him what he is now."

“It was my mistake.”

"It's not too late for you to understand now, brother. I will also do my best to help you achieve this goal, just as you unconditionally support me."

Angelte patted Kahn's shoulder armor gently, while in his mind, the mumbling of his companion demon brother Ram continued to come.

"My brother, I have advised you not to do this. Although you can block the sight of the Lord of Brass to a certain extent, He will definitely not give up."

"The Blood God will mark your existence. From now on, any warrior who believes in the Blood God will make taking your head their highest goal."

"I know, Ram, I know everything." Angertai comforted him. He knew the good intentions of his demon brother. "The Brass Hound will keep tracking me, but so what?"

"Since I have embarked on this path, I have naturally prepared myself to die. For the sake of humanity's coexistence with Chaos in the future, I will not fear any existential threat, even the Blood God."

The demon Ram fell silent. It was arrogant, but also really cool. Wasn't it because it was conquered by Angeltai's personal charm that it was loyal to him wholeheartedly?
Is there anything more exciting than going to war with the Blood God? Ram didn't know, but he swore that no one could hurt Angertai unless they stepped on his corpse.

They are brothers, and they both understood this fact when they first merged together.

The massive fleet formed by the Word Bearers and the World Eaters passed by the Imperial support fleet.

Just as Angertai had expected, Ryan Johnson chose the latter without hesitation between destroying them and destroying the Iron Warriors' defense line.

Destroying the former would only be a slight vent of anger, while destroying the latter would obviously cause a devastating blow to the entire battle situation. Ryan knew very well which one was more profitable.

There was only a rustling sound in the communication channel. The Imperial Fleet seemed to be blind and completely ignored the Triumvirate not far away.

"The greatest value of our allies is to be sold out, isn't it?"

"Perturabo will appreciate our gift."

Angertai looked at the burning rebel camp. The anti-ship torpedo attacks from the World Eaters and the Word Bearers were so effective that they had not even expected the attack would come from their allies.

Trust collapsed instantly. Now that the World Eaters and the Word Bearers had betrayed them again, who could they trust completely?

Faced with the terrifying attack of the Dark Angels' massive fleet, the remaining legions could only choose to protect themselves first and turn a deaf ear to the crazy threats from the Lord of Iron.

The rebels who were loyal to Chaos were now being bitten back by the chaos.

　Kahn and Anglete are fascinating characters who should be given more opportunities to play.

　　After Mortarion's misfortune, Perturabo is also going to be unlucky.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)