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

Chapter 792 Call Me the Nemesis of Psionic Power (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Guilliman wielded his psionic lightsaber, constantly clashing and parrying the orc warlord's gravity hammer, unleashing intense energy shockwaves.

The lightsaber that extended from the Crimson Short Sword was much longer than he was used to, reaching about four meters in length.

However, the Primarch adapted to the new weapon in a very short time and adjusted his combat skills accordingly.

The Lord of Limits' swordsmanship is among the best of his Primarch brothers.

One after another, the sword flowers bloomed in Guilliman's hands, and with each clash of weapons, several more conspicuous cracks would appear on the gravity hammer.

In just a few breaths, Zack's weapon was already covered in cracks and looked like it was on the verge of collapse.

Left with no other choice, he could only throw it behind him and turn to fight with his Phase Claws.

The difference between these two weapons is that the Gravity Hammer is a product of fundamentally distorting the mass effect by utilizing the power of thought.

Once my thought power fails, the gravity hammer will immediately return to its original mass.

Its terrifying mass meant that even orc warlords couldn't lift it with their physical strength.

Although the Phase Power Claws used the power of my thoughts to enhance their damage, they can still maintain their original state even without the power of my thoughts.

Zach looked at Guilliman with a mixture of astonishment and bewilderment.

Suddenly, the orc warlord asked in High Gothic.

"You big blue guy, you've been hiding your spiritual power all this time, you're so cunning!"

"Despicable! Despicable! You ruined my beloved gravity hammer!"

Zach was even more heartbroken than if his own body had been blown up; after all, with his self-healing ability, the minor flesh wounds would heal quickly.

But his weapon was damaged, and Einstein, that difficult tech tyrant, might not necessarily fix it for him!

Guilliman adjusted his posture, searching for blind spots and weaknesses in the orc warlord.

The Imperial Eagle relief on his chest had been damaged in the battle, but the basic framework remained sturdy.

After hearing the orc warlord's angry curses, he briefly regained his rationality from that state of rage.

"Psionic power? What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have psionic power."

"Among my many Primarch brothers, I am the only one without psionic powers, and it has always been so."

Guilliman's answer immediately made Zack burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

He found the big blue guy quite amusing, so he pointed at the greatsword in the other's hand that was gleaming and asked mockingly.

"You said you don't have psionic abilities, then what is this awesome big slash?"

"Don't tell me this is actually a toy sword with special effects lights installed, right? I'm an orc, but I'm never stupid."

Guilliman was slow to realize what was happening. He looked at the brand-new weapon in his hand with surprise and doubt, and began to wonder about its origin.

"Could it be the blessing power that Rosie left on me?"

"Yes, that must be it. This is not my psychic power. I firmly believe in the truth of the Empire. Psychic power is just a special power that exists objectively."

"However, it's not very meaningful to dwell on whether it's psionic or not. The key question is, why was this lightsaber able to destroy the orc warlord's weapons so easily?"

Guilliman began to ponder.

He made another attempt, continuing to test the capabilities of this new weapon.

Using its speed advantage, the Primarch maneuvered around the Orc warlord, constantly harassing and attacking his lower limbs.

Sometimes being large has its advantages, and being small has its advantages.

As Guilliman shifted near Zak's legs, the orc warlord struggled to maintain his balance while precisely catching the Primarch.

He became even more cautious after fearing that his power claws would also be damaged by Guilliman's lightsaber.

Guilliman was also unable to find any major weaknesses in his opponent, and could only continue to leave some minor wounds on his body.

The Primarch has been closely observing the scars it has left behind.

Half a minute later, Guilliman was surprised to find that the shallow wounds on Zach's legs and waist had not yet fully healed.

This is very intriguing...

The orc warlords' healing abilities and physical strength were among the most powerful beings Guilliman had ever seen.

If we were to describe the opponent using a health bar, this guy's health bar would be bottomless; after grinding for ages, he hadn't even broken a skin.

However, if you really treat him as a punching bag or a tank, you will inevitably suffer a great loss due to the cunning and treachery of the green-skinned orcs.

"Why haven't my wounds healed?" Zack also realized Guilliman's intentions, and at the same time, he was surprised to find the strange condition on his body.

With his weapon destroyed and his injuries unable to heal, the cunning orc warlord immediately realized that there was something strange about Muscle Man's lightsaber.

It seems to be particularly effective against green-skinned orcs, or more accurately, against the orcs's power of thought.

The orc warlord immediately began to ponder. His personality was that of someone who was rough around the edges but actually very meticulous. He seemed carefree, but in reality, he was extremely cautious.

Just look at how he sent Schwarzenegger to test Guilliman's abilities; you can see how much this guy values ​​his life and is unwilling to take any possible risks.

One is a powerful orc warlord, and the other is the genetic prototype of humanity. Every clash and collision between the two generates devastating energy shockwaves.

Neither the ever-victorious army nor those heavily armed leaders could get close enough for the two to engage in combat.

That would not only fail to help their leader, but would also cost them their lives in vain.

The Black Knight Sigismund, along with his fellow warriors, launched a fierce attack on Bloodhowl Zach's personal guard.

They are the Fists of the Empire, the Sons of Dorne, and their madness is so extreme that even the green-skinned orcs are astonished.

Because they haven't undergone the original forging upgrade, the Black Templars are now inferior in strength and stamina to these enhanced green-skinned orcs.

However, relying on their indescribable combat skills and the support of their unwavering faith, their achievements were even more dazzling than those of the ever-victorious army.

However, the price they paid was extremely heavy; the Black Temple's Astartes were dying and being killed at a visible rate.

These black-armored fanatical warriors surrounded the Black Knight. Sigismund showed no joy or sorrow as he silently watched his brothers return to the Golden Throne one by one, wielding their swords with cold, iron-like precision to kill their enemies.

The other Astartes legions, having undergone the Primitive Upgrade, performed significantly better.

Even if they are surrounded and beaten down by green-skinned orcs, they are extremely difficult to kill directly.

Once the Belisarius Furnace is activated, their bodies will automatically enter a state of dormant suspended animation after releasing a large amount of combat hormones.

The Empire's Astartes formed a war formation, opening a breach in the green tide.

The Transformers worked even harder to get closer to the Primarch, transforming into the Apocalypse Tank and Imperial Blade in their vehicle forms to crush the green-skinned orcs before them, using the flesh and blood of these aliens to lubricate their gears and tracks.

They were like ships sailing in a green tide, while the roaring orcs did everything they could to prevent these war machines from getting close to the battlefield.

The heavily armored leader slammed its thick shoulder armor against the tracks of the Apocalypse Tank, roaring as it tried to flip it over.

The green-skinned behemoths intend to rely on their brute force to fight against humanity's strongest ground vehicles.

However, the Apocalypse Tank rotated and calibrated its side guns, firing directly at the orc's head.

With a tremendous roar, the headless corpse of the heavily armored leader slowly fell to the ground, then was crushed into a bloody pulp by the heavy tracks.

Seeing this, another heavily armed leader grabbed a big, green-skinned guy next to him, rolled him up, and stuffed him into the muzzle of a cannon.

The large, green-skinned creature quickly crawled into the cannon's muzzle, its sharp howl emanating from within.

When the cannon fired again, the shell collided directly with the orc stuck in the barrel, and the resulting fireball shook the overweight vehicle.

In order to cover the advance of the Apocalypse Tank, the Emperor Venom Blade was knocked to the ground by a large group of furious super-heavy armored leaders.

Its vulnerable abdomen was immediately ripped open by the orc's sharp weapon, and the smaller orc boy immediately crawled inside and began to wreak havoc.

The mechanic skillfully began disassembling the internal armor and equipment, and this Transformer died painfully and resentfully.

The Apocalypse Tank switched to its main weapon, and the magnetic harpoon began to charge.

The orc warlord, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Guilliman, suddenly felt a powerful magnetic force binding and pulling him.

The metal armor emitted a sharp buzzing sound under the action of the magnetic harpoon, and each armor plate vibrated at a high frequency.

On the neck of the orc warlord, veins bulged and the throbbing blood vessels beneath his dark green skin were clearly visible.

He resembled a prehistoric behemoth bound by chains, his boots carving two half-meter-deep furrows into the ground.

The air was filled with a strong smell of burning ozone, the smell of ionization sparks generated when the magnetic induction coil was overloaded.

Guilliman's lightsaber slashed out a crimson afterimage, the blade colliding with the phase-powered claws and exploding into blue-white arcs of electricity.

Sparks splattered onto Zak's shoulder armor like erupting lava. Suddenly, the orc warlord grinned, revealing his fangs, and actually used the outer armor of his left arm to actively meet the lightsaber.

However, it is easy to hurt someone, but extremely difficult to inflict a fatal wound.

Zach would rather use his non-vital parts as a shield than let Guilliman injure his vitals even once.

He even completely abandoned his boss-like demeanor, engaging Guilliman in a sleazy and cautious manner, which could be described as lewd and timid.

Faced with this tough nut to crack, Guilliman shook his head.

"How exactly can we take down this orc warlord?"

Bloodhowl Zach was so annoyed by the magnetic harpoons of the Apocalypse Tank that he simply gave up resisting and used the magnetic force to fling himself like a cannonball towards the steel behemoth.

The orc warlord and the Apocalypse Tank were about the same height. He nimbly dodged the harassment from the side cannons of the Apocalypse Tank and flipped over to get behind it.

Then, Zach used his Phase Claws to tear open Apocalypse's rear armor.

He pulled out all the messy things in front of him, including exhaust pipes, energy systems, transmission cables, and so on.

The Apocalypse Tank groans under the powered claws of the Orc warlord.

It once again turned its twin main guns around, attempting to inflict heavy damage on the green-skinned beast by sacrificing itself.

The cannon began to build up power, and the armor-piercing projectile inside was loaded into the chamber through the transmission system.

Zack first tore one of the cannon barrels apart with his power claws, then clenched his right fist and shoved it directly into the remaining barrel.

He was also angered by Guilliman's attack. Even though that big blue guy was no match for him, he was able to make him run away with his tail between his legs by relying on that weird lightsaber.

His mental power begins to waver or even disintegrate when it gets close to Muscle Man, as if the other party is born with the ability to suppress spiritual energy.

Zach racked his brains but couldn't come up with an answer, so he simply used his muscles instead of his brain and his actions instead of thinking.

The cannon was fired, but it was stopped by Zach's iron fist.

The rampaging energy was forcibly forced back into the Apocalypse Tank's weapon system, and the resulting secondary explosion completely destroyed the war vehicle.

The colossal orc, resembling a demon god, pulled out his right hand.

His hand armor remained largely intact, though a layer of metal armor had been chipped away by the energy of the violent explosion.

He gritted his teeth, ripped off the upper turret of the Apocalypse Tank, swung it around to test its weight, and then used it as a substitute for a warhammer to smash Guilliman.

The orc warlord leaped into the air, while Guilliman parried with his sword. The overwhelming force slammed half of Guilliman's body into the ground, where it sank like a nail.

Guilliman seized the opportunity, turned his sword, and thrust forward. The lightsaber pierced through Zack's raised armpit as easily as a hot knife through butter.

This location is where the power armor connects, and no matter how exquisite the craftsmanship, it's impossible to enhance its defensive capabilities to the same level as other locations.

The orc warlord, in pain, instinctively dodged backward, and Guilliman's lightsaber used this force to slice right from his armpit all the way to his abdomen.

A hideous and terrifying scar appeared on the warlord's body, running from his left chest to his lower right abdomen. This was Guilliman's greatest achievement since the start of the war.

If Zack hadn't been so enraged that he smashed Guilliman with the Apocalypse Tank's turret, the Primarch wouldn't have been able to seize this opportunity.

This Transformer, who sacrificed his life, did indeed help the Primarch with his own.

The warlord staggered back several steps, watching as blood gushed from his chest. Numerous complex and redundant organs even began to spill out of his body. He could only forcefully clench his muscles to reduce the bleeding.

"Damn Primarch!" Zach roared.

"It's all because of that glowing big scythe! That blue giant is so despicable! I can't stay here any longer!"

The orc warlord was furious, but he also had thoughts of retreating. He valued his life above all else, and now that he was seriously injured, he had no will to fight.

Although he was already thinking about running away, Zach outwardly appeared determined to fight to the death.

He rallied the heavily armored leaders and the orc giants as they charged at Guilliman once more.

The Primarch immediately sensed something was wrong with this guy, but he couldn't withstand the orc warlord's charge head-on, so he had to dodge to the side.

Then, Zak bypassed Guilliman and charged towards the gleaming Waaagh gate. Guilliman immediately realized that this extremely cunning orc warlord was trying to escape, gripped his lightsaber tightly, and then hurled it with all his might at Zak's back.

The lightsaber streaked across the battlefield like a meteor, striking Bloodhowl Zach precisely in the...buttocks.

Zack gritted his teeth and pulled out Guilliman's weapon without uttering a sound.

When the orc warlord held the sword, he felt a strange force suppressing his waaagh energy, giving him a feeling of weakness and exhaustion.

After thinking for a moment, Zack simply threw the thing on the ground and led his personal guards into the Waaagh Gate, returning to his lair.

To deal with this exceptionally cunning blue behemoth, Zack needs to carefully consider specific strategies and wait until their next meeting to finish off this bastard.

As Guilliman watched the orc warlord disappear, he realized that it was impossible to capture him this time.

He reached out towards the lightsaber he had thrown, and an instinctive feeling welled up inside him. Instantly, the Crimson Sword rose into the air from thousands of meters away and returned to Guilliman's hand.

"Could this really be psionic energy?" Guilliman gripped his weapon in bewilderment, a vague feeling that the orc warlord was right.

“But I have no psionic abilities, not even a talent for them. That was Magnus’s assessment of me a long time ago.”

"Can psionic energy just appear out of thin air? What the hell is going on?"

Killieman was distressed.

He never thought of himself as someone with psychic abilities; he had more faith in his swordsmanship and marksmanship than in such idealistic powers.

But that's the truth. No matter how stubborn Guilliman is, he can't ignore reality and lie through his teeth.

"Once I've resolved this problem, I'll go back and ask Rosie what exactly happened."

Guilliman had no time to think any further. He leaped to a high point on the battlefield, raised his lightsaber, and roared.

"Your orc warlords have been defeated and fled!"

"Bloodhowl Zac has abandoned you!"

"Die, or surrender!"

If Guilliman manages to kill the Orc warlord, the waaagh energy will announce his death to the other Orcs at the moment of his demise, bringing with it a massive backlash.

However, this extremely cowardly fellow chose to quietly escape. In the chaotic and noisy battlefield, very few green-skinned orcs noticed their leader's movements.

They were already bloodthirsty and engaged in fierce combat with the Space Marines who formed the defensive line.

Guilliman's powerful roar immediately attracted the attention of some of the large, green-skinned men.

They searched the battlefield for Zach's figure, their faces full of confusion, but no matter how hard they searched, they could not find that towering figure that looked like a walking Titan.

The orcs' fighting spirit came quickly, but it also faded just as fast.

It's unclear which green-skinned orc was the first to break down, but it all started like a domino effect.

"Boss Zack abandoned us!"

"He escaped! He escaped!"

"We're finished, we're completely finished!"

One by one, the burly orcs screamed in terror as they felt their waaagh energy rapidly draining away, leaving them weak and powerless.

The orc leaders, such as Kork and Zak, were indeed working hard to change the orcs, enhancing their discipline by learning from humans.

Just like now, on the chaotic battlefield, a group of orc political commissars stepped forward. They were holding melee pistols and command swords, and were executing a group of burly orcs who were beginning to collapse.

"Don't run away!"

"Boss Zack, this is a strategic retreat, not an escape!"

Although the orc commissars also felt uncertain, they still unified their story and replaced fleeing with a strategic retreat.

However, the instincts ingrained in orcs are extremely difficult to change. Although they are not in a clear state of collapse yet, the orcs' fighting spirit and morale are indeed declining rapidly.

The most obvious manifestation of this is that the green tide that was originally impacting human territory is rapidly diminishing in strength.

The immense pressure that the Ultramarines and Salamanders had been under suddenly disappeared by more than half, giving them some breathing room.

Behind the green-skinned orcs, some of the more astute tech-boys and master tech-masters realized that the situation was rapidly deteriorating.

The green-skinned political commissar has no power over them; if they don't run now, when will they?
"We're also making a strategic shift; we need to keep up with the pace of Boss Zack and Boss Schwarzenegger!"

The mad doctors and Pain Boys who had come with Zack earlier had already taken the seriously injured Schwarzenegger away from the battlefield, and there was no longer a "warlord-level" orc to take charge of the situation on this battlefield.

The orcs at the rear vanished without a sound, leaving only the waaagh gate, burning with green flames, rippling with wave after wave.

"Focus on eliminating those orc commissars; they're maintaining the morale of the greenskin army!"

"Sever these node orcs; they are the key!"

Guilliman surveyed the battlefield from his vantage point, sending alerts and warnings to the Space Marines.

Immediately, the Ash Claws' ranged snipers began picking off the green-skinned commissar.

They worked alongside the sharpshooters among the Ultramarines, using incredibly precise sniping to reduce the number of Orc commissars.

Accompanied by the whistling of metal bombs, the eerie green light of the Gaussian beam efficiently hunted down the orc commissar.

All the greens that were hit began to painfully decompose, turning into countless free atoms and dissipating.

Seeing that his side was beyond saving, the Blood Axe Giant, Yata, sighed helplessly.

"I can't let my special operations team, which I've trained with so much effort, be lost here like this."

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat with me!"

Those Bloodaxe special forces boys, personally trained by Yatalon, were disciplined and completely different from the chaotic green-skinned orcs.

After this force quietly withdrew through the Waaagh gate, more and more orcs, sensing the danger, also thought about fleeing for their lives.

The speed demons, riding their war motorcycles, began their retreat from the battlefield, carrying the head of their leader, Schumacher.

They completely disregarded the fact that their fellow human beings were everywhere on the battlefield, and those savage, high-speed vehicles crashed directly into the crowd.

Suddenly, many orcs did not die at the hands of humans, but were instead smashed into bloody mist by these speed monsters.

Some enraged orcs immediately used their ranged firepower to blast these crazed speedsters to pieces, and the latter immediately retaliated with their vehicle cannons.

The entire underground battlefield was in complete chaos, and even the surviving orc commissars were unable to maintain order.

"For the Emperor!"

"Charge with me!"

Guilliman's rousing battle cry instantly boosted human morale, and Sigismund stood beside the Primarch.

In the Black Knight's eyes, the Primarch seemed to be undergoing some strange changes at this moment.

As the Imperial Champion, Sigismund understood as early as the Great Rebellion that all Astartes, including himself, were merely weapons of the Lord of Man.

He abandoned his own identity and became completely one with the emperor's will.

This special state also enabled Sigismund, a Space Marine without psionic talents, to observe many mysterious and enigmatic beings.

Now, what is appearing in Guilliman is clearly a very special kind of psychic power, but it is completely different from all the Primarchs that Sigismund has ever seen.

This power, in Sigismund's view, seemed to have the effect of suppressing other psychic powers.

However, Guilliman's power is fundamentally different from the soulless stance possessed by the Silent Sisters.

The latter's soulless stance devours psychic energy like a black hole, so psychics who stay near Sister Silent experience unusual pain because their souls are being slowly stripped away.

Guilliman's is different. If one had to describe it, Sigismund believed it to be a kind of psychic power capable of "denying" psychic energy.

Guilliman was a staunch believer in the truth of the Empire and had always been extremely averse to psionic power.

Even when he had to use psychic energy, he did so indirectly through other psychics.

As the offspring of the most powerful psionic being in the real universe, Guilliman truly felt that he had not inherited even a tiny bit of psionic power.

He stubbornly believed that he was a psionic insulator, therefore he was truly unable to use psionic powers, and when attacked by psionic powers, he behaved no differently than a real psionic Muggle.

Countless thoughts flashed through Sigismund's mind, even giving this pure-willed Emperor Champion a sense of absurdity.

"Is Lord Guilliman's power similar to that of the green-skinned orcs?"

"These Orks can use my power of thought to think they can accomplish all sorts of impossible things."

"And Lord Guilliman can also ponder, except that he ponders that he has no psychic power, and he can also deny the psychic power of others through pondering."

Sigismund sighed, feeling he should properly tell the emperor's son about his deduced findings.

Regardless, this power is not necessarily a bad thing, at least it gives Guilliman more advantages when facing psionic enemies.

"What's wrong? My Black Knight, you seem quite surprised?"

As Guilliman launched his charge, he also noticed the strange look in Sigismund's eyes beside him.

For him, multi-threaded thinking has become an instinct, and he finds it even harder to accept forced focused thinking.

Sigismund used his black sword to cut through the heavy weapon of the heavily armored boss in front of him.

He raised his black sword, creating a dazzling display that resembled a storm, blocking the molten jets of heat from the green-skinned orc's ranged weapon.

Yes, the Black Knight was able to use his sword skills to directly block the energy beams fired by the enemy. Such an incredible feat was not surprising to Sigismund.

“My lord, I believe you have indeed mastered psychic powers.”

"A special kind of psionic energy."

Sigismund sliced ​​the dozen or so bullets fired at him into pieces, the fragments continuing to bounce and riddling several large orcs with holes.

"However, your psionic power doesn't have many other uses; it's only effective against other psionicists."

"You can neither predict the future nor stop time, not even the most basic psionic lightning."

Guilliman listened to the Black Knight's analysis and nodded in agreement.

"Then let's kill all these greenskins, and then I'll hear your opinion."

Guilliman no longer hesitated. He gripped the Crimson Sword, and the Primarch weapon once again emitted a dazzling arc of light.

Even the most massive, extremely irritable, and heavily armored bosses felt powerless in Guilliman's presence.

Their waaagh energy became sluggish, and the leaping electric arcs released by my thought power also suddenly "reversed" and disappeared.

The giant, powerful weapon created by the master craftsman suddenly malfunctioned. The spiritual energy that was supposed to tear apart atoms dissipated into nothingness after encountering some insurmountable barrier.

"Whatever this force may be."

Guilliman manipulated the lightsaber in his hand, causing it to extend rapidly, even reaching a length of 100 meters in a single breath.

"As long as it is practical enough, we should use it without hesitation."

With a long roar, Guilliman's hundred-meter-long lightsaber swept across the battlefield, creating a blank death zone.

One by one, the orcs fell to the ground dead, their supernatural power being forced back into the warp.

Meanwhile, the Space Marines within the battlefield's attack range felt a gentle force brush past their bodies, as harmless as a natural breeze.

His god-like posture terrified the other green-skinned orcs, who lost all will to fight.

"Hey, Brother Mao, is this big blue guy still hiding his true strength?"

"He... he killed over a hundred of us big guys with a single sword strike. We were no match for him!"

"Terrifying! Only our boss can deal with a guy this big."

The terrified green-skinned orcs immediately erupted into chaos, and as more and more of them realized they couldn't find their leader, their morale finally collapsed completely.

They dropped their weapons and removed their armor in order to escape to the Waaagh Gate as quickly as possible.

The orcs cursed themselves for not having been born with more legs so they could run faster in situations like this.

Such a disorganized group of green-skinned orcs was naturally no match for the Space Marine legions commanded by the Primarch.

Guilliman stopped in his tracks, realizing that the outcome of this fierce battle was already decided.

(End of this chapter)