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

Chapter 811 Guilliman Beheads Vograme (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
At this moment, the Anvil Galaxy was in complete chaos.

The human, orc, and chaos factions are entangled in a complex web of conflict, and everyone except those on their own side is an enemy.

The Primarchs, including Loka, did not send their own warships to join the war.

Relying solely on human prisoners sacrificed on the anvil is insufficient to open a sufficiently large and stable subspace passage for their warships to pass through.

However, they don't need space battleships, because the power of chaos has already infiltrated the fire salamanders' warships.

Guilliman raised his Dominion and unleashed a barrage of powerful explosives at Forgrim, who was charging straight at him.

Knowing that he would be dealing with his Primarch brothers who had been raised to demonic powers, Guilliman specifically replaced his ammunition with anti-phantom bombs designed to counter warp demons.

The explosive charge contained a large amount of black stone powder and a small amount of ashes from untouchable individuals.

Whenever the bomb explodes in the air, the ashes are released into the air, suppressing the combat power of the subspace creatures.

Vograve, who had been wearing a lewd and wanton smile, suddenly realized something was wrong after dodging Guilliman's ranged attacks several times.

He took a few deep breaths of the gunpowder smoke containing the ashes of the Untouchables, and then the Soulless Field began to react within the Primarch's internal organs.

The proud Slaanesh prince trembled violently, wishing he could vomit up everything in his stomach.

"My brother, you've actually improved a bit over the years... Ugh!"

"Forgrim said in a sinister voice, while Luo Jia waved his Enlightener, and a dazzling bolt of psionic lightning descended.

He had never forgotten the fact that Guilliman, the Primarch, possessed an unusually weak psionic ability.

The best way to deal with Guilliman is to use psionic energy; this guy's close-combat ability is actually not bad.

In the past, even Kolfalen was able to use psionic powers to defeat Guilliman, and now he is even more confident that he can defeat the Macragans even more easily.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge Luo Jia's attack, Guilliman gritted his teeth and used his shoulder armor to meet the psionic lightning head-on.

The Limit Lord was instantly blasted away by the violent psionic lightning. His magnificent cobalt blue armor was covered with burn marks left by the psionic lightning, and his energy shield was damaged by flashing arcs. He looked quite disheveled.

"You're still the same, my poor Guilliman. This is what happens when you refuse to accept the power of the warp."

Luo Jia seemed to find some comfort in Guilliman, in order to mend the wounds inflicted by Vulcan's sharp tongue.

He approached the Makulaq man step by step, his eyes revealing mockery and amusement as he looked down at him from his superior position.

The Great Man of Words enjoyed this feeling, especially when the person lying before him was Guilliman, with whom he had a deep-seated grudge.

Guilliman simply kept his head down, seemingly suffering from severe physical injuries, or perhaps fearing the immense power that Luo Jia now wielded.

Seeing this, Luo Jia was overjoyed, but on the surface he still maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

He planned to retreat immediately after taking down Guilliman, taking advantage of the situation and calling it a day.

"Go to Ferulus and give me Guilliman!"

Luo Jia turned around and roared at Fugrim, his crimson face full of seriousness, showing no sign of joking.

But Forgrim was not intimidated by Luo Jia at all, and he immediately retorted with a sharp and sarcastic retort.

"You just want to pick on the weak, don't you? Felus is now infused with the Emperor's power, and no one can truly defeat or kill him. I don't want to meet Felus now."

"When Fabius's experiment succeeds, I will have a Ferrus who truly loves me, understands me, and obeys me."

"Do you want to be my enemy, Luo Jia? Forgive my bluntness, but my brother, you probably can't do it based on your strength."

Forgrim was also envious of Guilliman; after all, a shattered and indestructible Ferus was nowhere near as sought after as a living, breathing psionic Muggle.

If he brings Guilliman back to Slaanesh's Silver Palace, the Dark Prince will reward him handsomely for his contribution and bestow upon him even more blessed power.

Moreover, just imagining Guilliman's stubborn, innocent little expression and how he would react after witnessing the bizarre and varied games played in Slaanesh's court, Fugrim could no longer contain his desires.

"Oh, pure Guilliman, kind Guilliman, upright Guilliman, what will you be like after you fall into evil?"

"I hope that after your entire body is filled with the power of ecstasy by the Prince of Pleasure, you will still be able to stubbornly uphold the truth of your empire."

Guilliman remained silent, his Hand of Domination continuing to fire stubbornly, while the Crimson Sword in his right hand carefully parried and defended against the relentless attacks.

“You shameful traitors, your glory and pride are so false.”

I will defeat you and bring you, you shameful and pathetic creatures, back to Terra to be judged before my father's throne.

Guilliman continued spouting platitudes to vent his feeble anger and resentment toward his traitorous brother.

A sense of confusion arose in Luo Jia's heart. Based on his understanding of Guilliman, the guy's performance seemed a bit bland.

Logically speaking, Guilliman would indeed say these things, but his subtle facial expressions and movements should have been more intense.

His terrible habit of getting easily agitated should have made him unable to tolerate it by now.

The person who knows you best is your rival; this statement has always been true.

Luo Jia was immediately suspicious, but the situation was urgent and he didn't have much time to think about the reasons in detail.

Surely Guilliman wasn't preparing some kind of trump card and deliberately putting on this act to lure them in, was he?
No way, no way, where did that silly boy from Macurag get such deep cunning?

However, Forgrim, who had fallen into Slaanesh's arms, would not have so many complicated thoughts.

He was already an addict who was intoxicated by extreme sensations, and his only concern was whether what he was doing could bring greater sensory stimulation.

As for the consequences, do they matter?
And Guilliman, this brand-new toy, will obviously give him a lot of excitement.

As Fugrim fought on, his scimitar flashed across Guilliman's body, sparking countless blinding flashes.

Fugrim's swordsmanship was already superior, not to mention that he now had four arms and four weapons. The Limit Lord was constantly defeated in front of him, and even revealed fatal weaknesses on several occasions.

But Forgrim seemed to be toying with him, showing no intention of completely killing Guilliman, instead leaving scars on his exposed body.

Felus was also providing support to Guilliman's side, and the Great Word Bearer cast another area-of-effect spell, slowing the flow of time near the Iron Hand.

The cursed legion, burning with warp flames, was noticeably slower, but they were also adapting to this negative state very quickly, and Luo Jia couldn't stop them for long.

"Hurry up and do it, you bastard, what are you hesitating for?"

Forgrim ignored Loka's rebuke, seemingly enjoying the feeling of slandering Guilliman in front of Feralus.

"Don't you have the so-called Fearless Four? As long as you fight alongside any one of Felus, Dorne, Lemanrus, or Saint Gilles, you will be fearless against any enemy."

"Ferus is right here beside you, but my brother, why is your counterattack so weak?"

"Look at your technique, it's utterly devoid of beauty. Your strength is far inferior to mine. Your combat awareness is so lax. You even dare to be distracted in front of me!"

“You value Feralus so much, but Feralus has never cared about you. You are nothing to him!”

Forgrim's sharp voice rang out, and the other Primarchs present immediately sensed a strange atmosphere.

This sounds like... fucking a declaration of sovereignty over Feralas?

Is there some unknown secret between Ferrus, Fugrim, and Guilliman?

Despite such aggressive humiliation, Guilliman remained calm.

"Wait, those Ever Victorious Army soldiers didn't rush up to cover their Primarchs!"

Luo Jia, who had been fending off Feralas, finally figured out where the problem lay.

The Ever Victorious Army was less Guilliman's bodyguard and more his stretcher-bearer team.

In Luo Jia's memory, the number of times the Ever-Victorious Army rescued Guilliman was definitely the most among all the Primarchs.

These loyal Ultramarines would never abandon their Primarch.

But the fact that these people haven't rushed up at all proves that their waiting is entirely Guilliman's doing.

By having the Ever Victorious Army stand by, doesn't that mean he has absolute confidence in himself?
There is a conspiracy!
Luo Jia was about to signal Fogrem to create some distance and be wary of Guilliman's despicable tricks when Guilliman's long-awaited counterattack finally arrived.

The Crimson Sword, which had been flashing with arcs of energy from the disintegrating force field, suddenly burst forth with endless brilliance.

A long, white light spread from the Crimson Sword, quickly reshaping it into an even larger lightsaber.

"This is your trump card? My brother?"

"It looks appealing, but I wonder how effective it will actually be..."

Fugrim’s instinctive sarcasm, his hostility and prejudice against Guilliman, were almost unshakable.

However, when Guilliman's lightsaber actually clashed with Vograim's piercing scimitar, everyone heard an unusually crisp cracking sound.

The sound didn't resemble the shattering of weapons; rather, it sounded like the mournful cry of a savage thug smashing a precious glass, agate, and jade mirror on a princess's bedside table.

The dagger in Forgrim's hand was suddenly reduced to half, the jagged fragments reflecting the astonished demon prince.

How can this be?

Forgrim's weapon was a divine weapon personally forged by the Lord of Pleasure after he was elevated to the status of Slaanesh Prince.

They are copies of the original Blade of Ral, and can even be seen as Blades of Ral from different timelines.

This powerful weapon, captured from the stab-man alien, directly led to Fulgrim's corruption; its power and resilience are unimaginable.

But at that very moment, after clashing with Guilliman's Crimson Sword, Fugrim's weapon shattered, losing its original sharpness.

The fact that his weapon was broken during the duel was an unprecedented humiliation and mockery for Fugrim.

Forgrim was the proudest of all the Primarchs, and he naturally believed himself to be superior to all his brothers in every way.

He holds himself to the strictest standards in order to achieve "perfection" in every aspect.

The morbid pursuit of perfection was the deep-seated cause of Forgrim's downfall. This obsession and pride meant that the Dark Prince's gaze never left him.

In some respects, Forgrim's fall from grace was the most proactive and the most profound.

He demanded that his charisma be more dazzling than that of Saint Gilles, that his forging skills be more exquisite than those of Feralas, that his loyalty be more absolute than that of Ryan Johnson, and that his tactical command abilities be more powerful than those of Horus…

Even towards the emperor, he was not as unwaveringly loyal as others imagined.

In Forgrim's eyes, the Emperor was merely a perfect benchmark to be pursued.

When Forgrim, under the influence of the Slaanesh of Ral's Blade, discovered that the Emperor might not be as perfect as he had imagined, his betrayal unfolded naturally.

His arrogance led him to believe that Feralus shared the same thoughts, which is why he was so certain that he would persuade Feralus to join him on Horus's orders.

His intense hostility towards Guilliman stemmed not only from the fact that Guilliman coveted his Felus, but more importantly, from the following reasons:

When Guilliman returned to the Empire, he already controlled the vast territory of Altramar.

When Forgrim returned, he only controlled the world of Chemos, which made the proud Phoenix feel that he had actually lost to Guilliman, that fool.

Guilliman's gaze was like iron; he had been hiding his trump card all along—a special psychic power that could negate other psychic powers.

He knew that with his own strength, it would be quite difficult to defeat a one-on-one demon Primarch like Forgrim.

So from the very beginning, he was luring the other party into a trap, constantly amplifying the arrogance and prejudice in the other party's heart.

Only when the trump card is revealed at the crucial moment can it unleash its greatest destructive power.

Under Guilliman's "negation" power, the Slaanesh power on Vogrim's weapon was weakened and blurred.

The Demon Prince's ability to move freely in the real universe relies on numerous ritual sacrifices to blur the obstruction of the veil.

Now, the very foundation upon which he exists is being further negated, causing Fugrim's stability and the power he can wield to decline rapidly in a short period of time.

Guilliman brandished his lightsaber, giving his enemies no chance to breathe or dodge.

No matter how good Forgrim's swordsmanship was, he could not possibly defeat Guilliman, who was also a master swordsman, when his own weapon crumbled at the first touch.

The fighting style of the Limit Lord is upright, fair and even. While it may not bring any unexpected surprises, it also avoids making any low-level mistakes.

After severing all of Forgrim's Ral's Blades, the lightsaber swung upwards, leaving a wound on Prince Slaanesh's chest and abdomen where his writhing internal organs could be seen.

The skin, resembling snake scales, was completely turned inside out, yet it failed to heal again, leaving the wound to bleed continuously.

Fugrim laughed heartily, his laughter utterly unrestrained and arrogant.

"Ahem... My dear little brother, you've really kept this a secret!"

"This is your psychic power? Unbelievable, you've actually come to your senses!" "What a ridiculous joke, Guilliman's psychic power? It's just like Dorn's emotional intelligence, it doesn't exist."

Foghrim didn't seem discouraged by his defeat; instead, he pretended to praise Guilliman.

But Guilliman sensed that the look in the other man's eyes, burning with jealousy and arrogance, was growing colder and colder.

In an instant, the long tail behind Forgrim moved, its sharp blade a hidden weapon.

Even without its fangs, a venomous snake can still kill its prey with a deadly constriction.

The long, serpentine tail coiled tightly around Guilliman, its venomous blade poking at his neck, ready to strike at any moment.

However, Guilliman never let his guard down. He once again swung his lightsaber, slicing the Fallen Brothers' bodies into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his sword upwards with a practiced, seamless motion, the gleaming arc of the blade slicing across the demon prince's neck.

A crack appeared on Fugrim's beautiful pinkish-purple skin, and his head, with its winding, demonic horns, stared intently at Guilliman.

He seemed to want to resist and struggle, but under the pull of gravity, Forgrim's head rolled to the ground, and his headless body, like a decapitated serpent, writhed and twisted on the ground.

"You killed me!" the head screamed.

"How dare you!"

Guilliman strode forward and used his lightsaber to hack Forgrim's head and mangled body into an indistinguishable mass of flesh.

Guilliman beheaded Vograim—all of this happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that even Luo Jia, who was standing nearby, didn't have time to stop it before it was over.

Even Angron, whose mind was filled with killing and bloodshed, was stunned by the earth-shattering blow that Guilliman had unleashed.

Is this still the weak and laughable Guilliman they remember?
"you you!"

Luo Jia immediately understood where the unease he had always felt came from.

This guy is really playing dumb to fool everyone!
That special psionic energy might not be very effective against ordinary enemies, but it is a real and effective counter to the warp energy they possess.

Guilliman's attacks have a built-in negation effect, which is precisely the Achilles' heel of warp creatures.

They shouldn't have existed in the real universe in the first place, and once the anchor points that helped them were denied, they were naturally banished back to the subspace as well.

With this domineering power, Guilliman has transformed from a psionic Muggle who was constantly targeted by warp forces into a psionic nemesis who specializes in hunting warp creatures.

At this moment, Luo Jia was even somewhat grateful for Fogrim's arrogance. If this guy hadn't tested Guilliman's water for her, she would probably be the one who had crashed and burned.

What he feared was not failure, but losing face in front of his mortal enemy.

The thought of Guilliman swaggering around in front of her made Luo Jia feel like she was going to die of anger, but thankfully none of that happened.

However, now that Forgrim has been banished back to the warp by Guilliman, the balance of power on the battlefield has been reversed.

Relying solely on himself and that brainless Angron, there is no hope of defeating the combination of Guilliman, Firus, and Vulcan.

Moreover, Luo Jia dared not underestimate the human named Luo Xi in the slightest.

The reason he suffered such a crushing defeat in the Shadow Crusade was largely because he underestimated Lothie's existence.

Even the Great Manifestationist sensed a powerful threat emanating from Roxi; if he dared to make a move, the consequences could be dire.

With this in mind, Luo Jia also began to have second thoughts.

He glanced at Angron, who was locked in a bloody battle, out of the corner of his eye. The demon prince of Khorne was not annoyed by being outnumbered; on the contrary, he was even more engrossed in enjoying the thrill of hand-to-hand combat.

"In that case, I'm sorry, Angron."

Luo Jia raised his Enlightened One high, its dazzling light releasing a powerful psionic pressure. The Great Enlightened One seemed about to use some incredible forbidden warp magic to defeat Guilliman.

Having just defeated Fulgrim, Guilliman dared not be careless. He used his anti-spiritual power to weave a shield around himself, ready to meet Luo Jia's counterattack.

The warhammer in Luo Jia's hand grew brighter and brighter, and even Luo Xi was drawn to the grand spectacle this guy had put on.

However, the next moment, Luo Xi frowned, sensing a strange aura.

"No, this guy is trying to run away!" Luo Xi immediately saw through Luo Jia's trick.

Guilliman was also taken aback by what he heard, but the psionic spells released by Luo Jia distorted the flow of time around him, making it impossible for him to extricate himself for a short time.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, Luo Jia had already gathered back the enchanted warriors of the Word Bearers who were relatively close to him on the battlefield.

The chaotic, undifferentiated Primarch then led his sons and rushed into the warp rift at top speed, disappearing without a trace.

Luo Jia fled so quickly that even when everyone noticed, it was difficult to stop him.

Guilliman hadn't expected that Luo Jia, who had just been making threats and seemed ready to fight to the death, would be so shameless and dishonorable. He angrily slashed at the air with his lightsaber.

By the time Angron realized what was happening, he and the World Eaters were already surrounded.

Vulcan, Felus, and Guilliman each occupied a corner, staring intently at Angron's demonic body.

Meanwhile, the outermost Salamanders, the Cursed Legion, the Ultramarines, and the Black Templars completely surrounded the enemies in the center, determined not to let a single one escape.

"Luojia! Luojia!"

Angron roared, and waves of crimson fury rippled outward from his body.

The Lord of Red Sand realized that he had become Luo Jia's scapegoat.

From the very beginning of the Shadow Expedition, this "brother" and "close friend" that Luo Jia spoke of had been repeatedly and miserably betrayed by the Great Whisperer.

Amidst a mix of old and new grudges, Angron's hatred for Loka even surpassed his hatred for the three loyal Primarch brothers present.

Traitors are always more hateful than enemies.

The three Primarchs, showing no hesitation whatsoever, launched a full-scale attack, showing no intention of a fair one-on-one duel.

Vulcan and Feralus are both Primarchs skilled in close combat, while Guilliman, who was originally the most vulnerable link, has mastered a powerful weapon against enemies in the warp.

The Dawnbringer and the Forgebreaker warhammers smashed Angron so badly he lost all sense of direction, before Guilliman seized the opportunity to behead him.

The Blood God's most powerful demon prince knelt unwillingly on the deck, while the berserker World Eaters around him, urged on by the Butcher's Nails, launched a frenzied charge at the Primarch.

However, they were met with a storm of explosive bombs and plasma beams. Every time Guilliman's Hand of Domination fired, a World Eater was inevitably reduced to a bloody mess.

Guilliman kicked back Angron's severed head. The demon prince wasn't quite dead yet; the broken neck continued to spew forth blasphemous liquid like magma.

"Go back and settle the score with Luo Jia, you idiot!"

"The real universe is not a realm for you to set foot in, get out!"

Guilliman raised his power boots and stomped down hard, crushing Angron's demon head to dust.

The cracking sound of bones breaking, the popping of butcher's nails and the tearing of brain tissue, sounded to Guilliman like the most beautiful music in the world.

Back in Nukelia, he was beaten up by Luo Jia and Anglong together, and now the resentment in his heart was finally swept away.

Guilliman looked at the lightsaber in his hand, which was still gleaming brightly, and for a moment he even doubted the reality of the moment.

He single-handedly beheaded Forgrim, joined forces to kill Angron, and scared away Luo Jia...

Such a dazzling record is something few could achieve even among the Primarchs.

Even if you put Caliban's Lion King and Fenris' Wolf King in this situation, they might not be able to do better than Guilliman.

Guilliman's past impression on his brothers was so deceptive, it was like an imprint on their minds, that no one expected him to be so different now.

"You saved my legion, brother."

"The fire lizard offers you its sincerest gratitude."

"Words cannot describe the joy I felt when I saw you arrive."

Vulcan, calming his violently heaving chest, slowly stepped forward and placed his hand on Guilliman's shoulder armor.

By the Emperor, if Felus and the Cursed Legion had not appeared, then the Salamander and he probably would have met with misfortune.

Guilliman's arrival provided an opportunity to turn the tide, and Vulcan's goodwill towards his brother reached its peak almost instantly.

Perhaps he could forge a few more artifacts for Guilliman as a token of his appreciation.

“Ah…I…” Guilliman wanted to say something, but the orator of Macurag was now incoherent and didn’t know where to begin.

"I couldn't have done this without you all," Guilliman said modestly after a few seconds of hesitation.

“Your achievements are yours to keep, and no one can take them away. Both Felus and I have seen it all,” Vulcan insisted.

Speaking of Felus, Guilliman temporarily suppressed his excitement and shifted his attention to the cursed Felus.

The sight of the enemy's head looming above their power armor instantly extinguished Guilliman's newly formed good mood.

“You did very well, really.” Felus’s voice came from the empty power armor, like a ghost speaking.

“I admit that I had some misunderstandings about you in the past and didn’t take your overtures seriously, but now I see you for who you really are.”

“You are a piece of true steel, Guilliman. You are stronger and more unyielding than I am. Anyone who accuses you of being ‘ambitious’ has never seen how deep your contributions to the Empire are.”

As the leader of the Cursed Legion, Felus has always fought for the Emperor's will.

However, compared to his brothers who fought openly, Feralus always remained hidden in the shadows.

The Cursed Legion comes and goes without a trace, only appearing on the most urgent and needed battlefields, and after they leave, any information recording equipment will suddenly malfunction and break down.

But it is precisely because of these factors that Ferrus has been able to see Guilliman's contributions to the Empire from an objective perspective.

He was acutely aware that no one else, except the Macurag brothers, could have done it so well.

The praise and encouragement from Ferrus were the most touching words Guilliman had ever heard in a long time.

Even when Vulcan comforted him, Guilliman was not so agitated.

Ferrus was one of Guilliman's most admired brothers, and his affirmation was more effective than any stimulant.

Guilliman felt an inexhaustible surge of power within him, enough to press his advantage and wipe out the Ork.

"Are you leaving, Felus?"

With the defeat and death of the three Primarchs, the Warp Demons on the Undying Ember were also banished and killed one by one.

After completing their mission, the cursed legion, wreathed in golden flames, began to dissipate and vanish, turning into a wisp of flame and dust on the ground.

“I have now lost my physical body and cannot remain in the real universe for long,” Feralus said.

"Although Forgrim is hateful, some of what he said is indeed true. The current form of existence of the Cursed Legion and me is not much different from those warp creatures."

"Their existence originates from the chaotic energies in the warp, while our existence originates from the Emperor and countless heroic martyrs."

"Our souls have returned under the Emperor's will and have been reborn in the Emperor's light to continue fighting for humanity."

"Even death is not the end of our duty. We will fight against the enemies of humanity forever, until everything is reduced to nothingness."

Felus also revealed their current situation, which filled everyone with admiration.

Then, Felus revealed some more information about the Emperor.

"The Cursed Legion comes from the Emperor's power. I know you have already sensed the Dark Lord's stirrings. After all, the root of the turmoil on Terra is that the confrontation between the Emperor and the Dark Lord has entered a new phase."

Loxi instinctively clenched his fists, his biggest worry being the Emperor's current condition.

"The Lord of Darkness is extremely powerful, even more so than you and I can imagine."

"But don't underestimate the Emperor. He is trying to turn the tide in his stalemate with the Dark Lord."

"The Dark Lord and the Emperor are two sides of the same coin. If the former completely gains the upper hand, then what awakens will be the end and death."

"If the latter completely gains the upper hand, then the one who awakens is the human lord we know."

"However, the current situation is that, stimulated by the Horus Rebellion, the Dark Lord's consciousness has been stirred, and the Emperor can no longer completely gain the upper hand, so other methods must be used."

"Even if this method is extremely dangerous, if we want to truly save humanity, we must... put ourselves in a life-or-death situation."

(End of this chapter)