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

Chapter 818 Wolves and Lions Battle Wild Beasts

"That beast, even if it's not dead, should be crippled, right?"

"After being crushed by the ancient giant and then subjected to the damage of the secondary explosion, even a warlord-class Titan would suffer devastating damage."

"Keep the heavy firepower going! Even if we face the Orcs' counterattack, we must persevere!"

The Iron Father could hardly contain his wildly beating heart, and even his modified mechanical arm twitched involuntarily.

If they kill the beast, it will be an incredibly glorious moment for the entire Iron Hand Legion.

Since Felus died at Istvan V, the Iron Tenth Legion has become the only one among all the loyal Astartes Legions to have lost its Primarch.

Without the Primarch, the Legion lost its soul.

Even after they restored the size of the legion and strengthened it using the Primitive Upgrade technology, they were still unable to curb the tendency for internal division.

With ten clans, ten different cultures and beliefs, and fueled by the Social Darwinist tradition of non-interference in clan conflicts inherited from Feralus, which encourages infighting to cultivate the strongest, the current state of the Iron Hand is predictable.

As the leader of the Avignon clan, the Primarch's most beloved clan, Mel Ayne desperately wanted to reunite the once-glorious Iron Ten Legions.

If he can gain merit and prestige from killing wild beasts, perhaps the other clans will really make a change.

They firmly believed that might makes right, and this belief gradually became so extreme that they viewed flesh and blood as weak and steel as indestructible.

Even if Mel is killed here by the orcs, his deeds and achievements will be recognized by the other members of the Iron Hand.

That's why he was willing to pay any price to kill that beast.

The firepower unleashed by the steel torrent was like a barrage of cannon fire, causing even the atmosphere on the surface of the battle planet to violently tremble and oscillate.

The Orcs caught in the shockwave all had blood flowing from their ears and noses, and their internal organs were severely damaged.

Only these thick-skinned orcs with multiple redundant organs can maintain some combat capability under such fierce artillery bombardment.

Human armored tanks also suffered heavy damage under the Ork counterattack.

The Death Cannon in the giant's hand kept firing, and next to this longest-barreled weapon were a super machine gun and a short cannon as coaxial weapons.

These powerful cannons did not follow a single trajectory when fired; instead, they exhibited a completely uncontrolled Brownian motion.

They might miss the enemy, but once they do, it's a devastating storm of shells, enough to tear apart any solid armor.

The orc's bright red super rockets roared out from the launch silos that had split open on the ancient giant's body, intelligently bypassing the tank's strongest frontal armor and prying open the defenses from the rear and top.

Some giant monsters, equipped with even more melee weapons, rushed to the vicinity of the tank positions, their arms suspending huge metal spheres called "Crushing Balls".

As the crushing ball began to sway under the swing of the power arm, the terrifying impact was unleashed, directly smashing the human tank into a pancake, with internal oil and blood seeping out and staining the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the orc's Goumao King Kong quickly approached and then began to frantically slash at the mixed adamantite armor with a chainsaw sword and power claws imbued with the power of my thoughts.

Human sacrifices are made every moment. Those steel hands, their bodies ravaged by mechanization, fire fearlessly, turning the heavily armored orc leader who gets close into a pile of minced meat.

Occasionally, veterans with iron hands would be crushed by the boss of the heavy armored unit, and then dismantled into mechanical fragments.

But before they died, they detonated their own reactors, taking more Ork with them into the abyss.

The same was true for Mel Ian; his Morlock Terminator Guard formed a dense network of fire, relentlessly preventing other orcs from getting close to their leader.

The Father of Steel waited anxiously, his oracle frantically scanning the battlefield engulfed in intensely radiant flames, trying to spot any signs of the beasts' deaths.

Typically, the death of an Ork warlord immediately triggers an unstoppable backlash of Waaagh energy.

Under such a terrifying backlash, the Gestalt collective mindset of the Ork will collapse instantly, their morale will vanish, and the remaining Orks will be forced to scatter and flee.

However, it seems that the Ork on the battlefield are still in high spirits and have no intention of backing down or fleeing.

The steel father's heart sank to the bottom, and he had to use his own logic to tell himself that his actions had failed.

Even if he dragged the ancient giant over and overturned it, pinned the orc warlord beneath it, and launched a massive artillery barrage, he still couldn't kill that damned beast.

Why, why?!

Mel's external mind processor calculated the chances of the beast's survival, but no matter how he calculated, the beast was doomed.

As long as it remains a carbon-based organism, it cannot withstand this kind of damage.

However, given the facts, he could only attribute it to the fact that the spiritual power of the beast was indeed terrifying.

Suddenly, amidst the cacophony of the ancient giant's engine, everyone heard a deafening roar that shook the very soul.

The ancient wreckage, pulled down by the Apocalypse Tank, continued to tremble violently, as if something was about to burst forth from the ruins.

The ancient giant's shattered metal armor was blasted away, and then a huge hand flashing with blinding green lightning grabbed the point of leverage and pulled the beast that was underneath it out.

The beast seemed unharmed; its few wounds were healing rapidly at a visible speed.

His power armor was constantly spewing electric sparks, and its operation was no longer as smooth and natural as it had been at the beginning.

However, this orc among orcs is still in good condition and shows no signs of having been bombarded by the tanks.

Mel was scanning the beast with the vehicle's oracle, but the beast suddenly seemed to sense something and turned its huge, ferocious head toward the Iron Father.

The other party's scarlet pupils revealed a mocking and cruel expression, and the Iron Father sensed the ridicule.

The beast charged toward the Steel Father's vehicle, releasing a dazzling green energy. The attacks from the ancient hordes around him seemed to have eyes and automatically dodged when they got close.

The moment Mel's gaze fell upon the beast, he felt a burning sensation spreading along his blood vessels and nerves.

It was as if the orcs before him were no longer orcs, but rather the embodiment of some primal, furious, and savage power.

The beast smashed through the high wall formed by the Morlock Terminators, and those powerful Astartes warriors were torn to shreds and flung away in their hands as easily as children's toys.

Mel remained calm, controlling the metal behemoth beneath him through neural cables, pressing forward instead of retreating.

The beast used its physical strength to hold off the Apocalypse Tank, then roared and lifted it up, flipping it to the ground.

The commander of the Iron Hands left the command room before being overturned.

His left arm was stuck in the twisted and deformed tank gate, so Mel severed his connection with Iron Hand and went outside the cockpit.

A relic-grade plasma cannon rose from his shoulder, automatically calibrated, and fired continuously at the beast's face.

However, the scorching plasma only left faint scorch marks on the opponent's skin, which was surging with spiritual energy, without even drawing blood.

The beast grabbed the Iron Father's body with its power claws, and then with a casual squeeze, tore the outer power armor and the internal metal modification organs to shreds.

The surrounding steel hands remained silent, showing no hesitation at the loss of their commander, for someone else had already taken over command.

The lesson from Feralas came in handy once again: the Iron Hand's combat units had more than one commander.

Once the highest-ranking commander falls, command will be transferred immediately to avoid a situation of leaderlessness.

On the chaotic battlefield, a super-heavy tank, Shadow Blade, had quietly calibrated its gun barrel.

In terms of size, this super-heavy tank, which is specially designed for offensive capabilities, is not as good as the Apocalypse Tank or the Emperor Venom Blade.

However, in terms of offensive capability, none of the heavy tanks present could surpass Shadowblade.

Its ridiculously large volcano cannon can drain the tank's capacitors in an instant, and these capacitors draw energy from the tank's reactor.

When it fires, all other systems of the Shadow Blade will stop operating, which is the best time to destroy the Shadow Blade.

As the Shadow Blade began to charge up, the electrical charge in the surrounding air began to fluctuate violently in an instant, and even a point discharge occurred.

A dazzling laser energy roared from the Shadow Blade's cannon muzzle, piercing through the rising smoke on the battlefield and instantly evaporating everything in its path.

The beast, engrossed in slaughtering the Morlock Terminator, was too busy killing to realize the danger until it was too late.

The Waaagh energy attached to the body surface was pierced by Shadow Blade's volcanic cannon, and the spreading energy directly vaporized the opponent's abdominal armor, penetrating the skin, muscles, bones and internal organs below.

Through the completely charred cavity, one could even see the devastation behind the beast; the dissipated ultra-high temperature laser cannon had directly melted the waste on the ground, turning it into metallic magma.

The Shadowblade tank's main gun can penetrate the armor of Titan-class units; even orc warlords of the Beast caliber cannot withstand such damage.

The beast staggered back a few steps, and Morlock Terminator immediately snatched back the remains of the Steel Father. Even though the highly mechanized body was shattered, Mel's life had not ended.

Of course, whether to repair his mechanical body or send him directly into the Fearless depends on the severity of his injuries.

The beast's injury alarmed many of the heavily armed leaders, who surrounded their warlords to prevent a second artillery barrage.

At this critical moment, human reinforcements finally arrived on the battlefield.

Astram's Titan Legion, like a moving mountain range, relentlessly approached the battlefield, facing off against the ancient giants belonging to the Ork.

The Gorgon Ironfist has already killed dozens of Ancient Titans, but these Ork Titans seem endless; no matter how many are killed, new ones always appear.

The void shields released by the Titans connected like a curtain of water, forming an invisible high wall that blocked the orcs' firepower offensive.

The steel torrent that had spearheaded the attack took the opportunity to retreat behind the Titans.

Whether it's the Apocalypse Tank or the Imperial Venom Blade, when they are on the battlefield where the Titans are fighting, they are just targets that can be affected and destroyed at any time.

"As long as we behead that beast, we will win this war."

"However, the opponent is under the protection of the ancient giants, and countless orcs surround their warlord. The possibility of killing them with long-range firepower is too low."

"This battlefield is not suitable for orbital support. It is clear that these Ork have anticipated the human's orbital attack methods and made preparations to limit them in advance."

Astland calmly analyzed the current battlefield situation. The Steel Father's attempt had ultimately failed, which served as a warning to him.

"Let our Titans keep advancing and force those ancient giants to change their current formation."

"We need to create chaos on the battlefield so that we can find an opportunity to carry out a decapitation strike."

Astland was also eager to end this war, as the longer it dragged on, the more detrimental it would be to humanity.

They originally planned to push all the way to the energy reactor in the center of the battle planet and paralyze it by destroying the reactor and control center.

Who knew that not long after the war began, the beasts suddenly appeared, giving humanity an opportunity.

The Titan Legion continued its advance under Astram's command, each step of these behemoths causing massive tremors in the ground, like miniature earthquakes.

When the Titans' volcanic and seismic cannons fire before your eyes, even the sun pales in comparison, and Astartes feels its own insignificance and powerlessness.

If those ordinary auxiliary soldiers hadn't been protected by their fully enclosed power armor, they probably would have already lost half their lives to the enormous sound waves and the off-the-charts radiation.

This is the oppressive feeling that humanity's strongest ground combat units can bring. As they continue to advance, the battle line made up of ancient junk has no choice but to meet them head-on.

The ancient giants of the Ork did not use a void shield, but instead used a psionic shield formed from waaagh energy. Therefore, long-range combat would undoubtedly be more disadvantageous for them.

The ancient Titans were eager to close the distance to a point where they could engage in melee combat, and then use their numerical advantage to overwhelm the human Titans.

Humans also hoped that the two sides would quickly engage in a fierce battle, in order to seize the opportunity to behead the beast.

The ancient giants and the Titans charged at each other, each unleashing firepower powerful enough to flatten mountains.

The void shield on the surface of the human Titan rippled continuously, while the Ancient Titan had to use its own metal armor to withstand the damage after its psionic shield was breached.

Neither side dared to charge ahead of the Titan-class units, as that would only lead to their faster demise.

After a terrifying long-range exchange of fire, the two Titans finally clashed.

This scene resembled tectonic plates colliding, or two opposing waves crashing together, creating a terrifying, apocalyptic scenario. Giant laser cannons, plasma, fusion nuclear weapons, and physical artillery shells clashed on the battlefield.

The sand and soil on the ground, which had melted and hardened together, were repeatedly lifted up, torn apart, and then melted again.

Astram was ready to launch an attack with his most elite Deathwing Company, along with the Space Wolves and Raven Guard's decapitation strike force.

The boiling battlefield billowed with foul, black smoke, which Astartes and Iron Man used as cover to get past the Titans who were fighting each other at close range as quickly as possible.

The orcs' crushing balls and giant chainsaw weapons roared, while the human titans continued to weaken their opponents with plasma annihilation cannons and devastating direct-fire missiles, while fighting the orcish giants with chainsaw swords and power claws mounted on their arms.

Astram savored the moment. This veteran of the First Legion had experienced countless wars, and the spiritual pillar that had sustained him all along was his yearning for the glory of war.

As enemy shells and giant laser beams exploded around him, Astram felt not fear, but the thrill of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

His Lyman's Ear automatically filtered out the noise, allowing him to concentrate fully on observing the Ork's actions and intentions.

He was a born warrior; only battle and death could awaken his awareness of life.

Astram brandished his power sword with abandon, the humming blade releasing dazzling blue arcs of electricity, instantly slaughtering the heavily armored bosses who were charging at him.

Those towering, heavily armored leaders were indeed far stronger than Astran, a difference in racial talent between the Ork and Astartes.

However, strength has never been the key factor. Even in the First Legion, where there are many strong warriors, Astram's swordsmanship can rank among the top three.

The heavily armored leader was full of fatal flaws in front of Astram, like a balloon that would burst with the slightest poke.

His killing speed far surpassed that of other Deathwing Dark Angels. Even after getting bored in the battle with the orcs, Astram directly led a few of his fighting brothers and burrowed into the bodies of those massive ancient giants.

The Orc Titans never cared about airtightness, because they relied on a large number of technicians and shrews to run the various systems of the ancient giants, so they naturally needed to leave space for them to move freely.

When the fully armed Dark Angels entered the ancient ruins, the Orcs and Pixies, who were sweating profusely and busy at work, were brutally killed in the blink of an eye.

Orc blood dripped from the gaps in the armor plates, while Astran swiftly located the reactor, leaving behind a molten bomb before retreating to a safe distance.

Gu Juji's bloated body shuddered in the explosion, then burst into flames from within before collapsing to the ground and turning into burning remains.

Astram showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, he seemed addicted, relentlessly hunting down those enormous ancient monsters.

After Astram destroyed another Ancient Garbage and used its wreckage to set up bomb traps, killing a large number of Ork Orcs who came to rescue Tech Boy, Bjorn, the alpha wolf of the Space Wolves, arrived at the battlefield.

This Wolf Lord, now the most senior member of the Space Wolves Legion, has become the de facto controller of the Sixth Legion.

Lemanrus has been in the Webpaths and has not returned since, so Bjorn has no choice but to personally lead his legion into the war against the Ork.

The son of Ruth also discovered the incredibly crazy and reckless behavior of his dark angel cousin, but it must be said that this was indeed very much in line with the wolf's character.

They followed suit, using boarding infiltration tactics to sabotage Gu Juji from within.

These two legions, which already had a special relationship, began to compete remotely on the perilous battlefield.

The number of ancient debris hunted became the basic unit of the contest between the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels. Neither side was willing to admit defeat, and they simply continued to accelerate the pace of destruction.

Finally, the crazy actions of the Space Wolf and the Dark Angel attracted the attention of the Orcs.

Although these Orks thought it was waaagh for the Canned Ones to side with their Ancient Ones, it was undoubtedly interfering with the violent clash between the Ancient Ones and the human Titans.

The war between the Titans was clearly far more important to the Ork than the battle with the Canned Food, so they did not hesitate to surround the Dark Angels and the Space Wolves.

Even that beastly warlord appeared in the green tide, attacking Astram and Bjorn with unstoppable force.

Beasts seem to have a natural ability to sense who the leader of Astartes is, and they also carry out decapitation strikes against the human leadership.

Astram and Bjorn immediately organized firepower for precision strikes, with thousands of tactical cruise missiles soaring into the sky, leaving pale trails on the smoke-filled battlefield.

The Ork forces also launched a large number of super rockets, completely overwhelming the human tactical missiles in terms of quantity.

These missiles entangled with each other in the air, and the trajectories of the green-skinned super rockets were unpredictable. Some of them did not even intercept the human missiles, but instead detonated other orc rockets in the vicinity.

The beast wielded a giant battle axe, exuding a raw and savage aura. It unleashed a powerful WAAAGH field that shot down tactical missiles.

Astran remained fearless, locking onto the beast charging towards him and firing his plasma gun continuously with his left hand.

However, the beast paid no heed to these mosquito-like attacks. Its ferocious killing intent instantly enveloped Astram, making this veteran who had experienced the war to unify Terra tremble.

Astram's greatsword tried its best to parry the opponent's battle axe, but it only managed to slightly deflect the opponent's trajectory. The crude battle axe directly ripped through Astram's shoulder armor, and even the feathers on his helmet were broken and shattered.

"What a powerful orc!"

Dark Angel was shocked. He looked closely at his power sword and saw that the side that had withstood the battle axe had a huge dent and could break at any moment.

The beast seemed surprised that this little guy could withstand one of its attacks, so it raised its boots and kicked Astram away.

If Astran hadn't already completed the original upgrade and Wolverine's healing factor hadn't been constantly repairing his body, this attack alone would have been enough to take half his life.

Bjorn pounced on Astram from behind to help him out.

He and the other wolves fiercely tore at the beast's joints, spine, and armor connecting shafts with their powerful claws, but the beast grabbed their bodies and slammed them hard to the ground.

The battle axe, larger than a wolf, crashed down, but Bjorn's power pack spewed out dazzling plasma flames, propelling him to dodge the fatal blow.

This was a pure numerical crushing defeat; Bjorn and Astram's skills had no chance to be utilized and they were directly overwhelmed by savage violence.

This feeling made the proud Astland extremely frustrated. Just as he was about to draw his sword and fight again, Bjorn, who had narrowly escaped death, grabbed his arm.

“We are no match for wild beasts, even with a numerical advantage.”

"Anyone capable of dealing with him would have to be at least a Primal Body level expert."

Bjorn tried to persuade him earnestly, he could see that Astram was very unwilling, but that would only get him killed.

The beast swung his battle axe, instantly severing the bodies of three Dark Angel veterans who stood in Astran's way.

Before this embodiment of savage power, the enhanced Star-type power armor seemed no different from ordinary paper, crumbling at the slightest touch.

A Tengu mech fell from the sky, rapidly transformed, and attempted to use its machine gun to block the giant orc.

But he simply used his fan-like hands to cover the weakness of his face before swinging his axe and smashing the Tengu mecha to pieces on the ground.

The beast turned the giant axe around and used its warhammer-like handle to violently crush and pound the Tengu mech, smashing it into a pile of scrap metal in just a few seconds.

"Hmph, trying to escape? Too late!"

Suddenly, the giant orc uttered human high-gothic language. He could fully understand human language, but most of the time he simply disdained to speak it.

Astland did not allow Bjorn to take any more risks for him.

The Dark Angel has his own pride, and even in death, he would never do such a thing.

His power sword shattered with a crisp crack, its sharp blade flying everywhere, many of them embedding themselves directly in the beast's chest and arms.

Astram activated the stasis bomb hidden on his body and then threw it into the beast's gaping maw.

The moment the stasis bomb was activated, a powerful stasis field enveloped the beast, freezing it in place.

"retreat!"

Astram turned and left, but the stasis bomb only held him back for no more than two seconds. The savage beast roared again and strode toward Astartes.

He toyed with Astram like a cat playing with a mouse, kicking him to the ground and then stomping on him.

The giant battle axe was raised high, still mixed with the blood and bits of flesh that had flowed from the slain Astartes.

Bjorn immediately realized what this guy was up to.

He intends to execute Astram in front of all humanity, using the head of this dark angel commander to demonstrate his power and inviolability.

"damn it!"

How could the wolf king's offspring stand by and watch the son of Ryan die before their very eyes?

The two legions were indeed rivals, and often they were willing to pay a bloody price to defeat each other.

But that's an internal matter between their two legions. When facing external enemies like the Orcs, the Wolves and the Dark Angels will only unite more closely.

Bjorn swung his claws again, the disintegration field colliding with the orc's giant battle axe made of an unknown material.

However, even the power of the son of Ruth was no match for that of the Beast Warlord. Bjorn's right hand was severed by the battle axe imbued with immense force and flung into the scalding lava beside him by the impact.

But it was precisely this interruption that gave Astram a chance to escape. The Dark Angel watched helplessly as Bjorn's severed hand sank into the lava and disappeared, bubbling away.

Astland would rather it be himself who lost his hand than Bjorn.

Having been saved by his own rival, he has lost the right to glory and pride.

However, the Lord of Wolves paid no heed to the severed hand that had fallen into the lava.

His right arm clearly showed the broken power armor, the mane-covered skin, the black carapace, the scarlet muscles, and the cut surfaces of the pale bones.

"go!"

The other Dark Angels and Space Wolves desperately covered their commander's retreat, but they still fell one by one under the giant axe of the green beast.

Astartes, who died under the beast's axe, was not even left with a complete corpse; he was a horrific sight of being ravaged and torn apart.

Astram and Bjorn retreated toward the Titans of humanity, knowing that if the beast dared to pursue them, it would be met with the Titans' devastating annihilation attack.

The wounds from the Shadowblade Tank Volcano Cannon were still visible on the opponent's abdomen, indicating that if the hit had been a full-hit, the Titan could have killed him.

However, the beast showed no sign of being fooled. A cunning look appeared in his eyes as he used his battle axe to toy with a wolf that was not quite dead, slowly crushing its flesh into pieces.

The surrounding wolves howled mournfully, while the dying wolf struggled to overload its reactor, trying to teach that damned green-skinned beast a lesson.

However, the Beast had anticipated this. In the instant the reactor overloaded, he flung Astartes like a baseball, and the wolf's revenge could only explode into a spark in the air.

Astram was furious. The beast was right in front of them, but they couldn't do anything about it.

Humanity's Titans were entangled with the Ancient Ones, and their armored forces were blocked by Ork tanks and the heavily armored leader. The Space Marines' decapitation squads were also unable to defeat this purely numerical monster.

The situation seems to have reached a dead end.

But at this moment of dilemma, a thunderous explosion suddenly rang out across the battlefield.

A blinding bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the beast's arrogant giant axe.

The beast's thick mane bristled instantly, and a foul, burnt smell emanated from its flesh and blood inside the power armor. The warlord was stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Astram and Bjorn were also looking in the direction of the flash, but what appeared before them was a figure wearing unknown power armor.

The mysterious newcomer's power armor features a unique silver and red paint scheme, and the legion symbols it forms are a style that Astram and Bjorn have never seen before.

His power backpack had no jet module and no anti-gravity engine roaring, yet it stood firmly in the sky like a mountain.

"Is this a psionic think tank?" Astran wondered. "Psionicists from an unknown legion?"

He remained vigilant, even though the other party had helped him, no one knew whether it was a trap disguised as a gift.

Of course, deep down, Astlan hoped that this suddenly appearing, unfamiliar think tank would give this damned beast a good beating.

(End of this chapter)