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

Chapter 642: Killing the Crazy Sanguinius (Three in One)

As the most low-key among the Primarchs, although many brothers have always heard of Sanguinius's power, no one knows exactly how strong he is, or whether he is stronger than themselves.

After all, eighty percent of the Primarchs believed themselves to be stronger than the vast majority of their brothers, while the remaining twenty percent believed themselves to be stronger than all of them.

Sanguinius had almost no bad relations with anyone among the Primarchs. Even if they were not close, they were definitely not hostile to each other.

When seeing the perfect face of the Archangel, even someone as hot-tempered as Angron or as stubborn as Perturabo would temporarily calm down and maintain their composure.

“Perhaps in this war, Sanguinius will be able to let everyone know who is the strongest Primarch.” Roche murmured to himself, “Just before the decisive battle with Horus that he mentioned before.”

"Although the direction of fate can be changed in small-scale branches, the general direction is extremely difficult to change. Even if I made so many changes, the Siege of Terra still happened, and the Emperor had to face Horus in the end."

He knew in detail the battle records of all the Primarchs. This low-key Lord of Angels once personally exiled the bloodthirsty demon Kabanha and the Great Keeper of Secrets Keris in the Signus system.

And in the Battle of Betagarmon, when Sanguinius descended from the sky and single-handedly defeated the rebel Emperor-class Titan "Axis of the World", Roche knew in his heart that although they were both Primarchs, the gap in strength between them could be huge.

The dark demon army surged in like a tide, and the extremely pungent and foul smell blended into the storm, tormenting every human sense.

At this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, the number of demons and rebels almost connected the land and the sky together, and even the horizon at the end of the sight disappeared.

The sky grew dim, and violent lightning briefly illuminated everything, only to disappear without a trace a few tenths of a second later.

The blood rain was pouring down, the plague rain summoned by Rain Father Rotigus was pouring on the energy shield of the Lion's Gate city wall. Even without contact, it still gave people a weak feeling of illness and decay.

However, the archangel rushed out without hesitation. He jumped directly down from the thousand-meter-high city wall, allowing gravity to drag him down rapidly.

His long golden hair fluttered in perfect white wings, and the gorgeous golden armor dotted with giant rubies released a radiance like the sun.

He was like a walking sun.

In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze, and every human heart stopped beating. The only thing left was the holy angel that was rapidly flapping its wings and rising up.

When the end of the world comes, angels will ascend to heaven and shield the world with their wings and swords.

Radon and all the Sons of Sanguinius knelt on the city wall, and Azkaelon also had tears in his eyes. The countdown in his heart was getting closer and closer. That would be the day they would part with the Father of Genes.

"In the name of Holy Blood, we shall be invincible and unstoppable."

"May we be worthy of the blood of Sanguinius."

Under the gaze of billions of humans, Sanguinius' speed increased, leaving a trail of Mach rings behind him. He held the Scarlet Sword in his right hand and the Spear of Bigong in his left hand, and rushed towards the rebels with infinite determination.

"My brothers and sisters." Sanguinius' voice echoed across the sky, and every human could hear the Archangel's words.

"I know you see me as a demigod, brave and fearless, selfless and impartial."

"The part of my body that belongs to the Primarch, the part that is regarded as a demigod, has a strong desire to continue its life. It urges me to leave this battlefield and find a peaceful place."

"But I am still a human being. The human part of me asks me to stay. I must stand with you because we are all human beings, and we are all indomitable human beings."

"Even I do not have the courage of immortality. If death is inevitable in my future, then I choose to die here, before the walls of Lion's Gate, under your gaze, only because my death will bring you anger and courage."

"If someone has to fight, if someone has to die, it has to be me, and I will fight until the very end."

Sanguinius had turned into a stream of light. He fell at an incredible speed and then penetrated a warlord-class Titan walking on the ground.

The furious divine machine was easily harvested like weeds on the roadside, and this was just a random attack from Sanguinius.

Countless humans cheered for this, praising the bravery of the Angel Lord and singing the praises of his great power.

Angron also vibrated the blood wings behind him, holding the eight-meter-long black blade in his hand, and rushed towards his brother driven by endless rage and pain.

However, Kabanha, who had fought the angel many times, suddenly grabbed Angron from behind and used the force to fly towards Sanguinius.

The desire to possess the Archangel did not allow it to give the plan of the first fight to Angron.

It must first fight Sanguinius and kill more Blood Angels in order to win this most precious Primarch for the Blood God.

The Lord of Red Sand was roaring and cursing madly, but before he could say a few more words, Kabanha, who had just flown up with the force of the force, was nailed to the ground by the Spear of Bigong thrown by Sanguinius.

This powerful bloodthirsty demon was nailed to the spot from head to toe in an extremely humiliating posture. The Spear of Bi Gong, which exuded violent psychic power, destroyed its body and evaporated everything.

The tail end of the Spear of Bigong was still trembling, but most of it had already sunk into Kabanha's body.

Kabanha looked at this scene in disbelief. Back in the Signus galaxy, it had fought back and forth with Sanguinius. How come now...

"It is the power of bloodthirst and black rage. Sanguinius harnesses these two primal forces. This is the curse of the Warp, but also the blessing of the Warp."

Luo Xi looked at this scene and said slowly.

Sanguinius fell rapidly, and in an instant he appeared behind Kabanha who was pinned down. He bypassed the dying struggle of the bloodthirsty demon and stabbed him in the back with the Scarlet Sword, ending his miserable life.

The sword light shining with decomposition field and psychic power easily cut off Kabanha's hideous and terrifying head. The face with winding horns and dense scales came closer to the archangel than ever before.

Even though his head was chopped off, Kabanha's tenacious vitality still did not completely kill him.

It was still roaring and babbleing incessantly until it was picked up high by the Great Angel's Spear of Bigong, and then it closed its mouth in shame under the gaze of thousands of demons.

The wanton laughter of the Lord of Brass echoed in the ears of all demons. He didn't care who killed whom. As long as the head fell to the ground, the Blood God would bestow his blessing.

"Get away from me, you lowly coward!"

However, the Angel of Baal paid no attention to Khorne and directly rejected the scarlet power that surged from Kabanha's body.

He used the psychic beam of the Spear of the Dead to destroy the opponent's body, and then faced Angron's black blade head-on. Angras the Unbound swung the brass axe from the side, attacking Sanguinius' neck.

It’s not that Angras was unwilling to attack Sanguinius from behind, but all the great demons knew that the Four Gods were paying close attention to the war here at the moment.

As for the sneak attack from behind, once the Blood God noticed it, Angras couldn't help but feel a trembling from the bottom of his heart.

Sanguinius was acutely aware of the traitors' constraints, so he blocked Angron with the Spear of Bigong, and then turned around and chopped Angron to death with a sword.

Yes, with just one sword, the scarlet troll, whose size was even bigger than Kabanha, was unreasonably split into two halves by Sanguinius. A large amount of blood, flesh and internal organs gushed out from the cracks, dyeing the entire earth red.

"What a monster, my brother." The Wolf King couldn't help but mutter to himself. He asked himself that even if he had the Spear of Dionysus, he would not be able to kill the bloodthirsty demon so violently and brutally.

Leman Russ's bravery can be understood with common sense, but what about Sanguinius? He is almost the embodiment of the word unstoppable.

After dealing with the disturbing minions, Sanguinius finally faced Angron head-on. The two former brothers were about to engage in a brutal fight.

Sanguinius used iron-blooded means to successively kill Kabanha and Angras, which made many bloodthirsty demons hesitate.

It is true that they are brave, but that doesn't mean they are brainless.

They were weighing the strength comparison between themselves and Kabanha in their minds, but were horrified to find that if they rushed forward, they would probably suffer the same fate.

On the brass throne lies the bloodthirsty demon, one of the strongest fighters under the Blood God. Why would he be killed like a chicken by the son of the cursed one?

Why? Why?
You are cheating!
Many of the Blood God's followers remembered Lorgar the Great Bearer who had fought against Angras before. He was also a Primarch, but he paid a heavy price to defeat and exile Angras.

We are both Primarchs, why are you so perverted?
Sanguinius flapped his wings behind him and stood alone between the surging demon army and the Lion's Gate behind him.

In front of him, even the elite demon army of the Blood God could only stop temporarily, and the bloodthirsty demons were also frightened and looked sideways.

Azkaelon and Raldoron cheered for their father at the top of their lungs, not caring if their voices became hoarse. Only Sanguinius possessed such power, and no one, not even the other Primarchs, could match him.

Only Angron had no fear of this, or perhaps, under the enslavement and torture of the Butcher's Nails, he no longer knew what fear was.

Angron was laughing wildly, his laughter was so intense and violent that blood began to seep out of his mouth. The hard scales and sharp teeth on the surface of his skin fell onto the rusty ground.

The Butcher's Nails temporarily reduced the torture on him, so that the Lord of Red Sand could concentrate all his will and better fight with Sanguinius.

Even this abominable psychic creation is continuously releasing special psychic compounds that can enhance Angron's combat effectiveness.

"Fight, Angron..."

"Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

"Let him be my champion, the blood champion..."

Endless whispers tormented Angron's brain like the roar of brass, and his remaining sanity drifted back and forth like leaves in a raging sea of ​​terror, ready to capsize completely at any time.

He surrendered to the infinitely powerful will, followed the guidance of the Blood God, and shouted a resounding battle cry.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Angron began to charge at Sanguinius, his size growing with every step.

The vast amount of blood shed on the battlefield and the fighting spirit of hundreds of millions of dead soldiers all provide strength to the Lord of Red Sand.

By the time he reached Sanguinius, Angron had swelled to a size comparable to that of a warlord-class Titan.

At the rear artillery position of the Lion's Gate, a General Oberon cannon locked onto the target. This horrific weapon, which could destroy a city with a single shot, was the sharpest spearhead, enough to inflict a devastating blow to any object on the ground.

Even an Emperor-class Titan cannot fully withstand the full damage of this supernova cannon. The void shields will collapse instantly and the armor will not even last for a millisecond.

At the same time, some of the pacifiers stationed on the high ground inside the palace began firing at Angron.

These dangerous weapons that can eject violent plasma can also destroy cities, but compared to the General Cannon, the Pacificator's killing range is much larger.

Dazzling white light like a supernova bombarded Angron's body, and continuous blue-purple plasma then hit the surroundings of the demon primarch, creating terrifying shock waves and scorching high temperatures to kill the enemy.

Sanguinius released a psychic shield to block the aftermath. His hair and wings swayed in the violent energy vortex, but his body did not move at all.

The bombing even changed the terrain of the battlefield. The originally flattened plains instantly turned into canyons and deep basins.

The molten rock transformed into a vibrant river of color, while Angron remained unshaken amidst the blazing flames. Was he dead? Was the bloodthirsty demon slain?
However, when the dull sound of footsteps was heard again in the purgatory-like pit, everyone fell silent.

The Blood God's champion only looked a little dusty on the surface. The molten crystals stuck to his extremely rough scarlet skin, and after cooling down, they were shaken off to the ground by the violent vibrations.

Angron looked at the Empire's defenses provocatively, then burst into a demonstrative roar.

"Just as we expected, long-range weapons can't kill him. The Blood God has given him the ability to be immune to any long-range damage." Luo Xi sighed.

If it were those ordinary Khorne demons, perhaps it would just reduce some ranged damage, but now Angron is right under Khorne's nose, and the blood god will naturally not be stingy with this little help.

Sanguinius moved, and the next moment he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Even the extremely terrifying body of the Demon Primarch could not be completely immune to the sharpness of the Scarlet Sword. Most of his extremely ugly face was cut off. The knotted brass muscles kept wriggling, trying to heal the skin back.

The Spear of Bigong pierced Angron's heart, and the Scarlet Sword instantly cut off one of his arms. However, these injuries, which would have been completely fatal to mortals, were nothing to Angron.

In the midst of endless rage, his flesh and blood quickly regenerated itself, and the squirming granulations entangled with each other, forming a thick muscle layer and epidermis layer. Except for the scales that were scraped off, there was no trace left.

Sanguinius swooped down again and performed a similar operation to Kabanha. The Spear of Bigon pierced his flesh, but Angron simply pulled the Spear of Bigon out of his body with a grim smile on his face and threw it at Sanguinius instead.

The archangel showed no fear. The power of black rage and blood thirst kept boiling in his body. He stretched out his hand to grab the Spear of Bigong back, then increased his speed and rushed towards the Titan-like Angron.

The opponent's size has indeed increased, but this also means that his flexibility will be affected.

One was the Holy Angel of the Empire, the other was the Red Sand Angel of the Blood God. The two Primarchs began to fight on the battlefield.

Angron completely gave up on protecting himself and adopted a life-and-death fighting style to compete with Sanguinius on the thickness of his health bar. His speed was completely unable to catch up with Sanguinius, so he could only use this rogue method.

The archangel's sword cut his throat, almost reaching his spine and chopping off his head directly. The Lord of Red Sand stretched out his left hand regardless and grabbed Sanguinius' neck.

He grabbed the black blade with his right hand and stabbed it madly towards Sanguinius's abdomen. The eight-meter-long blade was like a brass pillar to Sanguinius. The archangel struggled hard and barely dodged it.

The huge black blade moved quickly under Angron's tremendous power, forcing Sanguinius to dodge continuously. Angron seemed to taste the taste of victory, and his violent roar shook Sanguinius' chest violently.

"Hark! The dying angels are singing!"

The next second, Sanguinius flapped his wings and passed through the death field opened by the black blade at an incredible angle. Then he came to the back of the opponent's head and directly inserted the Spear of Bigong and the Scarlet Sword into it.

Angron suddenly roared in rage and almost lost his grip on the black blade in his hand.

"Yeah, the dying angel is helping you pull the nails out, thank me, brother."

"Listen to the funeral song I sing for you."

With his free hands, Sanguinius grabbed the Butcher's Nail, which was like a thin cable, and suddenly exerted force with all his muscles and power armor.

The magnified blasphemous object was just grasped by the Archangel's hands, and then the Primarch exerted mad strength and forcibly pulled out the nail that tortured Angron.

The outer layer of the Butcher's Nail cable and the inner nail body were exposed to the air along with a teeth-grinding sound.

In an instant, a large amount of brain matter, nerves and even an eyeball were pulled out and held tightly in his hand.

Angron's life force was instantly fading. He tried hard to get Sanguinius to move away, but he could not grasp the angel's agility.

"Don't you hate your nails? Why are you resisting when I help you take them out?"

"Why are you willing to become a slave of the Blood God? Didn't you always say that you are not a slave? Why don't you want to die?"

The blood-soaked archangel turned Angron's brain into a paste, and the ferocious beast finally died and fell to the ground.

The Empire erupted in an earth-shaking roar, even dispersing the flying drones in the sky. Sanguinius, with unrivaled force, killed three generals of the Blood God in battle.

"What a waste, Angron."

"You're still such a loser even after becoming a demon. Then why did you become a demon?"

"The Blood God still calls himself the God of War, but Sanguinius easily killed three of his strongest Chaos Daemons. He is just a show-off."

Perturabo observed the outcome of the battle with his own eyes, and the intensive scanning equipment on the Terminator power armor had archived all the battle video records.

The Iron Lord advocates digital and information-based warfare. Just in the past few seconds, he has used his brain, which is more powerful than a supercomputer, to analyze and obtain the specific data of Sanguinius and Angron.

Of course, the results show that his chances of defeating any of them are now less than 0.5%.

“It’s no big deal. No matter how strong an individual is, can he be stronger than the hundreds of millions of troops under my command?

Compared to wisdom, strength is just a humble bonus. I already have something better." Perturabo muttered to himself with some resentment.

Originally, he let Angron be the first to initiate the battle, with the purpose of allowing this demon prince who had already ascended to the devil to shock the will of the imperial defenders, so that they would be afraid and retreat.

"It's the Mechanicus Sage named Roche who is really a bit tricky. The thought seal he and Sage Arkan Rand developed has caused us too much trouble. Everything shouldn't have been so difficult."

As the strategic commander of the rebels, Perturabo naturally studied his enemies thoroughly. He personally dissected and analyzed some prisoners of war and found traces of ideological imprints in their brains.

Perturabo was particularly fascinated by this special technology that could transform the brain and strengthen a specific concept.

He always believed that his descendants were too weak, and the mortals in the legion were also too fragile. If he could use this thought stamping technology, perhaps he could make those wastes useful again.

"Let the Chaos demon army launch the attack first. These despicable warp creatures will pave the way for us. The Iron Warriors, Emperor's Children, Thousand Sons, Death Guard, Alpha Legion, and other scattered legion warriors will follow the Chaos demons and attack."

"Bring the Titan Legion up there, and once the city wall collapses, charge into the palace!"

"The Daemon Engine is ready to be dropped into the core of the battlefield to fight alongside those Warp creatures."

"Don't care about casualties, I just want the palace!"

Perturabo used the data cable on his head to quickly transmit orders. Except for the Sons of Horus Legion, which he could not directly command, all other legions were under his control.

The Iron Lord enjoyed the feeling of domination. Countless Chaos Space Marines and Chaos Daemons were like the musical notes in his hands, rising and falling with the fluctuations of his music.

He felt like a blacksmith, using all the tools in his hands to break down the stubborn defenses of the palace.

He is in control of everything. Unlike in the past when he had to fight endlessly for the Emperor's orders, now he is no longer the dominated, but the ruler.

"Attack, attack, take these damn walls for me, and I will make Rogal Dorn kneel before me and praise my victory."

Thinking of his brother who was as stubborn as a rock, Perturabo's good mood was once again completely disturbed.

"I have been competing with Dorn all my life. If he had never existed, then perhaps I would..."

Perhaps because he was about to completely capture the inner defense of the palace, Perturabo's thoughts diverged somewhat uncontrollably, and he even thought of a timeline in which Dorne did not exist.

"No, without Dorn, all my glory would be missing the most precious witness. Without him, my life would be so dull and boring."

The Iron Lord rejected this idea with great arrogance. He wanted to achieve an absolutely clean victory, a victory without the contamination of the Warp, a victory whose glory would not be criticized, and a fair victory over Rogal Dorn.

Suddenly, Perturabo thought of the pointy-headed Ezekiel Abaddon, the captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus who was not on the battlefield and had asked him for orders to attack the End Wall in the southwest corner of the palace.

Perturabo's mood brightened when he thought of the Son of Horus who thought he was so clever.

This captain, who had great ambition but little talent and whose courage outweighed his ambition, thought that he had not noticed the weakness of the city wall to the southwest of the palace, and he volunteered to attack there himself.

"Abaddon wants to prove that only swords and blood can bring a clean victory. This guy doesn't want to fight alongside other warp creatures and doesn't want to rely on blasphemous warp magic."

"So he took the First Company of the Sons of Horus, as well as the Gastlin Terminators, Katurian Reavers, and the Council of Four Kings to conquer that [Dorn's weakness]."

Out of some evil taste, Perturabo allowed the other party's action. He knew that the weakness there was most likely a trap set by Dorn, but he still let Abaddon fall into that trap.

Millions of Chaos daemons are advancing under Perturabo's command.

The brass steel bulls and scarlet hounds under Khorne charged to the front of the battlefield. Every step taken by countless bloodthirsty vampires left a deep bloody mark on the ground.

Skarbrand, the bloodthirsty demon who was abandoned and exiled by the Blood God, roared and led the charge.

It once ambushed the Blood God because of the Lord of Change's evil taste, which completely angered the Blood God and caused him to be exiled endlessly. It wants to take over the world of the cursed first in order to obtain the forgiveness of the Brass Throne.

Tzeentch's magic army followed closely behind the Blood God's army. They were happy to see these foolish and reckless men bleed and sacrifice their lives, while they could just sit back and reap the benefits.

The four armies of gods and demons came to the city wall despite the almost continuous defensive firepower of the Lion Gate. Then the Empire's Titan machines pressed forward and crushed the subspace demons that came too close.

The Fist of Ultramar of the Sun Titan Legion was the first to charge out, madly releasing the plasma annihilators, volcano cannons, and earthquake cannons on its arms. A large number of death-strike missiles whizzed out from the city behind it, looking for the dangerous demons recorded in the database to kill.

In Horus' camp, the Death Skull Titan Legion, which was still in full condition, accepted the challenge of the Flame Sun Titan Legion without hesitation.

More than one-third of the Titan machines in their legions were assimilated by the power of the Father. These huge metal mountains dragged sticky liquids and continued to move forward, lubricated by countless rotten flesh and bones.

Titans collided with each other, and even those dangerous demons of the warp could not avoid them.

"Send out all your firepower and use up every bullet in your gun, that is loyalty to the Emperor!"

In the Solar Auxiliary Army and Ultramar Auxiliary Army, the commanders and political commissars shouted loudly. Even when facing a doomsday-like enemy, these brave and fearless mortals still fought to the death.

Their lives are too insignificant. Even if they just fire one bullet, they have completed their mission.

Thousands of super-heavy tanks of the Poison Blade type roared and unleashed their full firepower, while the even larger Apocalypse tanks were like walls, blocking those terrifying demons behind them.

Originally, the Chaos Space Marines wanted to get closer and use melta weapons to kill these bulky metal behemoths, but when they got closer, they were horrified to find that these new vehicles called Apocalypse Tanks were covered with terrifying serrations, and after detecting the enemy approaching, they immediately began to spin like meat grinders.

These newly emerged weapons of war are different from their cousins ​​in the Empire in that they are least afraid of close combat. Any enemy who thinks they are too clumsy and inflexible will fall into the trap that has been prepared long ago.

The broken metal and even the flesh and blood on the battlefield were "eaten" by the Apocalypse Tank, turning into reusable materials to repair the damage to itself.

Even Vashtor's demon engines could not escape the fate of being crushed. These ferocious Imperial vehicles, under the control of mortals, hit the rebels as they had never expected.

(End of this chapter)