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

Chapter 726: The War Reignites (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Pluto universe.

As the outermost planet in the solar system, the light from the star has become extremely weak and cold by the time it reaches here.

It seems to be always shrouded in extremely cold environment.

However, since the solar system governor, Pollax, issued an order to build a solar system defense line, even this extremely desolate planet has begun to become lively.

Mars under the management of Belisarius Cawl seemed to be showing a trend of vigorous development.

After believing in the God of All Things, a large number of local scientists on Earth got the opportunity to go to Mars for further studies.

For scientists of this era, luck is on their side.

Mars is home to a variety of cutting-edge technologies that far exceed the imagination of the times. It is simply a holy land for humans who are obsessed with research.

Many human scientists have traveled to Mars under the guise of visiting scholars and further studies.

Later, most of these people chose to stay directly on Mars, a fertile land more suitable for scientific research.

Later, this trend intensified, and even the Earth United Government sent a stern protest, demanding the release of their scientists.

When the scientists who had completed their training on Mars returned reluctantly, they protested seriously to the top government officials, claiming that they had new identities.

"We are priests of the Martian Mechanicus, devout believers of the God of Machines and Om Messiah. Our previous identities are a thing of the past."

"We have committed ourselves to something greater."

"We came back to Earth to support research on behalf of the Martian Mechanicus."

"Under the call of the Great Sage Belisarius Caul, we must promote the overall civilization of mankind, develop together, and make progress together."

The scientists sent by the coalition government have completely transformed into the shape of Mars.

Many officials of the coalition government sighed and realized that they had made a huge mistake.

They originally wanted these scientists to learn as much as possible about the technology and knowledge that Roche had not taught them.

But unexpectedly, these scientists didn't want to come back after they went there, and there was no room for them to turn back.

In the Earth United Government, there are still many people who hold factional ideas.

Although they were forced to merge into one entity by Luo Xi, they still hoped to maintain relative independence.

Luo Xi didn't care about this. He had too many things to do and had no time to intrigue with those senior veterans.

He also believes that as humanity develops, more and more people will realize that everyone is actually a whole.

Luo Xi also doesn't mind giving humans some more space and time to develop on their own.

With the unremitting support of Mars, a large number of giant mining equipment and industrial iron men came to Pluto.

High levels of automation and artificial intelligence are constantly improving productivity, and humans are developing this bridgehead planet in the solar system at an incredible speed.

A large amount of metal materials were re-melted at the ore refining center, and transformed into weapon platforms and orbital space stations through foundries and nanorobots.

A planet-level void shield system stands around the geomagnetic field generator, and weather controllers reshape Pluto's atmospheric environment.

Mortals can even walk freely on the surface of Pluto and breathe natural air without any auxiliary tools.

Polux has moved from his mobile star fortress command center to the war base on Pluto.

He swore an oath to Roche to keep all enemies out of the solar system.

"The enemy fleet is currently roaming the outer edge of the Kuiper Belt. They are constantly searching for loopholes we have exposed, attempting to enter the heart of the solar system."

"But our defense is strong and complete enough. These actions are in vain."

Polux sat upright on a metal chair. His huge size even required the Mechanical Priest to provide a special seat to accommodate him.

Adjutant Field Cyril stood beside Pollax with a serious expression.

He is a veteran who came from the Warhammer universe and underwent Primaris upgrade surgery in this brand new universe.

Unlike Pollax, Cyril had the typical Rogal Dorn style, and there was no sign of relaxation on his face.

"According to the intelligence we received from the Eternals, those warships that jumped directly from the inner solar system, as well as the warships we intercepted and destroyed at the edge of the solar system, were merely their vassal forces."

"Our opponents are good at using cannon fodder to probe our situation."

"But their plan will ultimately fail, because even if they knew the situation, they would be unable to defeat the Imperial Fists' defenses."

"Our father was able to defend Terra, and now we can too."

Cyril said calmly, seemingly without any emotional fluctuation.

"Don't be careless, brother." Pollax slammed his fist on the metal table and advised.

“Arrogance is the beginning of failure.”

"There were approximately twelve thousand Primaris Astartes stationed in the original solar system. Corswain and Sevatar each led a fleet to the unknown universe."

"It wasn't until Lord Roshi returned to Terra with the expeditionary fleet led by Hill that our numbers expanded to around 20,000."

"The Solar System's military strength is still too small. We have always lacked a long enough period of time to rest and expand our forces."

"If it weren't for the Iron Legion as a reinforcement, we wouldn't be able to defend such a vast solar system with just our limited manpower."

Many times, he worried about the pride of these battle-brothers.

Polux prefers to be with the Ultramarines. At least the son of Guilliman is much more restrained in his pride than the son of Dorne.

The Imperial Fists are charged with protecting the entire Solar System, and they are even able to defend the Imperial Palace alongside the Custodes.

With such special treatment, many Imperial Fists warriors are more proud than they imagined.

"Our enemy is very cunning. Although the intensity of the war has decreased recently, this does not mean that the enemy has begun to run out of strength."

“On the contrary, this is the beginning of their major offensive.

The strongest fortresses are often not defeated from the front, but from the corruption that begins to grow in the invisible corners within. "

"Sorry, the Imperial Fists will never be corrupted." Cyril pushed back fearlessly.

Plax suddenly felt the corners of his mouth twitching. The emotional intelligence of these fighting brothers was really tiring.

"Metaphor, it's just a metaphor, understand?"

Pollax tried to describe it in his own language, but found that he could not use his language skills as perfectly as those Ultramarines.

This made him feel a little lost. In fact, he often thought to himself that maybe he was more suitable to be an extreme warrior.

"No need for metaphors. Please use simple, direct language that will not cause ambiguity." Cyril said with a straight face.

"Okay, okay, brother." Pollax said helplessly.

"What I mean is that the enemy might not attack directly, but use other conspiracies and tricks to break through our defenses."

Cyril was silent.

He thought about the possibility that Pollax mentioned and found that there was indeed a considerable probability.

Unknown means are the most troublesome. If the offensive and defensive battles are carried out according to the rules, the Imperial Fists can perfectly perform their duties.

But now, they have no accurate information about how many methods their enemies have.

"Not long ago, the mechanical priests of Mars informed us of an important news."

Polux flipped the data pad in his hand, a habit he had learned from Guilliman. The tradition of the Imperial Fists preferred to use physical objects such as parchment.

"Their long-range scanning systems and space laboratories detected a strong gravitational reaction in the outer reaches of the solar system."

"Although it's only a momentary gravitational fluctuation, it should alert us."

"The strength of that gravity even exceeds the combined gravity of the entire solar system."

Polux has always had a hunch that the enemy this time is likely to use some unexpected gravitational weapon as a killer weapon to break through the sun's defense line in one fell swoop.

But he didn't know what could have such an effect.

According to the mechanical priests of Mars, this phenomenon is impossible unless the enemy smashes a neutron star or a complete black hole into the solar system.

Even during the Horus Heresy, the intensity of the war between the Imperium of Man and the rebels only reached the stellar level.

The Empire and the Rebellion would often directly attack the stars where the other side's defenses were located, using the power of this most common, yet extremely deadly celestial body in the universe to quickly end the war.

For example, during the Battle of Calth, Roche had witnessed the Word Bearers using fleet bombardments and vicious Warp sorcery to accelerate the supernova transformation of Calth's sun.

However, black holes and neutron stars that exist in the universe are, in most cases, the default blank areas on the battlefield for both warring parties.

Even the demons of the warp, their bodies in the material world cannot withstand the terrifying pressure of a neutron star.

This is an absolute death zone for most lives.

"We must think carefully. What should we do if our enemy really has the ability to smash a neutron star into our defense line?"

"Even our most powerful battleship: the Thundercloud-class planetary battleship cannot defeat a neutron star that can be controlled."

"Since the enemy has the means to launch a neutron star onto the battlefield, they certainly won't use it as a one-time suicide weapon."

"Because if it's just a one-time thing, then dragging the neutron star's resources is enough to complete a larger offensive."

"Cyril, if it were you, how would you fight against a neutron star heading towards you?"

Pollax threw this difficult problem to his adjutant.

Field Cyril, a veteran of the Imperial Fists, fought from the beginning of the Horus Heresy to the end of the Siege of Terra.

His expression was normal, but his teeth were clenched tightly together.

The masseter muscles on the Imperial Fist's cheeks were as taut as tangled steel cables, and the teeth that were powerful enough to crush ceramic steel showed signs of breaking.

Calm down, Cyril, nothing can bring you to your knees, nothing is unsolvable.

The adjutant was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart. Polux, relying on his height advantage, saw a dense white smoke rising from the other party's head.

"Cyril, we are Astartes, but we can't do everything."

Polux spoke out, trying to soothe his lieutenant.

He was too stubborn and would rather bite his teeth to pieces than say no.

"Admit it, we can't do anything about that neutron star."

"No, we can use warships to launch suicide attacks. Neutron stars can only survive if they have sufficient mass."

"The upper limit of neutron stars under natural conditions is determined by the Oppenheimer limit, while the lower limit is determined by the Chandrasekhar limit."

"A neutron star that exceeds this limit will either degenerate into a white dwarf or collapse into a black hole."

"While the enemy may have modified a neutron star, its control center is bound to be vulnerable. That is their weak spot."

There was no trace of joking in Cyril's tone. If necessary, he would personally drive the battleship loaded with antimatter bombs to destroy the enemy's ultimate fortress.

Antimatter and matter will annihilate each other, releasing huge amounts of energy.

Theoretically, as long as enough cost is paid, the opponent's quality can be weakened through sacrifice, causing it to collapse.

Polux covered his face with his hands in shame. He knew his brother's temper, so why did he test him?

"Okay, let's end this topic."

"This is not something we should be considering. Since Lord Luo Xi has informed us that the enemy may have a neutron star weapon, he naturally has his own way to deal with it."

When Pollax mentioned Rosie's name, a kind of aura emerged from within.

After witnessing miracles countless times, Polux has established an unshakable trust in this man.

He would rather doubt himself than doubt whether Luo Xi could lead them to do incredible things again.

Just as Polux and Cyril finished their conversation, the scarlet lumen lights in the command post lit up again, and the shrill alarm instantly activated the Astartes' sensitive nerves.

"They're coming."

“It’s much bigger than before.”

Pollax and Cyril smiled at each other, and in tacit understanding, they both felt a fierce fighting spirit.

They never fear war or death.

If the Astartes truly fear anything, it is that the world will no longer need them to wage war.

At this moment, outside the Pluto space, the fleet belonging to the God's Blade Legion finally set out.

Just one solar month had passed since the war began, and the vassal army of the Blade of the Gods had finally been wiped out in a low-intensity exploratory war.

Those warships and soldiers of various shapes and races were all smashed under the solar defense line built by Polux.

Tens of millions of alien races died, wailing and cursing the unfairness of fate.

They come from various parallel universes and originally had a bright future, with technological advancement and cultural prosperity, moving step by step from planetary civilization to interstellar civilization.

But one day, the apostles and warships of the gods descended directly from the warp.

The mother planet was bombarded by the battleships of the Blade of the Gods from orbit, and was transformed into a giant glass ball flowing with molten magma in the endless artillery fire.

All members of the tribe were captured and enslaved, and treated differently according to their value.

The cruel torture and slaughter drove those intelligent beings completely insane and caused them to die in despair.

Countless extreme emotional forces born out of torture and death have become nourishment for the destroyers.

So sad and ridiculous.

And these few surrendered people who still had some fighting power were also recruited by the Blade of God as vassal troops, using their lives as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

"How can this be called a god?"

"Why! Why is our fate so miserable!"

Countless different languages are shouting, countless souls are wailing, and the wails before death are stirring in the subspace, causing huge waves.

The previously tranquil Warp was now showing signs of a storm. However, Polux and the human defenders would not sympathize with the tragic fate of these weak aliens.

In the universe, weakness is the original sin, and all dignity is based on force.

The two sides are standing on opposite sides at this moment, and only dead enemies are good enemies.

From the moment they surrendered, their fate was already determined and there was no possibility of redemption.

"Let our fleet meet the enemy!"

"All weapon arrays are operating at full capacity, and the void shield array is activated."

"The Emperor is watching over us, for humanity, for the Emperor!"

The thousands of large warships of the God's Blade rushed over like a tsunami.

In the holographic projection of the Polux headquarters, the enemy's scarlet light flashed in almost every corner.

"How arrogant! Are you planning to swallow us all in one gulp?"

"See if you have such a good appetite."

The Son of Dorne snorted coldly, he wanted to see the enemy's warships sink in this cold void.

The void shield defense system and the mixed armor of platinum and ceramic steel make the vitality of those space battleships as tenacious as cockroaches in space.

Once these warships are able to conduct joint operations relying on the planet's orbital defense system, the formation they form will be a nightmare for any attacker.

The most important thing the attacker should do is to break up the enemy fleet's formation as much as possible and separate it from a whole.

Typically, the attackers would attack the defenders fiercely in a wedge formation. The White Scars have a apt adjective for this tactic, called the "chisel" tactic.

A space naval battle can last from a few months to several years.

Commanders of both sides engage in multi-faceted battles on the three-dimensional battlefield, trying to minimize their own vulnerabilities and discover the opponent's flaws.

The drain on the commander's physical and mental strength is terrifying.

The reason why teleportation and boarding tactics are so popular in the Warhammer universe is because void shields and sturdy warships can withstand amazing firepower.

If the fight continues normally, the winner may not be determined for several months.

Polux had never seen a battle where the enemy warships launched an all-out attack right from the start.

Unless the difference in strength between the two sides is so great that they are completely crushed, the result of doing so is that the attacking side will be smashed into the defense's formation.

Relying on the fierce firepower of the orbital defense system, the defenders can even defeat enemy forces several times their size.

This was the situation when Pollax replaced the deceased Commander Jonad and commanded the Retribution Fleet to counterattack Perturabo.

The Imperial Fists' fleet, through clever defensive and counterattack tactics, even managed to board the Iron Blood, achieving the astonishing feat of directly threatening the Primarch Perturabo.

Although Pollax's decapitation operation failed, it also made the Lord of Iron so angry that he suffered a cerebral congestion.

The Iron Warriors' fleet far outnumbers the Imperial Fists, and they can also rely on the Warp for high-speed maneuvering operations, with the Primarch himself in charge.

Even a skirmish with this kind of complete advantage can turn the Iron Warriors into a battle to defend their Primarch.

It was also from then on that Perturabo became completely disappointed with his offspring and turned all his energy and trust to the iron ring robot.

Polux is well versed in defense and he never passively defends himself.

On the contrary, his meticulous and cautious character will make his playing style more flexible and varied.

The Solar Fleet is centered around the Thundercloud-class planetary battleship, the Crimson Fist.

This is the latest warship built by the Martian Forge World, and it has more powerful combat capabilities than its previous sister ships.

The mutant abilities analyzed from the mutants were finally partially integrated into the warships.

But even so, this behemoth with a length of more than 130 kilometers still looks a little small compared to the flagship of the Blade of God, the Final Judgment.

The Final Judgment is over two hundred kilometers long and is so large that it even exceeds many asteroids.

The number of the Solar System Fleet is about 500 ships, which is still at a disadvantage compared to the enemy's thousands of warships.

The Final Judgment headed straight for the Crimson Fist. Its eye-catching gun muzzle was located in the center of the battleship, and its diameter was large enough to accommodate two battleships.

Rather than calling it a flagship, it would be more accurate to say that the enemy installed an engine and reactor on a huge main gun and then drove it out.

Even if Polux used his toes to think, he knew that the power of that main gun was probably beyond imagination.

"Perform evasive maneuvers and maintain the maneuvering trajectory, allowing Pluto's ground-based defense artillery and orbital defense systems to bear the output pressure."

The Crimson Fist, under the control of some Imperial Fists and White Scars warriors, performed emergency maneuvers, relying on its extremely fast speed to move quickly.

The enemy's flagship was obviously inferior to the Crimson Fist in terms of maneuverability. It seemed to have specialized in offensive capabilities, and had concentrated all its resources on its main guns.

A heart-pounding energy fluctuation began to brew from the opponent's main gun. According to the data obtained by the scanning array, this attack could even easily blow Pluto into pieces.

Of course, this is when Pluto is completely unprepared.

Polux built an extremely powerful void shield defense system on Pluto, powered by tens of thousands of matter annihilation reactors.

Apart from using absolute power to directly break through the limit of the void shield, other harassment and consumption have almost no effect on it.

The Crimson Fist left a long wake in the cold, dark Milky Way.

Countless artillery fire was following its trajectory, but only a very few could hit its void shield.

The biggest feature of the Thundercloud-class planetary battleship is its super-fast movement speed and extremely strong controllability.

This allows the ship to evade fire attacks with incredible movement trajectories.

The explosion in the vacuum was silent, only a blinding flash that carved a permanent scar on the retina.

When the main gun of the Final Judgment grazed the Imperial cruiser "Unyielding Oath", the adamantine armor curled up like tinfoil crumpled by a god.

Although the warships under Roche's command have improved efficiency and reduced the number of mortal crew members due to the extensive use of artificial intelligence and stone men.

But there are still thousands of crew members recruited from Earth who have completely lost their breath.

Their flesh and blood, along with the metal of the warship, were melted into liquid matter by the terrifying energy radiation.

These liquids splashed on the warship's portholes, creating an abstract painting that blended scarlet and silver-gray.

Countless high-energy laser beams interweave in space. In this almost vacuum environment, the power of these energy weapons traveling at the speed of light will hardly be attenuated.

The dense energy weapons and destructive missiles were tearing apart all visible enemies.

Polux looked at the extinguished light spots on the holographic sand table. Those were the Iron Children who had received the blessing of the Machine Spirit in the Martian Foundry.

Warships are being destroyed every moment, and corresponding lives are lost along with them.

His rough fingers slid across the tactical panel, and he touched a cold truth in the torrent of data - the enemy's true space naval combat capability was extremely strong.

The Empire rarely loses in space naval battles.

The Crimson Fist's engine nozzles dragged epileptic trails through deep space.

This giant ship carrying the crystallization of human technology is performing a dance of death.

The azure plasma beams from the Star Destroyer occasionally tore through the darkness, burning the enemy cruiser's void shield into purple ripples that were blinding enough.

But the Final Judgment was like a tombstone floating in the void, constantly approaching.

The psychic glow emitted by its main gun as it charged even caused Pluto's icy atmosphere to evaporate into strange auroras.

"37% loss of orbital defense platforms." The senior technician reported mechanically, his voice filled with static noise.

“The damaged parts are being repaired.”

Polux's two hearts pumped out cold blood, and even at this critical moment, his heartbeat was still normal.

He saw in the holographic projection that the White Scars' assault cruiser was tearing through the enemy's right wing with a suicide penetration.

The sons of Chagatai Khan never feared life or death, and the descendants of the Lord of the Ice and Blue Sky would only choose heroism rather than survival.

Amidst the burning wreckage, Stormbird gunboats, like locusts from a hellish furnace, carried fully armed Astartes, sowing death on the enemy ships' armor with boarding torpedoes.

At a certain moment, Polux seemed to smell the bloody smell on the Iron Blood again.

In that decapitation operation, three hundred Imperial Fists used their chainswords to carve shameful inscriptions before Perturabo's eyes.

Before they were killed, they spat at Perturabo, spitting at his incompetence.

"Even during the Solar War, we have never experienced such a large-scale fleet battle."

"What an honor! This time I am the supreme commander."

Polux's heart was filled with emotion. In the Solar War, the strength of the Empire's fleet had actually far surpassed that of Horus.

If the Wolf God had not used the power of the gods of the Warp to copy 6,000 Spirits of Vengeance from the timeline, they would have been defeated long ago.

But now, these fleets belonging to the gods are far superior to the forces under Horus in quality.

At this moment, Luo Xi is on Earth, using his psychic power to remotely control the progress of the war.

"In order to deal with me, these gods are really starting to spend blood and blood."

"I just don't know if they've already known about the Transformers universe. As for the two universes that Corswayn and Sevatar went to, they must have been turned upside down by them."

The Crimson Fist and the enemy flagship were engaged in a tug-of-war.

Only these two giant ships can wrestle with each other, and once the other warships are involved, they will have no way out.

Luo Xi saw that the former's main weapon, the Star Destroyer Cannon, hit the opponent's flagship, but then a powerful energy shield completely blocked it.

The enemy was not using a void shield, but an extremely powerful energy shield.

The enemy also fought back with their giant main gun without hesitation, but the Crimson Fist dodged it with its accelerated speed.

The energy beam tore apart two Imperial battleships that were unable to dodge, and then hit Pluto's void shield directly.

The entire planet was surrounded by a void shield, an invisible shield that blurred reality like a veil, steadily blocking the deflected energy beam.

A lavender energy frenzy rippled across the surface of the planet. At the same time, those densely packed orbital platforms and weapon arrays also fired frantically at the enemy ships.

The main control computer responsible for the war perfectly coordinates the flow of energy.

Those huge arrays of light spears, anti-ship missile systems, ground-based sub-light-speed macro cannons, etc. locked onto the enemy ship, continuously weakening its shield defense.

"Let the nano-swarm attack."

"Initiate the final protocol."

"It's time to reveal this trump card."

"When dealing with these large warships, the effect of the nano-insect swarm is no less than that of the cannons of the giant ships."

Luo Xi made the decision without hesitation and gave the order.

A few seconds later, in Pluto's low-Earth orbit, hundreds of sub-light-speed macrocannons replaced their ammunition.

They were loaded with silver-white metal projectiles, and were no bigger than an ordinary Leman Russ tank. They seemed unable to cause any damage to a warship that was hundreds of kilometers long.

The rotating magnetic field quickly accelerated and launched them out. These metal projectiles quickly approached the enemy's flagship and then adhered to the opponent's energy shield.

Humanity's abnormal attacks did not escape the detection of the scanning system.

Even the Crimson Fist's star-destroying cannon couldn't break through the energy shield's defense, and the flagship commander of the God's Blade Legion immediately laughed in disdain.

"What do you want to do?"

"Tickle us?"

"Shoot down that fast-moving warship. I'll use its wreckage to claim credit from Commander Cassandra!"

However, what he did not notice was that the solid energy shield of his flagship was spreading some extremely tiny nano-insect swarms.

The metal projectiles launched from the surface of Pluto are actually a collection of these nanoworm swarms.

Like the Sentinels, they all utilize Mystique's X-gene to simulate the special abilities of mutants.

However, compared to the Sentinel Iron Man who can switch forms freely, these nano-insect swarms can usually only carry one mutant ability.

And what Luo Xi chose for them was naturally the energy absorption of the Black King Sebastian Shaw.

The size of the nanoworm swarm is extremely small. If magnified tens of thousands of times, you can see that they are composed of ants with wings and mouthparts.

They have a weakened energy absorption capability, but their large numbers make up for this disadvantage.

As soon as these nano-insect swarms encountered the battleship's energy shield, they immediately began to reproduce crazily as if they had taken a tonic pill.

This exceptionally strong energy shield became nourishment in front of them, just like the finest food.

They greedily gnawed at the energy shield, even drilling into it to find nodes and cause greater damage.

Relying on an almost endless source of energy, the nano-insect swarm is self-propagating at an exponential rate.

This enemy flagship seemed to be infested with terrible insect eggs, and soon it grew a rough surface that shone with a metallic color.

Under this erosion, the energy shield quickly flickered and disintegrated, and Pollux immediately ordered the star-destroying cannon to attack again.

Terrifying plasma beams powerful enough to tear apart a planet's crust surged into the interior of the enemy ship, instantly killing hundreds of thousands of crew members.

A large amount of mechanical equipment was overloaded and destroyed, and countless ship structures were collapsing and burning.

With the help of the nano-insect swarm, the Crimson Fist finally broke through the enemy's defenses and began to gnaw on the opponent's fragile internal organs.

The two beasts of the void fought each other in the most brutal and primitive way.

They shed their blood without a care, ignoring the broken scales and bones, just wanting their sharp teeth and beaks to penetrate deeper into the opponent's body.

Blood and fire are burning in the void, and the abyss of death shrouds both sides of the war.

In the dark universe, there is only war.

(End of this chapter)