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

Chapter 733 Jumping into a gang! Jump gang!
"The destructive power of this explosion seems to be smaller than I imagined."

Luo Xi sat on the iron throne of the Crimson Fist. He used his psychic eyes to observe the situation of the Final Judgment from a higher dimension at all times.

Both sides are in a relatively cautious confrontation at the moment. Luo Xi did not take action personally, and the existence behind the Blade of the God did not show up.

The exploding fireball, which was as big as a miniature star, destroyed more than one-sixth of the Final Judgment's hull.

The entire tail of the battleship was blown away directly, and then the detached tail turned into countless broken hot atoms in the fierce explosion.

But according to his calculations, this devastating explosion should have destroyed at least a quarter of the warships.

But Luo Xi soon found the reason.

Before the explosion began, the end hull, including the battleship's reactor, began to separate from the whole under the force of a powerful magnetic field.

Although this process was extremely slow, it objectively reduced the damage caused to the entire warship.

And after the explosion, the powerful magnetic field force still protected the remaining hull, further weakening the damage.

"To be able to achieve this, one must be a master of magnetism who has mastered psychic power to the microscopic level."

"Compared to the current Eric Lansherr, he is infinitely stronger. The two are completely on different levels."

"If it were on a planet, he might be able to completely reverse the Earth's magnetic poles within a certain period of time, causing a devastating magnetic field reversal and completely destroying the world."

Luo Xi's heart also moved slightly. Who else has such strong power?

Apart from those Omega-level mutants, only Magneto has this kind of strength.

In such a vast parallel universe, it is impossible that Eric is the only Magneto. A mutant with such powerful abilities as him will definitely not be spared by the Blade of God.

"Eric and Charles have already boarded the Final Judgment with the X-Men."

"There may be a brutal battle between these two Magnetos."

"This is worth my attention."

Luo Xi couldn't help but think.

Eric has now completed his ideological transformation. Compared to the stubborn and narrow-minded mutant supremacist he used to be, he has now become a human supremacist.

His identification with humanity is now so fanatical that even Luo Xi feels ashamed.

If Neos saw him, he would probably favor him.

Charles and Eric are two important points of support for him to control mutants. Naturally, he would not watch him being killed by another Magneto.

If his life is in danger, Luo Xi will not sit idly by.

Moreover, the human side is not without top psychics participating. The director of the think tank, Janus, has also joined the battlefield. With him in Roche, he can feel much more at ease.

Luo Xi had a hunch that the Blade of the Gods still had some unknown cards that had not been revealed.

Based on the strength they have shown now, they are not yet worthy of being called a legion that the gods are proud of.

This is a process of testing patience, and now the two sides are engaged in a confrontation of conventional forces. It depends on who loses patience first and exposes his or her trump card.

With the reactor's explosion and destruction, the huge Final Judgment also entered a dying state.

Most of its defense comes from its ridiculously strong energy shield, but now that the energy source has disappeared, the energy shield is rapidly decaying.

Without power, this behemoth was like a whale waiting to be slaughtered, stranded on the shallows, slowly suffocating to death.

Realizing that their prey had no power to resist, the two Thundercloud-class planetary battleships of the Solar Fleet also began to intervene in the lower-level battlefields, unreasonably crushing those smaller enemy battleships.

There are still a large number of human boarding troops on the Final Judgment. Attacking it now is tantamount to killing those humans, which is an order that even the stupidest commander would not issue.

Although these two top human warships are slightly inferior to the Final Judgment, they will still be invincible if the battlefield is changed.

Under the joint attack of the human fleet, the basic base of the Blade of the Gods has entered a state of collapse.

The balance of war began to tilt.

The two major camps that were originally intertwined with each other are now gradually showing signs of one-sidedness.

The human warships became more and more powerful as the battle went on, while the warships of the gods' army became more and more exhausted.

The commanders of the battleships of the God's Blade Legion cried out in despair. The fleet that had won countless glory in the past had now been destroyed in this small solar system.

If they were defeated, they didn't think there would be many survivors who could escape.

But under the brainwashing of Cassandra's memes, they still had no intention of surrendering.

There were even some warship commanders who, upon realizing they were powerless to reverse the situation, simply injected all their energy into the engine.

"Our loyalty belongs to the gods, and our honor must not be tarnished."

"Our death is the last bullet fired at the enemy."

"We would rather die than surrender!"

Afterwards, they directly urged their warships to ram the nearest human warships regardless of everything, hoping to die together.

Although the success rate of these suicide attack warships is very low, due to the huge base, there are still many warships that drag human warships into hell.

The human fleet also gave these powerful opponents the courtesy they deserved: they would be completely blown into dust in the universe by macro cannons and light spears.

"How ridiculous! Most of these Celestial Blades are mutants, Eternals, and humans from other parallel universes."

"But now, in order to help the gods, they are willing to sacrifice their own lives and even kill other humans."

"Whether it's mutants or Eternals, they are ultimately sub-human races created through genetic experiments based on humans."

"This is just a more covert human civil war, and most of the dead are humans."

Polux sighed. He looked at the shocking battle reports and the intelligence recovered from the wreckage of the enemy warships, and couldn't help but feel touched and mixed emotions.

"This is the sinister nature of the gods; they are using humans to deal with them.

No matter which side dies, it is the foundation of humanity that is weakened.

For this evil existence that plays with people's hearts and enslaves humanity, we have no choice but to fight to the death!"

Inside the Final Judgment, which was gradually plunging into darkness, Hill fell from the fuselage of the Tengu mecha and his feet once again stepped on the solid metal deck.

Even with his strong mental strength, he was frightened by the thrilling escape just now.

In the virtual information bar of the tactical helmet, Hill saw that the life signals of dozens of combat brothers had turned into a dead crimson.

Not even the life force of a Primaris Space Marine could survive a devastating explosion of this magnitude.

Hill had no time to mourn for them, because a more brutal war was waiting for them ahead.

According to the task assigned at the beginning, Hal took his heavy-armored commandos to destroy the key energy nodes and pipelines on the battleship and slaughter all living enemies here.

Sharokin led the undercover team to assassinate the top leaders of the God's Blade Legion, Qin Xin led the rapid support team to roam around, and he went to destroy the reactor.

Now that he has achieved results, other teams are also making rapid progress.

The Broken Hound fought its way from the landing point to the command bridge in a manner so brutal that even the Blood God noticed it.

Wherever they passed, all the enemies were slaughtered quickly and efficiently.

Whether they are mutants, deviants or eternals, they all have one way to go: death.

The Broken Hound, with his tusks bathed in blood, pays the highest tribute to the Emperor with the blood of his enemies.

"Sacrifice blood to the emperor! Sacrifice skull to the throne!"

Hal suddenly shouted in his heart as if possessed by a ghost, and directly misinterpreted and rewrote what the noisy guy called Blood God had been saying.

But this is quite suitable as a battle cry, and it might as well be dedicated to the Emperor.

Hill felt his temples swell as he listened to Hal's roars and war cries on the communication channel, and he didn't know how to comment.

Moreover, the enemies killed by Hal's assault troops were scattered here and there, to the point that even the best biological sage could not put them together.

After Hill and Qin Xin met up, they immediately began to support the Sharokin team that was going to behead them.

Among the many missions, the decapitation mission that Sharokin was responsible for was undoubtedly the riskiest.

The enemies they have to face are the most powerful group of beings in this army directly under the command of the gods.

Swarms of Tengu mechas were speeding through the battleship's unusually wide corridors and decks.

If the Final Judgment was not large enough, these knight mecha-level war vehicles would not be able to appear so easily.

For the current White Scars, if they are separated from the Tengu Mecha, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Even though they had been mixed and reorganized, the majority of Qin Xin's Tengu Brigade was still made up of White Scars warriors.

There is no doubt about this, the descendants of the Lord of the Ice and Blue Sky have too strong control over speed.

What flows through their veins is not blood but promethium fuel. The White Scars were born from the ground up to control high-speed vehicles.

Tengu dodged back and forth inside the battleship with incredible maneuverability, avoiding most of the enemy's artillery fire and various protruding battleship structures.

Qin Xin's blood was boiling. The war here was even more exciting than the one on the battlefield in the universe.

In the void battlefield, the range of evasion that can be chosen is much larger than that inside such a narrow warship.

The higher the difficulty, the more comfortable these descendants of Chagatai Khan will be and the better their performance will be.

The laser cannon at the front of the Tengu mecha almost never stopped firing, and the heavy bomb cannons on both wings poured out a deadly torrent of metal.

The machine soul merged with the pilot, and these warriors could even feel the vibration of the wings passing through the air, and the residual heat left by the high-energy laser beam passing through the armor.

"For Chaghatai Khan!"

"For the glory of Chogoris!"

Qin Xin's voice was a little distorted in the communication channel, but his battle cry still resonated with all the Tengu pilots.

Among them, there are even many Space Marines with Space Wolves gene-seed and Dark Angels gene-seed.

In this special environment, the descendants of Leman Russ and Llane were able to get along exceptionally well.

They squeezed the triggers hard, using vehicle-grade bombers to blast the flesh and blood bodies into a bloody mist.

Caliber is justice, and the scope of truth is only within the range of the cannon.

Hill and the other Primaris Space Marines activated the anti-gravity engines and plasma nozzles of their power backpacks, which at least made their speed much faster than running.

But even so, they could only eat the exhaust gas of the Tengu Brigade.

"There's something going on in the E-16 section. Let's go there and take a look."

While Qin Xin was commanding the Tengu Brigade to slaughter the Blade of the God, he also had time to look at the data displayed on the divination instrument.

Then the Tengu Brigade changed direction and moved around in the corridors of the battleship.

"I heard from Lord Luo Xi that after this war is over, he will upgrade all the vehicles of the Legion again."

"The first to pilot it was our Tengu Brigade."

Qin Xin's mind flashed with Luo Xi's promise to him, and he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

Although he didn't know the reason, he vaguely heard Hill mention that it was related to the harvest from the 3206 Transformers Universe.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, and he remembered that there seemed to be a strange-looking iron man following Lord Luo Xi.

This guy calls himself "Autobot", and it seems that he is not the same kind of Iron Man as they have in mind.

Could it be that in the future their Tengu mechas could actually come alive instead of communicating with them in the form of machine spirits?
In just half a minute, the Tengu Squadron arrived at the E-16 area of the battleship.

It was not until he actually entered that Qin Xin saw what a hell of a place this was.

The densely packed breeding chambers are filled with numerous genetically modified monsters. Some of them have escaped from their cages and are nowhere to be found, but many more are still sleeping in them.

Just in front of us, there are hundreds of biological weapons that combine the characteristics of mutants and abnormal races, and they seem to be trembling and wriggling.

Their primal instincts sensed the enemy's approach.

When Qin Xin and Hilton realized the danger was coming, they immediately pulled the triggers of their weapons, wanting to kill all the enemies first.

But just when they destroyed dozens of incubators, the remaining ones suddenly exploded.

Those biological weapons are extremely similar to those that appeared on Earth, but they are also different.

They moved extremely fast, not at all like they had just hatched from an incubator.

Either they wave their ventral limbs, or simply rely on their spiritual power to fly around in the cabin.

A monster with twelve pairs of lens-like compound eyes suddenly opened its insect-like mouthparts and released some kind of infrasound at the human in front of it.

In an instant, the three Primaris Space Marines' eyes went dark, and their brains felt as if they had been hit hard.

A disordered and complex psychic shock wave erupted amid the screams of these biological weapons, and the surrounding culture chambers that were still intact instantly turned into countless tiny fragments.

Hill only felt his brain sinking in an instant. Lehman's ears tried hard to block out the noise, but that sound came from his brain.

He was stunned for a full hundredth of a second, then grabbed his bolter and shot the monster in the head.

"What a terrifying psychological shock."

"These monsters are almost as terrifying as suicide psychic bombs."

Hill was also frightened. Qin Xin ordered the Tengu Brigade to launch intensive artillery fire, turning those psychic biochemical weapons into meat paste before they could even scream.

But even so, they are not completely dead.

Although the flesh of the biochemical monsters was shattered, the scattered synapses worked hard to absorb nutrients from the broken corpses. They grew rapidly, forming a thin layer of flesh membrane, and suddenly a layer of psychic energy appeared before everyone's eyes.

A white scar warrior beside Qin Xin had already fallen into an illusion. He was like a madman, slowly turning the muzzle of the Tengu and aiming it at his fighting brothers.

Qin Xin acted decisively and directly controlled his vehicle to shoot off the opponent's lower limbs. Immediately, the opponent's Tengu mecha fell to the ground with a whine.

"Beihai! What the hell are you doing!?"

He roared angrily, and the White Scars recruit, who had not yet realized the disaster he had caused, climbed out of the Tengu's cockpit with a confused look on his face.

Beihai was the first Astartes to undergo the Primaris upgrade surgery. He was the first generation of Space Marines to come out of the 1661 universe.

In terms of combat, Beihai has a much stronger body than his eldest son, and is completely superior to his predecessor in terms of strength, reaction speed, vitality and endurance.

But in terms of spiritual will, this new generation of Primaris Space Marines is far from the veterans who fought in the Horus Heresy.

These gaps cannot be made up by relying on training dreams to implant experience.

"me……"

Beihai wanted to say something, but Qin Xin no longer had time to pay attention to him.

They and other battle brothers activated the safety of their melta weapons, and the iron men switched to incineration mode, and together they burned all these blasphemous genetic monsters to ashes.

The Iron Man who arrived later used promethium fuel to burn almost everything here.

The metal melted into a liquid molten lava, ensuring that no genetic monster could survive.

"You almost attacked your own battle-brother."

"This is a big taboo!"

Only after the crisis was resolved did Qin Xin jump out of the Tengu mecha.

Beihai's time as a Space Marine was too short. Although he had acquired all the combat experience and military qualities that an Astartes should have through deep brain information implantation, he already had them.

However, it still takes practice to transform the experience in your mind into your own.

Beihai took off his tactical helmet and clenched his teeth.

"grown ups."

He wanted to explain himself, but the words were on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't say them.

Perhaps mortals still have room for self-defense, but for Astartes, any explanation is a symbol of weakness and incompetence.

"Reflect on your problems. I won't always be there to back you up."

When Qin Xin said this, the image of Gangtula suddenly appeared in his mind.

This is what Gantula had told him when he was aboard the White Scar battleship that was drifting and lost in the storm of destruction.

"One of the main enemies of the Astartes is the psychic wizard, and these aliens may also use psychic powers."

"We have super-strong bodies given by the Emperor, and sturdy and reliable armor, but these are not enough to effectively resist psychic power."

“Never be careless. Carelessness is the death knell knocking at your door. When it rings, the scythe of death will follow.”

Qin Xin returned to the cockpit of Tengu again, and Beihai, who had lost his vehicle, looked at his fallen car and had no choice but to catch up with the team.

Hill's voice sounded in Qin Xin's communication channel.

“Everyone makes mistakes, but we learn from them.”

"Even we made mistakes in the past, didn't we?"

"No one is born understanding everything. Just give them some advice. You did the right thing, Captain Qin Xin."

Compared with veteran soldiers like Hill, even Qin Xin is actually a young soldier.

He listened to Hill's teachings without showing any impatience.

The road that Hill and Qin Xin took had obviously been cleared once by the Broken Hound's troops.

The ground was littered with broken limbs and arms, and the hideous and terrifying scenes of the Shura field made one feel as if one was in the realm of the Blood God.

Suddenly, several green spots of light appeared on Hill's auspicious instrument.

The red-helmeted Extreme Warriors did not relax their vigilance at all. Although the green light spots represented that the other side was a friendly camp, they were now in the base camp of the Blade of the Gods.

Magneto and Professor X walked out of a narrow cabin corridor with a group of fully armed X-Men.

"Lord Hill."

"I am Charles Xavier, your ally."

Charles spoke, while both sides maintained a relatively safe distance.

Hill's tactical helmet scanned the mutants, not missing even the slightest trace.

The X-Men in front of him had more or less bloodstains on their bodies, and several of them were injured, but they did not show much fear and still had a fighting spirit.

Hill knew that these X-Men also participated in this war, but they had a high degree of independence and were not under his command.

"We also want to contribute as part of humanity," Professor X said to Hill.

"After we arrived on this battleship, we engaged in a battle with the enemies of the Blade of the Gods. While fighting, we were shifting our forces. I sensed your mental fluctuations, so I came here."

Charles explained his situation, but Hill still did not change his vigilance.

He realized he needed to come up with some more convincing evidence.

"I can open up my spiritual world and let your think tank examine it."

Charles said, letting down his guard on his mind.

Hill immediately asked a psychic think tank beside him to come forward and search Charles inside and out.

Only after the think tank nodded in confirmation did Hill put down the gun that he had been pointing at the mutants.

"You follow behind us and provide support."

"But we may not have the energy to protect you. Take care of yourself, Professor."

After Hill finished speaking, he continued to rush to the battlefield with the other Primaris Space Marines.

By observing the opponent's actions, he had already sensed that Sharokin had arrived at the enemy's command center and was carrying out a decapitation mission.

Whether they succeed or fail, they need their own support.

If you fail, cover your retreat; if you succeed, pursue the victory.

The strength of the Astartes Legion lies in its strict organization. Every soldier and every lethal weapon is a part of the whole.

"These warriors are as indifferent as ever." Storm Ororo couldn't help but sigh.

"They are real weapons of war, and we are far from them."

"That Captain Hill was able to talk to us for a few words was a sign of his good character. If it were anyone else, they would have probably just killed us right there."

"Look at these body parts on the ground. They were left behind by another warrior named Hal. It's a good thing we missed them. Otherwise, we might have been killed by them."

Charles was also sweating coldly. He could feel that before he and others proved their identities, those Astartes had already treated them as dead.

"Charles, is there really no way you can change the minds of these mutants?" Magneto turned to look at his old friend and asked.

If he had a choice, he really didn't want to kill these mutant compatriots from other parallel universes.

But without exception, everyone they met attacked them recklessly.

If Eric hadn't been a completely different person now and had a spiritual master in charge, the terrifying X-Men would have suffered heavy casualties long ago.

"I can't do it. Each of their brains has been distorted by a special psychic force."

"It's not a modification, but a kind of melting and reshaping. Their cognition and worldview have completely changed."

"They are eternally loyal to the gods and will sacrifice themselves without hesitation to achieve the goals of their legion commanders."

Charles sighed. He vaguely saw his own shadow in this method.

Could it be that it was me in another parallel universe who did something completely blasphemous to the personality and soul of these mutants and Eternals?
He couldn't help but shudder.

The reason why Professor X has always adhered to the creed built by his personality and morality is that he is afraid of becoming an ideological tyrant.

He feared that he would abuse his power to do whatever he pleased and mold other people's minds into his own slaves.

"Come on, the X-Men can help. We have to free all those mutants who are completely controlled."

"This is an unforgivable blasphemy. We must let the gods know our anger!"

Charles said, and then with the help of the power armor on their bodies, they quickly rushed towards the place where Hill and others disappeared.

……

Hal's master-level power fist suddenly smashed open another alloy gate in front of him.

Compared with the previous easily broken obstacles, this gate is obviously much stronger.

Broken Hound frowned slightly, and the facial muscles on his face, which were as ferocious as a centipede, suddenly squeezed together.

He could feel that a strange psychic power was strengthening the gate.

Since one punch is not enough, then throw a few more!

Endless rage surged within him, and under the anchor of his cold will, it quickly transformed into even more powerful violence.

The super-strong body that has undergone three transformations and strengthening releases a destructive force like a natural disaster. The infinite engine continues to exert force, leveraging the psychic power from the subspace.

Those muscle bundles made of adamantium transmitted energy to the maximum extent, and all of it was concentrated on his power fist.

Hal's Infinity Engine is equipped with an extremely special variant of the ability: the ability to slightly distort the curvature of the surrounding space.

Because of the slight change in the curvature of space, even greater power was injected into Hal's body from the void.

This punch was not only his own strength, but also the power released when the space returned to its original curvature after being distorted.

The other Primaris Space Marines around looked at their leader in awe. They knew very well how terrifying Hal's punch was.

Hal's punch was done in one go, without any pause or hesitation. He threw another punch so hard that it seemed to shake even the battleship.

The violent decomposition arcs tore through the metal structure, and existence was forcibly distorted by an extremely primitive and brutal violence.

"For the Emperor!"

With a loud shout, a deep fist mark suddenly appeared on the reinforced gate. After several consecutive punches, the barrier was finally torn apart completely.

Hal kicked the remaining part away, and the impact of the backward movement instantly turned the mutant who used his psychic power to reinforce the gate into a pulp.

The other Space Marines and Iron Men beside him immediately launched advance fire coverage, and the air was filled with the crisp sounds of flesh and blood being completely annihilated and shattered.

Mr. Sinister finally welcomed the arrival of these powerful genetically modified warriors with a twisted smile.

This mutant, who had lived for who knows how long, raised his palm, and suddenly a thick layer of flesh and blood carpet rose up on the ground.

They seemed to be composed of countless tiny bacteriophages, and in the blink of an eye, they swallowed up the three war-type iron men.

These flesh and blood fungal mats released some kind of psychic acid, which actually began to digest the iron man's body inside.

Even secondary living metals could hardly resist that kind of corrosion. The iron man struggled hard and his movements quickly became quieter, and he couldn't even self-destruct.

Mr. Sinister's body was instantly turned into a sieve by the concentrated long-range fire.

But another Mister Sinister quickly grew out of the fungal blanket. He snapped his fingers, and two more Iron Men were devoured by the fungal blanket.

The Space Marines quickly switched weapons and used their melta cannons to melt through the fungal blankets.

These Astartes, with their astonishingly fast reaction speeds, instantly drew out their power swords and power hammers, and used the decomposition force field flashing with electric light to chop the incoming bone spurs into powder.

Mr. Sinister is surrounded by countless genetic monsters.

Some of them are insect-like creatures with huge heads and many compound eyes. They are surging with extremely unstable psychic energy, and warp cracks flash around them from time to time.

"Your power armor and physical bodies are indeed terrifyingly strong. This must be a universe that demands extremely high close combat, giving rise to freaks like you."

"You may feel honored, because you will become a brand new collection in my material library, making a considerable contribution to my ascent to the tower of genetic mysteries."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Nathaniel Essex, Mr. Sinister."

The next moment, Mr. Sinister's body suddenly exploded, turning into hundreds of flying blood bats, madly creating psychic illusions.

Each blood bat was adding its own psychic impact, and for a moment, everyone was dragged into a deadly illusion.

And those biological weapons that were eyeing them covetously pounced on them when the Space Marines were briefly affected.

However, the Broken Hound seemed to be unaffected at all. It directly used its power fist to clamp a biological weapon that looked like a dragon, and with a flick of its hand, it pulled out its spine.

Hal let out a loud battle cry, which greatly dispelled the psychic illusions suffered by his fighting brothers, and everyone fell into a state of extreme violence.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The ferocious war dogs broke free from their cages and brutally slaughtered these genetic creations with their chainsaw axes and power axes.

While Mr. Sinister looked painful, his greed for the Space Marines only grew even more.

He was determined to get his hands on these delightful genetic treasures, no matter who they had belonged to before, now they had a new owner.

(End of this chapter)