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

Chapter 802 Planet Collide with the Moon

Gravity weapons, while not common for humans, are not exactly rare either.

Some Astartes use gravity guns that can create an extremely strong gravity field in a small area, directly penetrating the enemy's armor and causing damage by compressing the bones and internal organs.

Weapons like gravity hammers and singularity bombs also enhance their lethality and destructive power by manipulating gravity.

However, compared to conventional weapons, human gravity weapons are not included in the conventional weapon category.

These weapons are far more complex in technology and have much higher maintenance costs compared to the simple and straightforward bomb guns and plasma guns.

As for the Gravity Whip, which is mounted on the Battle Moon, it is an extremely useless and absurd black technology weapon for humanity.

Gravity, as one of the four fundamental forces, is much weaker than the strong and weak forces and the electromagnetic force.

To use gravity as a weapon, it would require a much larger size and energy supply than other weapons.

Given the typical size of human warships, there is simply no way to accommodate weapons that can create a gravitational whip effect.

The reason why Loxi used gravity weapons as a trump card was because the Amatra battle planet he built in the 500 world was because it was large enough and had enough energy.

The Green-skinned Orcs' Battle Moon, with its massive size and unique faster-than-light movement, naturally possesses the advantage of using gravity weapons.

Vulcan dispersed his fleet across star systems because these celestial bodies and planets possessed immense gravitational fields.

These celestial bodies' gravitational fields have evolved over hundreds of millions of years and have long since entered a state of relative equilibrium.

Once the green-skinned orcs' gravitational storm enters it, it will naturally interact with the gravitational fields of other celestial bodies, thus weakening its destructive power.

While not entirely immune, it can at least reduce the risks that human fleets would have to bear.

The green-skinned orcs didn't care about anything else; their hatred for humans was off the charts. So, the two battle moons rushed into the interior of the star system and unleashed a gravitational storm in pursuit of the Undying Ember.

The Undying Ember made an emergency turn, changing its trajectory at top speed to enter an evasive state.

The immense inertia caused things inside the warship that weren't fully reinforced, such as counters, machinery, servants, and even ordinary people, to be flung out.

Some people crashed into the ship's armored compartments, instantly suffering head injuries and bleeding profusely.

However, most people survived this sudden shock thanks to advance preparations and the help of magnetic locks.

Subsequently, thanks to the captain's masterful maneuvering, the Undying Ember managed to hide behind a solid planet roughly the size of Saturn.

An invisible gravitational storm struck instantly. These destructive forces, capable of traveling at the speed of light, were like a pair of invisible giant hands, wantonly kneading and twisting the planet before them.

However, the planet's natural gravitational field is not made of clay; it counteracts and pulls against the gravitational storms of the fighting moon.

The Undying Ember was like a ship that had entered a safe harbor, with most of the gravitational storms being blocked by the planet.

The remaining power was only enough to make the warship shake slightly.

However, on the other side of the planet, the situation was quite dire.

The interaction between gravitational storms and planetary gravity produces forces that are at least celestial in scale.

This also caused the planet's crust to crack under compression and stretching, and to be torn into smaller fragments.

These shattered fragments of the Earth's crust are being pulled apart by the gravity of the fighting moon and the gravity of the planet.

Even with the naked eye, one can see that those massive, mountain-like fragments of the Earth's crust sometimes detach from the planet's surface and rush straight into the atmosphere, and sometimes fall back down in tidal storms.

If life were to emerge on this planet, its entire ecosystem would likely be destroyed by this terrifying gravitational storm.

The orcs have more than one battle moon.

The second evil moon clan's battle moon also activated the Gravity Whip and attacked the Undying Ember from another direction, turning the poor planet into a plaything in the gravitational tides.

The two battle moons and the Undying Ember orbit the central planet, forming a spatial relationship resembling a triangle.

Because the Gravity Whip has a limited coverage area, the two combat moons cannot completely cover a 360-degree direction, which gives the Undying Ember room to move and dodge.

If the Salamander Legion's flagship were to be caught by these two gravitational tides, it would face devastating consequences.

It would not be surprising if a flagship were twisted or broken by two opposing forces.

Green-skinned orcs and human warships chased and dodged in the void, playing a death game reminiscent of the Qin King circling a pillar.

In terms of agility, the combat moon is naturally no match for the speed-renowned Thundercloud-class planetary warship, and is left running around in circles.

After several failed attempts, the irritable Orks simply kept demanding that the Great Techies increase the output power of Gravity Whip.

Besides being thick-skinned and tough, the most notable feature of the green-skinned orcs' creations is that they are quite unstable and difficult to control.

After the gravity whip continued to operate for more than half a minute, many energy nodes on the battle moon began to burn and catch fire.

The Ork were completely unconcerned about the danger of the fire; their haphazardly piled-up cables, ammunition, and other debris quickly spread the fire.

Many fart demons and snot demons immediately dragged fire extinguishers and rushed over to put out the fire.

Many cables overheated and melted, causing current to leak out and electrocuting many young men who were not properly insulated.

Some reactors even emitted thick smoke, and the numerous malfunctions triggered a chain reaction, causing one after another to explode like dominoes.

The damage caused by torpedoes launched by human fleets was not even as great as the destruction caused by these devices malfunctioning and crashing.

The unnamed planet was torn to pieces by the gravitational fields of the two warring moons.

Especially when the battle moon itself got close enough and crossed the Roche limit, a large number of crustal fragments were lifted into the air and broke free from the gravitational pull.

Under the influence of gravitational storms, numerous rock fragments began to rotate around the planet's near-Earth orbit, forming a ring structure similar to Saturn's.

It can be said that if this continues, the planet's fate will be to be torn apart, like an onion whose outer layers are peeled away to expose its fragile core.

In the star system, hundreds of Salamander warships took advantage of the precious time that the battle moon was tied down to begin their accelerated hunt for the green-skinned warships that were following the battle moon.

With cannons firing in unison and light spears flying everywhere, the exchange ratio between green-skinned warships and human warships could even reach an astonishing forty to one.

This is still the result of the Salamander Legion's lack of expertise in space naval warfare. If the Chogoris Warhawks had participated in this war, the casualty ratio would probably have been even more outrageous.

"The original vessel is in great danger. Should we launch a boarding operation?"

"Slam the boarding torpedoes and drop pods directly onto the combat moon and dismantle these damned greenskin creations from the inside."

In the Salamander fleet, many of the Vulcan's sons grew increasingly anxious, their fathers aboard the Undying Ember, caught in a pincer attack by two battle moons.

Even if the Lord of Fire Dragons possesses the immortality of an immortal being, what good would it do to be resurrected in such a battlefield environment?

Individual strength is far too insignificant. The Fire Dragon Lord's spiritual power is mainly manifested in his immortality, unlike his Magnus brothers who possess terrifying power capable of manipulating the stars.

"The Primarch hasn't given the order yet, continue to wait." The Salamander company commanders were equally anxious, but they suppressed their unease and chose to trust their father.

Just as the salamanders believed, Vulcan lured the green-skinned orcs' battle moons around the planets, not only to use these natural barriers to block gravitational storms.

The Gravity Whip can be the Greenskinned Orcs' secret weapon, or it can be their death warrant.

The ship of the Undying Ember was rocking violently, and the crew inside felt like sailors from the Age of Exploration in ancient Terra, experiencing the deadly turbulence of the wind and waves.

This is extremely rare, after all, for a giant ship that is hundreds of kilometers long, its stability is practically celestial.

Many crew members have lived on the ship for generations since they began serving on the warship, and they are already used to their living environment, which is not much different from those planetary worlds.

But at that moment, they suddenly realized that they were on a super-sized ship, and that even the Undying Ember could rock.

Vulcan soothed the flagship's machine spirit through the Dawnbringer, and he could sense its unease and anger: it had always been the one crushing other warships, but now it was being crushed by the green-skinned orcs' Battle Moon.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to keep running away; even if it meant destruction, she would teach the fighting moon a lesson.

The Undying Ember carries the blood of Nocturne, and like that planet that is constantly experiencing destruction and rebirth, it has an extremely fierce character.

"Patience, my child, the moment of retaliation is coming soon."

"We only have one chance to fight back, and we must seize it firmly."

Communicating with machine spirits is a minor aspect of Vulcan's unique spiritual power.

The emperor bestowed special abilities upon each of his sons, and this ability of Vulcan's also created his incredible talent for forging.

"They are too arrogant, thinking that their fighting spirit is invincible. We can only run away from them."

“Size is an advantage, but under certain conditions it can also become a disadvantage.”

"The gravity whip is like the thick hemp rope that sailors often used during the Age of Exploration to moor their ships at the dock."

A cable soaked in seawater can withstand enormous tension from both sides, but if it reaches its limit and snaps, the consequences will be dire.

Vulcan was also quite interested in the early history of humankind, and although he didn't know it as well as Guilliman, he was still very knowledgeable about it.

At that time, being a seaman was a high-risk profession because even an ordinary-looking cable could kill someone on the rough seas.

Sailors caught in the snapping of the mooring ropes will be torn into pieces in the blink of an eye.

The Undying Ember was cheering; she had understood Vulcan's meaning.

The flagship has entered a state of great joy.

Vulcan is still waiting for the right moment. He must launch his attack when the planet is close to the Roche limit and about to collapse in order to wipe out both war moons in one fell swoop.

This requires amazing observation skills and a strong heart that can withstand unlimited pressure.

Fortunately, Vulcan never lacked these.

The planet, torn and stretched by two warring moons, is struggling desperately. With each rotation, it throws out some of its surface rock and soil under the impact of gravitational storms.

Its crust was peeled away layer by layer, and huge tremors came from deep within the core. The ultra-high pressure liquid iron and nickel hidden deep inside began to be exposed to the line of sight of scanning arrays such as the astrolabe.

The boiling torrents of metal appeared as a glaring orange-red in the Mechanicus's sensors, as gruesome as an open wound on a planet.

"It's now."

"Launch the Bipolar Cyclone torpedoes." Vulcan's voice reached the ears of the technical sergeant and the crew operating the weapon platform.

The Imperial Navy, which had been holding back for a long time, immediately launched its revenge.

The countless detectors are the eyes of the Undying Ember, and all the collected data is compiled and input into the quantum supercomputer to establish a complex mathematical model of the gravitational field.

After countless complex calculations, humanity finally identified the most vulnerable geological structure of the planet before them.

In many cases, destroying a planet isn't actually that difficult; all you need to do is find that crucial point and give it a gentle push...

The collapse then began.

If this transmission lasts long enough, even the force of toppling the first domino can be amplified to the point of tearing a planet apart.

The bipolar cyclone torpedoes were transported from the warship's warehouse and pushed into the launch silos. Then, the awakening ceremony of the machine spirits was carried out under the control of the mechanical priests.

The plasma core of this powerful weapon was ignited, and the destructive energy inside the warhead was poised to be unleashed.

The planet's surface has now become a living hell.

Continental plates, torn apart by gravitational lashes, float in the ionosphere, with trillions of tons of rock forming a death vortex at the edge of the Roche limit.

“Now!”

The magnetic track of the launch silo burst forth with a supernova-like brilliance.

When the bipolar cyclone torpedo penetrates the thin atmosphere, the eerie blue flames ejected from its tail leave a trail of light thousands of kilometers long in the ionized gas.

Anyone who sees this scene will be awestruck by its beauty.

The torpedo's thermoforming device easily penetrated the already fractured crust, plunging deep into the planet's mantle and reaching its core.

The bipolar torpedo is so small, but when it enters the core of a planet, it will trigger a horrific catastrophe that will shatter the entire planet. The annihilation power contained within the torpedo warhead has finally begun to be released.

The entire planet seemed to freeze, its rotation stopped.

The violent energy tore apart the planet's stable structure, much like triggering a planet-wide nuclear fission, leveraging the planet's own power to cause it to collapse.

The astronomical instrument showed that the planet's magnetic field readings surged tens of thousands of times in a very short period of time, and everything within the planet's atmosphere would be ionized into atomic dust.

The entire planet was torn apart like a broken egg by two opposing gravitational lashes.

The kinetic energy generated by the planet's explosion, combined with the pressure from the battle moon's pull, caused those giant crustal fragments, each with a minimum diameter of over 500 kilometers, to crash into the battle moon at extreme speed.

The green-skinned orcs also sensed the impending crisis and immediately ordered the Great Tech Master and the Tech Boys to forcibly shut down the system.

But you can't just shut down the things belonging to the green-skinned orcs.

Even if the energy system is cut off, the machine that generates super gravity can continue to operate for a while under the influence of my thinking power.

"If we mess with Mao, we're doomed!"

"Run! Run! Run!"

On the surface of the battle moon, millions of green-skinned orcs watched helplessly as the shattered planetary crust pressed down on them.

When such a colossal creation descends, one only needs to look up at the sky to see the outlines of planetary crusts as far as the eye can see.

Many of the green-skinned orcs even felt disoriented, as if the two planets had overlapped at that moment.

At this point, neither shutting down the gravitational whip nor urgently reversing the force field direction can help.

There was no other way but to take the impact head-on.

A planetary fragment with a diameter of 500 kilometers finally collided with the Battle Moon. The mountains on the fragment, like a giant ram, pierced the Battle Moon's interior.

The Waaagh force field shield on the moon's surface lasted only a fraction of a second before collapsing; it was utterly incapable of withstanding such a planetary-scale collision.

All life was reduced to dust in the shockwave and extreme heat. The violent collision even forcibly created the conditions for nuclear fusion, and the resulting energy radiation instantly illuminated the entire galaxy.

Humanity's warships are ready. Vulcan stands on the bridge, a symbol of faith and spirit for all human warriors.

As long as he stands there, no one will be afraid, shrink back, or hesitate.

The Fire Dragon Lord's pupils, which resembled the lava sea of ​​Nocturne Star, contracted slightly, and then a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"They've been infected."

On the surface of the battle moon, the armor plates pieced together from scrap iron several kilometers thick rippled and wavered like liquid, then caved inward like fragile tin foil.

The terrifying kinetic energy was converted into heat and radiation, and planetary debris pierced the interior of the battle moon, destroying the reactor arrays that were fifty kilometers in diameter.

The shockwave erupted from the breach, uprooting the gravity whip launch towers on the surfaces of the two combat moons.

Unrestrained, the gravity weapons began to attack indiscriminately, and the two gravity whips intertwined like mad pythons, causing even more chaos.

"The green-skinned orcs are finished." The same thought arose in the minds of countless humans.

"We're doomed!" the Orcs thought to themselves.

The destruction caused by the planet's collision with the moon has brought the Battle Moon to the brink of destruction.

More than 70% of the green-skinned orcs died in the chain reaction of disasters caused by the collision, and only those hiding on the dark side of the battle moon had a chance of survival.

However, extremely important system structures such as the Waaagh Force Field Shield, the Neuro Boy Tower, the Waaagh Gate, and the Planetary Engine have all been completely damaged and taken offline.

The surviving master technicians and young mechanics are struggling to survive, desperately trying to repair the badly damaged machinery and mend the broken rifts with their hot melt welding guns and other tools.

But even my ability to think has its limits.

The higher the technological content of a creation, the lower the influence of my thinking power. For example, even if humans obtain a giant war weapon like the Battle Moon, they can still conduct in-depth research and analysis.

Both war moons simultaneously entered a state of near destruction, with raging fires burning on the shattered planets and the desperate howls of the surviving green-skinned orcs echoing through the ruins.

From boundless glory to a disastrous end, only a few hours had passed.

The warriors of the Salamander Fleet all looked up at that tall figure with boundless admiration.

That was Vulcan, the eighteenth son of the Emperor, the great Primarch, the one who brought them victory and glory.

Only under the command of the Primarch could they create the conditions for victory by utilizing the natural environment in such a perilous and desperate situation.

Even seasoned veterans never imagined such a far-fetched tactic as using a shattered planet to directly collide with the battle moon, causing it to completely paralyze and self-destruct.

Among his many brilliant brothers, Vulcan never seemed to be the most outstanding or prominent.

In terms of prestige, he was inferior to Horus; in terms of tactics, he was inferior to Ryan; in terms of charisma, he was inferior to Saint Gilles; and in terms of leadership, he was inferior to Feralas.

The only thing worth praising is his superb forging skills; the weapons forged by Vulcan are recognized as divine weapons.

This ability may earn you appreciation and admiration, but it won't earn you worship and trust.

However, not having the ability and choosing to hide the ability are two completely different things.

Vulcan's tolerant and forgiving nature made him more willing to be a supporting character to his brothers than a flower vying for attention.

If every Primarch were to be sharp-tongued and confrontational, it would not be a good thing for the overall situation. Vulcan is the lubricant between the brothers.

"The enemy is already in disarray."

"Our opportunity has arrived."

Vulcan's steady, deep voice resonated in the ears of all the Astartes, like the striking of a hammer and anvil on the Nocturne Star, full of power.

"They are no longer able to launch an effective counterattack."

"Now, immediately launch a boarding operation against the remaining enemy forces!"

"We must annihilate this entire force of green-skinned orcs and show these aliens that we humans are the victors of this war!"

The Primarch's orders were swiftly relayed, and thousands of Salamander warriors crawled into drop pods, boarded boarding torpedoes, or even rode directly on Thunderhawk gunships and Stormbirds towards the ravaged Battle Moon.

If the moon had remained intact during the battle, doing this would have been tantamount to suicide.

However, the battle moon has now been severely damaged, and even the waaagh force field shield on its surface has been completely destroyed.

Not kicking someone when they're down at a time like this would be a waste of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Meanwhile, on other battlefields within the galaxy, with the battle moon suffering heavy damage, the fighting spirit of those green-skinned warships plummeted like an avalanche.

Most orcs lack a sense of overall combat. They follow their leaders, do their jobs, and only believe what they see in front of them when it comes to the big picture.

Now they see that the shrimp's warships are not much of a problem, but their own battle moon seems to be about to kick the bucket.

More and more orcs began to feel fear and started to uncontrollably think the worst.

"So the shrimp's warship cannons are so powerful. They destroyed our battle moon, which we had worked so hard to build, with just one shot."

"If our warships are hit by those shrimp cannons, won't they be reduced to ashes?"

"I can't get hit, absolutely not!"

A wave of doubt quickly spread like a plague through the minds of the orcs.

It's like some kind of meme virus, possessing real-world impact.

The commanders of the Salamander's warships were surprised to find that the weapon arrays on their warships seemed to have increased in power in a short period of time.

The light spear, which could barely penetrate the green-skinned waaagh force field shield, is now like it's been given a cheat code. It can penetrate the protection with a single shot and turn a green-skinned warship into a sky full of fireworks.

Even some attacks that had clearly deviated from their intended trajectory and were unlikely to hit the enemy ship were deliberately redirected in mid-air and struck the warships that should have dodged.

Even the light spear, a straight-line attack that travels at the speed of light, was distorted into a chaotic, curved shape on the battlefield.

Even the mechanical priests on the warship were deeply shocked by the bizarre and wonderful sights before them.

This is bizarre, absolutely bizarre. The only explanation for all of this is the sheer audacity of the green-skinned orcs.

While the Orcs' ability to think is useful, it can also become a double-edged sword if they find themselves in a passive situation.

The first group of Salamander Space Marines aboard boarding torpedoes have landed on the surface of the Battle Moon.

Their landing proceeded smoothly, without the annoying waaagh force field shields or the dense barrage of orc anti-air fire.

The green-skinned orcs are no longer capable of stopping the human airborne attack.

The Salamander fleet was also equipped with a large number of Sentinel Ironmen for fire support. These massive metal war machines quickly searched for the green-skinned orcs and unleashed long-range firepower to blast the survivors into dust.

The sons of Vulcan landed in an orderly fashion from the boarding torpedoes, airdrop bays, and gunboats, and then followed behind the Sentinel Iron Man, letting these truly steel-willed men lead the way.

Salamanders are never lacking in self-sacrifice, but they are definitely not stupid; they won't rigidly create difficulties where none exist.

The Sons of Vulcan cannot afford too much loss; if given a choice, they would prefer to preserve their strength.

Upon landing, the Salamanders immediately placed teleportation beacons in the cleared safe zones on the Battle Moon to better coordinate with the arrival of subsequent support troops.

Even heavier heavy weapons were also transported via the teleportation system and landed on the surface of the battle moon.

Hundreds of Hellfire Predator tanks, super-heavy tanks, Emperor Poison Blade type, Shadow Blade type, and the Petrified Lizard self-propelled artillery responsible for long-range firepower began to unleash their fury.

Compared to the standard war vehicles of the Empire, most of these behemoths belonging to the Eighteenth Legion have undergone secondary modifications by the Salamanders.

With the enhancements made by these skilled craftsmen, the lethality of war vehicles far surpasses that of their counterparts.

Traditionally, the dormant Dreadnoughts in the Legion would also be deployed to the battlefield as firepower.

This was both to improve the efficiency of resource utilization and to satisfy the fighting spirit of those ancient warriors who were willing to dedicate everything to the emperor.

However, since the Empire's biomedical technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, many ancient Astartes who could only remain statically sealed in the sarcophagi of Dreadnoughts, barely clinging to life, have been given a second chance at life.

Their remains were removed from the sarcophagus, and their bodies were restored using biological cloning technology, thus re-establishing their life cycle system.

They were able to escape this painful prison and experience the world with their own bodies.

Of course, not all Dreadnoughts were saved. Some veterans in the Dreadnoughts suffered injuries from the strange witchcraft of the warp and aliens, which could not be easily resolved by simple medical technology.

Regardless, the fire lizards' heavy iron fists had left the green-skinned orcs dizzy and disoriented.

These Ork, filled with anger and hatred, had to face both the devastation on the Battle Moon and the fierce attacks from humans in space.

When the colossal figure of the warlord-class Titan appeared amidst the ruins of the Battle Moon, the morale of the human warriors instantly soared to its peak.

These divine machines, equipped with six void shield generators and capable of rapidly annihilating enemies using their volcano cannons, earthquake cannons, and triple-barreled laser cannons, can display terrifying dominance when lacking opponents of equal strength to restrain them.

With the addition of heavy armed gunships hovering in the air and the fire support of the Tengu mechs, a three-dimensional firepower network integrating air and ground forces and combining infantry and tanks was formed, which led to the rapid and organized slaughter of the green-skinned orcs on the battle moon.

They originally had an overwhelming advantage over humans, but due to their arrogance and conceit, they were directly defeated by Vulcan using the natural environment to turn the tide and reverse the situation.

The blood of the green-skinned orcs seeped and flowed in the ravines of the Battle Moon, gathering into a gurgling river of blood.

The corpses of the dead orcs were piled up, making it extremely difficult for the tracks of the Emperor's Poison Blade to move forward, constantly emitting a terrifying sound as the tracks crushed bones.

Even though the previous celestial collision killed the vast majority of the orcs, the number of the lucky survivors was still outrageously large.

If the Waaagh gate hadn't been severely damaged and unable to continue operating, the human landing forces would likely still be facing an extremely brutal meat grinder.

But war never offers "what ifs"; any "what ifs" are merely excuses for the weak.

These Ork, trapped on the shattered war moon, faced only the prospect of being slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)