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

Chapter 791 Psionic Guilliman (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The Hand of Domination opened fire in quick succession, its fierce firepower instantly striking the head of the orc warlord.

The bright red headscarf was torn to shreds by the shockwave, and as it drifted away, it was ignited by the high temperature of the bomb, eventually dissipating into dust in the flames.

However, the orc warlords only became more enraged.

The bomb couldn't even reach the skull because the tens of centimeters thick of knotted muscles and the rough, tough skin had already jammed the bullet.

The heavy bombs, capable of tearing through terracotta armor and piercing Astartes' flesh, could only leave the orc warlords with bloody holes.

"The green-skinned orcs' Waaagh ability can often weaken ranged weapons, so it seems they can only fight in melee."

Guilliman thought to himself that if he had a choice, he wouldn't want to fight this big guy in close combat.

The size difference between the two was so great that even his strongest brother, Vulcan, would have to admit defeat.

Although the Primarch's combat power is not actually that related to his size, Guilliman could only be extremely cautious when facing such a mad and violent enemy.

If he gets injured, it will affect the morale and confidence of the human soldiers behind him.

More than a dozen more explosive shells blew into his face, leaving the orc warlord's fierce face covered in wounds, with charred burns and lacerations that were a shocking sight.

Schwarzenegger continued to approach, but the Primarch refused to comply, maintaining his speed advantage and engaging in guerrilla warfare.

"You are afraid of me!"

"Radish Head Muscle Man, come face me!"

The orc warlord roared, trying to provoke his enemy with words.

Guilliman wore a cold smile. He had gradually figured out the limits of his opponent's speed and strength, and was starting to feel more confident.

The Primarch fired several more explosive rounds to obscure the enemy's vision, then seized the opportunity and slammed his legs into the ground.

The terrifying explosive force was unleashed on the small area, and the Primarch charged unstoppably toward the Orc warlord like a cobalt blue cannonball.

Not only does it possess explosive power, but the power backpack on Guilliman's power armor also emits dazzling blue plasma arcs for a secondary acceleration.

An air shockwave appeared beside Guilliman, the compressed air blurring his figure.

He broke the sound barrier in a very short time, and then he once again charged up the Dominator Hand on his left arm, and the powerful power gauntlet unleashed a destructive force field.

Schwarzenegger was still using his palms to block the bombs. His skin, scorched by the high temperature, fell off like snowflakes with the slightest force, and then new flesh began to sprout and grow.

The orc warlords possessed terrifyingly powerful regenerative abilities, completely disregarding these superficial wounds.

When he regained his sight, he saw a huge fist appear in front of him.

Schwarzenegger didn't even have time to react; the Primarch was simply too fast. He could only passively take several hits before he could find an opportunity to retaliate.

The fight between the two was like a character on fast-forwarding, brutally beating a character playing in slow motion; their speeds were completely on different levels.

The Hand of Domination's powerful strike slammed directly into the orc warlord's blood-soaked face, instantly shattering his proud fangs, ugly sunken nostrils, and square jaw.

Guilliman concentrated all his power into his Power Punch, without leaking it out in the slightest.

Even the other green-skinned kids watching could feel the terror of this attack, and they even vaguely felt the phantom pain themselves.

If they had taken a punch from Guilliman, their heads would probably have exploded and turned into a cloud of green blood mist.

Schwarzenegger staggered back several steps, blood gushing from the broken bone fragments of his sunken face, like a living fountain of blood.

His consciousness went blank for a moment, but his body's instincts continued to swing the chainsaw axe in his hand, sweeping it haphazardly in front of him without any strategy.

Guilliman silently observed the other party. Although this orc warlord was powerful, he was still far inferior to the Primarch.

While they may be stronger than the Primarchs who are equipped with power armor, Guilliman completely outclasses them in many aspects, including neural reaction speed, technique, and speed.

In fact, even if Guilliman were to fight head-on with his own Crimson Sword against the opponent's chainsaw axe, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

He simply didn't want his precious weapon to get damaged.

"If I had a choice, I really wouldn't want to kill you."

"Although you are a hideous alien, you are not quite the same as other green-skinned orcs."

There's room for negotiation and communication between you and that green-skinned kid named Grud.

Guilliman said quietly.

He shifted his attention from the orc warlords to the rear of the orc army, to the waaagh gate, which was ablaze with green flames.

"This orc warlord named Schwarzenegger is just a minor warlord on Skullshatterer. Behind him is a major warlord named Bloodhowl Zak."

"If nothing unexpected happens, this orc warlord is a pawn sent by the other side to test my strength."

"The strength I displayed, and the fact that I fought and entangled with Schwarzenegger for more than a dozen rounds, should be enough to lure that warlord out in person."

Guilliman thought to himself that Guilliman had held back a lot in his fight with Schwarzenegger.

If he really wanted to kill Schwarzenegger, the man's head would have been rolling on the ground in no more than three rounds.

Sure enough, when Guilliman slowed down and raised his Crimson Sword to behead the orc warlord...

An even more domineering, ferocious, and wailing roar came from the portal burning with green flames.

This roar no longer seemed to be a simple physical shout, but rather added a powerful sense of psionic pressure.

On the human side, the psionicists suddenly felt excruciating headaches as the rampaging psionic energy ravaged their willpower.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was ruthlessly kneading the brains of the psionic think tanks, stirring up their brain matter and squeezing out all the water.

When the huge black shadow walked out of the waaagh door, Guilliman was dumbfounded.

Compared to this orc warlord, Bloodaxe leader Schwarzenegger was as weak and harmless as a roadside fart.

His height definitely exceeded nine meters, and with the huge spikes stuck in his back, he had broken through the ten-meter mark.

The spikes were pierced with the bodies or heads of some strange races, and Guilliman even saw an old-fashioned Mark model tactical helmet.

Clearly, that was the head of Natra Gearing, the former Chapter Master of Ashclaws, who had died at the hands of the green-skinned orcs.

The opponent's width was slightly inferior to its height, and just standing here, it exerted a more intense sense of pressure on the Primarch than a Knight mech.

Perhaps describing the other party as a miniature Titan would be more apt.

Standing four meters tall in front of this monster orc more than twice his own height, Guilliman looked as small and helpless as a child who hadn't grown up yet.

Schwarzenegger's injuries were healing rapidly as the vast, ocean-like Waaagh energy from the warlord actively surged towards him.

The warlord let out a few low growls, encouraging his son in the orc language.

The failure was not his fault.

Immediately, several mad doctors and Pain Boy rushed over and, with the help of the green-skinned big guy, carried the incapacitated Schwarzenegger away.

It's fair to say that even if someone's head is cut off, as long as they're not completely dead, these unreasonable orc doctors can bring them back to life.

The warlord Zach looked down at Guilliman, the legendary Primarch of the human empire, who was said to be the most valiant and skilled warrior, and he was only this small.

He originally thought that, just to be on the safe side, he would have Schwarzenegger go first to test how deep Guilliman's waters were.

But now it seems we were overthinking it.

Zach's massive face contorted into an ugly, ferocious grin, every green muscle trembling and writhing, splitting into deep furrows.

Every step he took brought with it a terrifying, earthquake-like sense of oppression.

Unlike other green-skinned orcs, Zak's power armor looks much heavier and more ornate.

The unfamiliar gray-green metal gleamed with an arc of light, displaying intricately crafted black and white serrated patterns on the heavy-duty power armor.

The giant power claw in his hand shimmered with a faint green glow, a characteristic of undead creations from space.

The Primarch's danger-alerting instincts were kicking in wildly; the weapon gave him a very ominous premonition.

In Guilliman's eyes, the warlord, encased in heavy metal power armor, was surging with immeasurable, powerful energy.

The other party was practically a projection of Waaagh energy into the real universe, with every move exuding the aura of a descending god.

Zach raised the Phase-Driven Claw, while the Gravity Hammer in his other hand remained motionless.

All the green-skinned orcs held their breath, watching their great warlord with boundless fanatical worship.

Perhaps Schwarzenegger is no match for that big blue guy, but as long as Zack makes a move, there will be no suspense.

Bloodhowl Zach has never been defeated so far, not even when dealing with those space undead.

The orc warlord said nothing more; he was simply charging his Phase Power Claws.

This already exceptionally powerful weapon was infused with terrifying waaagh energy before it hurtled towards Guilliman.

The Primarch adjusts his center of gravity and slips away before the enemy attacks.

Zach's claw continued its momentum, slamming directly into the ground made of waste and rock.

The power claw unleashed a violent spiritual energy, directly evaporating and vaporizing large areas of rocks and waste, while the molten metal bubbled and boiled like magma.

The shockwave from the explosion even forced the original Space Marines, Sentinels, Iron Men, and Transformers on the human positions to take a few steps back to offset the damage from the impact.

Guilliman's face immediately turned ugly.

If this shot had landed on the Space Marines' positions, it would likely have caused massive casualties instantly.

In his mind, even those Transformers transformed from super-heavy tanks and overlord gunboats would be treated like toys and simply smashed and crushed by the other party.

He was no longer just an orc warlord, but more like a concrete manifestation of a metaphysical concept.

Zak is the darling of the Waaagh energy, and even their god, Gomao Erge, is watching their chosen one.

Guilliman could sense that there seemed to be a kind of essential power surging within the other man, similar to that of his brothers, but completely different.

"This is... the orc's Primarch?"

Guilliman, relying on his instinctive intuition, sensed how troublesome and difficult the other party was.

This intuition is so profound and difficult to describe in concrete terms that Guilliman found the term "prototype" to be the most fitting description.

This is the Primarch-level unit of the Greenskin Orcs.

With the appearance of the Orc warlord, Guilliman realized that his duel with Schwarzenegger was now a pipe dream.

Although he didn't expect the other party to keep their promise, this would at least severely damage their morale.

At the Primarch's command, the human legion immediately began to unleash its full firepower.

The main damage dealers were the Sentinels, Iron Men, and Transformers, who activated their full-body weapon arrays.

A torrent of laser cannons and railguns rained down on the orcs' ranks in an instant.

The Transformers then switched forms, transforming back into their war vehicles amidst the "kukukukiki" of mechanical friction.

The Apocalypse Tanks and Imperial Blades formed a defensive position, while the Land Raiders and Sikaran Tanks provided additional firepower on the flanks.

The Thunderhawk gunships, Stormbirds, and Overlord gunships spread their wings and began dropping fusion bombs and antimatter annihilation missiles in the narrow airspace of the Orcish Underworld.

The Tengu mechs took off, protecting the units that bore the heavy responsibility of providing firepower, while the green-skinned orcs' fighters rapidly approached amidst the noisy engine noise and billowing black smoke.

The two sides clashed, fighting each other at close range, almost face to face.

Although most of the green-skinned orcs' warplanes were shot down in a short period of time, reinforcements were still arriving in droves.

The original Space Marines faced much less pressure, as the firepower carried by an individual soldier was far less than that that could be carried by a vehicle.

The once relatively calm battlefield was instantly covered by a large number of flying laser cannons, heavy storm bombs, plasma cannons, heavy thermal weapons, and tactical missiles.

The mushroom cloud from the nuclear weapon blasted away a large number of green-skinned orcs, but apart from the direct heat radiation and shockwave, the deadly radiation had little effect on the orcs.

As a powerful warlord among the green-skinned orcs, and a chosen one blessed by the Second Brother, Bloodhowl Zak endured the most intense barrage of fire.

However, the waaagh energy surrounding the orc warlords ruthlessly neutralized the human bombs that could blast a mountain into dust.

Zach proudly spread his arms, revealing the grotesque orc head decoration on his chest, which was as thick as Titan armor.

His extremely arrogant behavior immediately drew screams from countless green-skinned orcs.

Meanwhile, waaagh energy surged from the green-skinned orcs and transferred to Zak.

The orcs thought their leader was simply unbelievably awesome; the attacks from the human shrimps were completely painless.

The green behemoth began to roam the battlefield, like a walking natural disaster, bringing a terrifying sense of oppression with every move it made.

The human and orc factions roared and charged at each other.

The Green Tide, which had an absolute numerical advantage, crashed down like a steel-cast reef, producing a deafening roar.

The sons of Vulcan and Guilliman, wielding heavy shields, relentlessly slowed the enemy, creating opportunities for their fellow warriors to strike.

They did not approach their Primarch, because they understood that the battle that followed was no longer something the Astartes could intervene in.

Guilliman gripped the Crimson Sword tightly, feeling a long-lost sense of the unknown. Death seemed to hover over his neck, a feeling only a select few formidable enemies could evoke. He had felt this same apprehensive uncertainty when he fought alone against Angron and Loka in Nukelia.

The Primarch understood how terrifying the green behemoth before him was, but with the die already cast, he had no choice.

Guilliman roared and accelerated with heavy steps, gaining more momentum before swinging his sword to slash at the orc warlord's ankle.

This is a common problem for these giant beast enemies; their legs bear enormous pressure, and sometimes a light blow can shatter their muscles and break their bones.

Zach laughed maniacally, and then the giant gravity hammer in his right hand vanished without a trace.

This gravity hammer is a powerful weapon that Zak requested from the great tech giant Einstein to create, modeled after the warhammer of the Kork orcs.

Using knowledge imparted by the ancient orcs and necromantic phase technology seized from the Drazak dynasty, the Great Techies compressed the core of an asteroid to the size of a hammerhead.

This means that the mass of this gravity hammer is the same as the mass of the asteroid's core.

However, in its normal state, when its mass effect is masked, it looks like just an ordinary warhammer.

Users can use the power of my thoughts to activate its phase state and remove the quality shield.

When the warhammer is swung, it's like a small asteroid's core crashing down on the enemy.

Guilliman dodged the hammer blow, but Zach clearly realized the Primarch's cunning and agility. He merely feinted and slammed the hammer directly into the ground again.

At the moment of contact, sparks of atomic fusion even ignited at the point of impact.

A force beyond mortal imagination tore the ground apart, causing all solid matter to collapse and shatter.

Although Guilliman dodged it, he temporarily lost the ground he could use for leverage.

Although the power armor activated its anti-gravity system in an emergency, it was still a momentary delay.

Zack extended his Phase-Powered Claws, ready to strike, and the square claws locked onto Guilliman's armor, gripping it tightly in his hand.

"I've got you."

"You're dead, big blue guy."

Zach grinned maliciously, then injected Waaagh energy into his Phase-Driven Claws, and the dazzling green light immediately drove its engine to apply pressure.

Guilliman suddenly felt as if he were being crushed by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press, unable to move at all.

In terms of pure brute force, he was no match for the orc warlord.

The phase-powered claw is attempting to jump to another dimension, then appear directly inside Guilliman's power armor via dimensional jump, tearing flesh to shreds.

But Zack was puzzled to find that his prized claws were not very effective against this human.

Despite the countless sparks that the power claws created on the armor, the flesh beneath the armor remained completely unharmed.

Guilliman's armor also seems to possess the ability to distort the laws of physics, rendering theoretically indestructible phase weapons ineffective.

Although the Primarch's tactical visor emitted blinding crimson warnings from all parts of the armor, it managed to hold on.

"Rosie, I owe you another life."

Guilliman understood that while his power armor was formidable, it wasn't enough to remain unmoved in the face of this outrageous orc warlord.

The most important reason is that when Loxi created the armor for him, she used her authority to bless it.

The power armor, personally blessed by Om Messiah, naturally possesses qualities that transcend the ordinary.

The orcs' power of thought is essentially a very special kind of psionic energy, and the blessing bestowed by Lothie is also a kind of psionic energy.

Unless the power of Zack's thoughts can completely overwhelm Loxi's power, it is impossible to completely destroy the so-called blessing.

The enraged Greenskin warlords had no way to deal with the fully armed Guilliman, so they could only use their power claws to grab the Primarch's legs and slam him into the ground repeatedly.

The genetic father of the Ultra Warriors was rendered powerless by the continuous back-and-forth slamming of the sky and earth, like a doll.

Not satisfied with that, he used his buttocks to slam Guilliman into the rock layer, burying the human prototype alive.

Although Guilliman was not physically injured, he endured the humiliation completely.

Through the subtle feedback from the power armor, he could even feel the despair he felt as the other's massive rear end slammed into his head.

His pride and his rationality suffered a severe blow at this moment.

Robert Guilliman's soul entered a peculiar state, as if he had broken free from the constraints of his body and entered the sea of ​​the soul.

The undying rage within him, which had been restrained and concealed, seemed to grow ever stronger and more intense under the nourishment of the etheric currents.

The Primarch suddenly had a feeling that something in the Warp was calling to him.

The feeling was incredibly intimate, as if he had returned to the embrace of his foster mother, Ms. Euton.

Guilliman felt that as long as he took that step and answered the call, he could bring about a dramatic change.

"This must be the seduction of the warp! It's the corruption of chaos disguised perfectly!"

"You want to take advantage of my defeat by the green-skinned orcs?"

"The Chaos Gods are being far too deliberate."

Guilliman rejected the call with his steely will and activated the counterattack protocol built into his power armor.

A crack appeared in the Primarch's shoulder armor, and the man-portable tactical missile mounted on it rose directly from the ground.

Due to the launch angle, the plasma flames at the missile's tail burned fiercely on the prototype, charring its cobalt blue paint black.

But he couldn't care less about any of that now. Guilliman had to wash away the shame he had suffered and take revenge on that damned green beast.

Bloodhowl Zach, who was standing on the Primarch and still swaggering around, made a careless move and a deadly tactical nuclear bomb suddenly exploded right on his buttocks.

When Zach sensed something was wrong, the enormous energy generated by atomic fusion had already swallowed him up.

Endless light and heat scorched his armor and body, instantly blasting him away.

The nuclear explosion at such close range simultaneously harmed both the Orc warlords and the Primarch.

Guilliman was violently pressed deep into the rock by the shockwave from the explosion, and the surrounding rock shattered and melted like powder. The alarm from the power armor became increasingly piercing.

The greatly weakened shockwave caused his brain to become briefly dizzy, making it difficult for him to think even about the simplest questions.

However, the rock covering him at least blocked a considerable portion of the damage, while the orc warlord was hit by a nuclear bomb at almost point-blank range.

The orc's waaagh energy shield is not completely attached to the body surface; it is more like an invisible barrier acting around the body.

At such close range, even my mental power cannot completely protect me from harm.

His armor on his hips was charred black and covered with cracks from the explosion, while the flesh below looked as if it had been roasted, releasing a strong stench.

Zach was violently thrown away by the force, flying a distance of four or five kilometers before crashing face-first to the ground in a pathetic manner.

Upon seeing this scene, Grod, the leader of the Ever Victorious Army, was immediately filled with anxiety.

He led his comrades-in-arms and charged toward the center of the battlefield without regard for anything else.

The power boots stomped on the molten lava, splashing hot stains and rising toxic black smoke, which stained the magnificent blue and gold power armor of these victorious warriors.

The power armor's oracle was blaring alarms, and the Geiger counter's screams echoed in their ears, yet Grod and the other Ultramarines showed no fear, charging relentlessly forward.

Although their rationality told them that the Primarch's power armor was fully capable of withstanding close-range nuclear blast damage, what if? Who would dare gamble with their Primarch's life?

Grod does not accept even the slightest possibility.

The victorious army knew they were no match for the orc warlord, but their absolute loyalty to the Primarch led them to make the same choice without hesitation.

"do not come!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Guilliman's slightly dazed, broken voice rang out as he emerged from the depths of the molten earth, leveled by the nuclear explosion, warning his sons not to approach the battlefield.

However, his warning came too late. The warlord's lower body was severely injured by the nuclear explosion, and even his blood had been evaporated by the extreme heat.

The intense pain drove him to even greater madness, and his massive phase-powered claws gripped one of the victorious warriors.

He then simply tightened his grip, and the incredibly sharp claws pierced through the armor made of highly interactive material.

The power backpack was groaning; its internal reactor had lost balance, but it was extinguished by a safety device instead of exploding.

The victorious soldier was easily dismembered by the four claws, his white spine and scarlet blood gushing from his torn upper body, staining the sacred and majestic double-headed eagle relief blood red.

The eagle-winged helmet he wore still reflected the arrogant and ugly face of the orc warlord.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With his last ounce of strength, Chang Shengjun pulled the trigger of his explosive gun. A strong sense of drowsiness washed over him, and his Belisarius Furnace was forcibly activated.

If timely treatment is received, even injuries that result in the body being completely torn apart may not be irreversible.

The explosive bomb, carrying the last vestiges of the invincible army, struck Zack precisely in the eye.

Although it wasn't enough to pierce the pupil, it still splattered a few drops of blood, causing the opponent to instinctively reach out to defend.

The orc warlord let out a painful howl and angrily swung his gravity hammer, sending another Ever Victorious soldier who rushed up to try to hold him away flying.

The breastplate, struck by the gravity hammer, shattered completely, causing the reinforced bones, black carapace, thoracic and abdominal organs, and vertebrae beneath it to cave in completely.

The ever-victorious army, capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly on the battlefield, is no different from a roadside idiot that can be easily crushed in front of this green behemoth.

Even so, the victorious army continued its charge.

If their deaths could hold off the orc warlord for even a second, or half a second, it would buy their father a crucial opportunity.

Guilliman was heartbroken.

There was a mysterious connection between the original body and his offspring, and he could sense that the life force of the Ever Victorious Army was becoming abnormally weak.

He still remembered the invincible army that had been cut to pieces by the orc warlords, who had followed him faithfully for over a century during the Battle of Amatra.

Guilliman's extraordinary memory allowed him to recall every moment he spent with his son.

The more beautiful the memory, the more intense the pain released when it is destroyed.

These intertwined pains created a kind of chemical reaction within Guilliman that had never been seen before.

This reaction even briefly broke through his resistance and aversion to the subspace.

"Let go of my son!"

"roll!"

"I order you to get out!!"

The Primarch roared with the most furious voice of his life, and the silver blade of the Crimson Shortsword in his hand suddenly shone with a dazzling light comparable to the sun.

This is not some kind of energy field, but a product that transcends physical form and is closer to the essence of idealism—psychic energy.

Guilliman no longer had time to observe the changes taking place within himself.

The Crimson Sword in his hand had transformed into a giant psionic lightsaber, which the Primarch swung directly at the orc warlord's gravity hammer.

With longer weapons, the Primarch became much more adept at dealing with this green-skinned beast.

Enrage completely dominated Guilliman's mind, while his pride in reason seemed to have shrunk and curled up in a corner.

Bloodhowl Zac casually tossed aside the already dead Ever Victorious Army in his hands. His hideous and terrifying injuries were rapidly healing, and the half-scabbed wounds looked particularly gruesome.

"You are no match for me, Radish Head Muscle Man."

"Your boys are brave, but courage can't solve everything. I gave them a quick death, and you should thank me."

The orc warlord's incredibly deep voice rang out, roaring like a wild beast.

Guilliman didn't answer; he simply yanked off his tactical helmet, which seemed to be limiting his performance at that moment.

The Primarch's lightsaber collided with the Orc's gravity hammer, unleashing a deafening roar.

To Zack's horror, however, he was unable to knock this giant human who only reached his groin away.

The lightsaber and the gravity hammer forged by the Great Techies collided. Theoretically speaking, no matter how strong the Primarch's physical strength was, it was impossible for him to fight against a weapon with the mass of an asteroid's core.

But Guilliman, supported by that invisible force, managed to hold off the orc warlord.

On the incredibly smooth surface of the gravity hammer, the intricate orc runes that were engraved on it suddenly developed several deep cracks under the slash of the lightsaber, and my thinking power was greatly shaken.

The orc warlord's eyes widened in shock; even being hit by a nuclear bomb hadn't made him so surprised.

He felt that his proud Waaagh energy was blurred and weakened in the face of Muscle Man's strange power.

This, how is this possible?

(End of this chapter)