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

Chapter 885 The Emperor vs. Khorne

The golden sun and the crimson inferno collided violently in the void, and the terrifying aftershocks spread wildly in all directions of the warp, tearing apart everything in their path.

Nurgle, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch, who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, were also amazed by the commotion caused by the fight between the two.

"Only those two brutes would dare to go head-to-head with that mad barbarian Khorne."

Although the Lord of All Changes has never appeared in person, He is omnipresent.

"But to be able to fight Khorne to this extent... his Trinity method is indeed incredibly effective, using his divinity to target the Dark Lord, tsk tsk tsk..."

“Normally, in this era, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn’t match us. But he changed everything. He and the people around him completely lost control of their fate.”

"However, change is always a good thing."

Tzeentch was also quite moved, as humanity had repeatedly shown changes that even He had not anticipated, which greatly pleased the Lord of Change.

Of the four Chaos Gods, only Tzeentch holds a relatively neutral attitude toward the current state of chaos that humanity is exhibiting.

He does not want humanity to completely break free from the control of the subspace, as this would lead to the complete failure of their conquest of this universe.

But He also hopes that humanity can achieve transcendence, because the changes that would bring are so immense that they would please Him for a very long time.

Tzeentch no longer cared whether his ultimate goal was achieved; he only cared whether things would become even more bizarre, more interesting, and more unpredictable.

Therefore, when His three brothers and sisters had all gathered in Comoros, intending to forcibly suppress the Emperor and blow up the tunnel boring machine, He alone chose to remain a bystander.

The reason why the four Chaos Gods chose to join forces and corrupt Horus was not fundamentally to drag humanity into the abyss of despair.

Humanity is important, the Warhammer universe is important, but not important enough for them to completely unite.

After all, besides this universe, there are many other universes, and many other universes with their own people.

Their purpose has never changed—to awaken the Dark Lord and give the throne of the Chaos Octagon a new master.

Only in this way can this great game have one more player, and only then will everything become more complex and interesting.

"Hehehe~"

“My dear brother, just say the word and we’ll help you deal with the Emperor.”

"He's incredibly powerful now, able to contend with us in the warp. You have to understand that before, no matter how powerful he was, he could only confront us in the real universe, relying on the weakening effect of the veil."

"If this continues, you might not be able to beat him."

"It would be incredibly embarrassing if you lost to him."

While the Emperor and Khorne were locked in a bloody battle, Slaanesh had already begun to whisper among himself.

"With me and Nurgle together, the Emperor is no match for us. Just nod your head and you'll get the victory you want."

"victory……"

However, Khorne heard Slaanesh's whisper and was immediately enraged. The Blood God brandished his blood-dripping brass greatsword and slashed it directly at Slaanesh.

Even the Dark Prince was blasted away, the extreme pain tearing through Slaanesh's body, but the god of Bliss only let out some indescribable groan.

"Oh~"

"You're still so violent, I love it~"

Slaanesh's wanton screams enraged Khorne, who felt as if he had slapped a stinking pile of excrement onto the proud Blood God's face.

This is a sacred war, which cannot be desecrated or defiled in the slightest, yet He has no good way to deal with Slaanesh.

Although His power surpasses that of His opponent, it is impossible for Him to completely overwhelm Slaanesh.

This is the kind of stinking, chewy thing that you can't kill or get rid of. Khorne just wanted to throw Him to the edge of the warp and never let Him come back.

Nurgle remained silent, not wanting to provoke Khorne at this moment; he wasn't an extreme masochist like Slaanesh.

After the Emperor set fire to the gardens, Nurgle's power fell into an unprecedented slump, and it would take him quite some time to recover his strength.

At this point in time, His power might only rank last among the four evil gods.

Moreover, He knew Khorne's temper well; if He were disturbed when He had finally found a suitable opponent and was enjoying a thrilling one-on-one duel, He would go completely mad.

"Very good, at least you didn't let me look down on you."

In his Trinity form, the Emperor's size was in no way inferior to that of Khorne's incarnation. At this moment, he resembled a golden giant reaching the heavens and the earth, constantly clashing and fighting with the Blood God.

“Your position in my heart is now finally a little higher than that of Bloodhand Kane. After all, He is also the god of war and blood, and your authority and power are exactly the same.”

"If you want to unite with your brothers and sisters, I will still beat you. If anyone is not convinced, come and try me. Let's see if my sword is sharp."

"Of course, even Kane understands the sacredness of one-on-one combat. If you do that, I suggest you resurrect Kane and give him your broken position."

"Let the true god of war and blood fight me!"

Upon seeing these evil gods begin to converse, the emperor immediately unleashed his venomous tongue, launching into a tirade.

Even Tzeentch, who was just watching the show, was stunned by the Emperor's provocative words.

He's incredibly brave, so incredibly brave! Whose general is he?

Comparing Khorne to Kane, even saying that Khorne is stronger than Kane, is more likely to provoke the Blood God than any taunt.

After all, when compared to Kane, these two gods are on the same level.

Tzeentch clutched his stomach and laughed maniacally, while Slaanesh and Nurgle, who were closer, were quite honest and retreated towards the outer edge of the battlefield in perfect unison.

Khorne, who had been furiously hunting down Slaanesh, suddenly fell silent.

He turned around and came back to the emperor.

A smile suddenly appeared on Khorne's face.

He ignored the Emperor's Sword tearing apart the churning, evaporating sea of ​​blood and obliterating islands of skulls, and stared intently at the Emperor with his crimson eyes.

The way it looked was terrifying, as if it wanted to devour the emperor whole.

"Kane?"

"Kane!"

"How dare you compare that piece of trash to me? He only murders his enemies without honor and tortures those weaker than himself with brutal methods."

"He has neither courage, nor glory, nor magnanimity."

"He is nothing but a filthy excrement that has been toyed with by Slaanesh!"

Compared to Khorne, who only knew killing and rage, this evil god who has now begun to communicate "calmly" is more likely to bring instinctive fear.

Even the emperor who had made those harsh words felt that his opponent seemed to have been thoroughly provoked.

The Emperor certainly wouldn't mock Khorne out of boredom. This guy was indeed very strong, and without the help of the God Emperor and the Black King, he wouldn't be a match for him.

His reason for mocking Khorne was to trigger His "obsession" with duels and glory.

To think that one could fight against three Chaos Gods in the subspace and stop them from destroying the newly formed Web Shield Tunneling Machine was simply a pipe dream.

The only way to break the deadlock is to use every means to keep these chaotic evil gods divided.

What he needed to do was not to defeat Khorne, but to buy time so that Lothar could gain a deeper understanding of the tunnel boring machine and Aisha and Higgoch could more thoroughly stabilize the tunnel, at which point he could withdraw.

But now it seems that the trouble caused by a thoroughly enraged Khorne is not much less than that caused by three evil gods each with their own ulterior motives.

"You are very good, really very good."

"I haven't felt this kind of pure anger in a very, very long time. I just hope you have the strength to withstand my wrath."

Even Khorne's bronze throne trembled slightly during this clash, and the sea of ​​blood surged with towering waves in His rage.

"Now... let no one disturb this duel, let us fight to the very end!"

The Blood God's greatsword, carrying unprecedented destructive power, fell like a cataclysmic disaster, once again slashing towards the golden sun.

Even a star in the real universe is no different from a bubble that can be easily popped under the power of the Blood God at this moment.

If the emperor's power had not been truly strong enough, he might have been torn to shreds in a single exchange.

The Emperor sensed Khorne's pure and intense fighting spirit and understood that this was crucial to buying time.

He fell silent, unleashing the power of the Trinity to its fullest extent. The Emperor's Sword met the formidable foe, and golden-red light once again engulfed this divine battle domain.

He also wanted to try it out and see how far he was from Khorne in his Trinity state.

In Comoros, the brutal shadow of war has long since enveloped all of humanity.

Eighty-eight Khorne demon armies surged forth from the Gate of Kane like a burst dam of blood, crashing against the defenses erected by the Empire.

The fortress built by Dorne and Perturabo is like a reef in a stormy sea, bearing unprecedented pressure.

Every Khorne army is led by at least one bloodthirsty demon.

Although these great demons are not as powerful as well-known bloodthirsty demons like Kabanha and Skabrand, once their numbers have expanded to this extent, the difference in individual strength has been infinitely narrowed.

Moreover, Khorne was right on the edge of the battlefield, and his power would naturally affect his own followers.

Dorne stood at the heart of the Comoros defenses, with the Kane Gate, which had been blasted open by the Blood God himself, right in front of him.

Layers upon layers of adamantite armor plates, energy shield generators, and blackstone anti-phantom towers form a three-dimensional defensive network that has forged humanity's Great Wall of Steel.

The warriors of Imperial Fist are embedded in every corner of this steel wall. They wear striking yellow armor with the Fist emblem branded on their shoulder armor, and the volley of bullets from their blasters creates a continuous metallic storm.

A large number of heavy armored vehicles, knight mechs, and Titan machines were saturating the rear of the defensive line with their firepower.

The warship-class light spear launchers flashed continuously, and whenever the light appeared on the battlefield, a large area of ​​vampire and dreadnought engines would be instantly vaporized by the ultra-high temperature.

Missile silos continuously launch deadly weapons. Under the control of the main AI, these deadly weapons, capable of creating small black holes, can precisely target and kill high-risk units in the Khorne Demon Army.

"The Khorne Demon is indeed remarkably resistant to ranged and high-energy weapons."

"But it's not completely immune. If our firepower is strong enough, we can still kill them."

"However, the real trouble is those bloodthirsty monsters. These Chaos Demons are in a state far superior to those in the real universe in the warp, and most of our weapons are ineffective against them."

Dorn's tone was unusually calm, even cold.

His super brain was now more powerful than any supercomputer, precisely calculating every minute change in combat strength on the battlefield.

“We have more than just these methods to deal with this damned warp demon.”

Perturabo spoke sternly beside Dorne, who was stationed alongside Dorne, though their roles differed slightly.

Dorn was responsible for coordinating all defensive forces and maintaining the stable operation of the defensive line.

He took over the Iron Legion, specifically tasked with intercepting and beheading the Khorne demons who were fiercely attacking the defensive lines.

The Iron Lord, his body covered in precision armor, stood before a command platform filled with holographic tactical maps and data streams, scanning the entire battlefield at a dazzling speed.

Countless streams of information flooded his visual interface: energy shield depletion rate, ammunition reserves, troop casualties, number of demonic shockwaves, location of high-ranking demons...

It's worth mentioning that Danteok and Adam, the golden duo, are also fighting under Perturabo's command at this moment.

Faced with a formidable enemy, Perturabo and Danteok, a father and son with a strange relationship, tacitly agreed to fight side by side once again.

Human conflicts should be resolved internally, and when faced with external enemies, they can temporarily set aside their differences and unite against them. During the Great Expedition, Peturab always believed that his iron-willed warriors were unworthy of his command, and that the incompetence of his successors prevented him from fully implementing his brilliant strategies and tactics.

At this moment, while commanding the Iron Legion that obeyed orders one hundred percent, Peturabo finally felt the absolute harmony he had been pursuing.

The consciousnesses of Perturabo, Danteok, and Adam, connected by the power of the Star God Fragment, formed an incredible collective consciousness.

Compared to a simple master control system, this collective consciousness is more flexible and adaptable, and can even come up with all sorts of imaginative and thrilling maneuvers.

Whether it's Danteok, Peturabo, or Adam, none of them could have performed so well individually, but at this moment, they have already completed their transformation.

Specialized ironman squads searched for high-value targets and launched decapitation strikes, greatly weakening the arrogance of ordinary bloodthirsty monsters.

The heavy artillery roared deafeningly, and countless shells, trailing deadly contrails, streaked across the smoke-filled sky, landing precisely in the densest ranks of the demons' assault group.

The violent explosions created a sea of ​​fire, the shockwaves tore the vampire to pieces, and blasted the Khorne Bull to its knees, instantly clearing a large area.

"High-risk alert detected at the T64-P44 defense line, Ryan, you need to provide immediate support!"

Peturabo's voice appeared directly in the lion's mind, indicating which area of ​​this vast battlefield had an uncontrollable enemy force.

Unlike Dorne and Perturabo's division of labor, Ryan, Ruth, and Chagatai Khan moved around the Khorne's army, taking advantage of their mobility.

But this also means that they are on a local battlefield and cannot have a bird's-eye view of the whole situation.

However, Dorn and Perturabo made up for this shortcoming.

Six Primarchs were deployed on this battlefield. Although Felus Marus could only fight in his Cursed form, Iron Hand's combat power in this state was even greater than before.

Just after receiving a warning from Peturabo, Ryan Johnson was about to activate the Misty Jungle to teleport directly to the target area, but the Cursed Legion beat him to it.

“It seems I’m not needed anymore. Ferrus has taken his men over,” Ryan replied.

"Chaos... deserves to die!" Felus's icy voice was filled with deep-seated hatred and boundless rage for Chaos, the great enemy.

His towering, cursed body ignored physical barriers and pierced through the demons' lines, with numerous cursed legion warriors closely following behind him.

The flaming bomb gun doesn't need to be reloaded; just pull the trigger, and it can relentlessly destroy demons.

Meanwhile, the Khorne army charged head-on against the Cursed Legion without backing down, with the vampires swarming around the demon engines, emitting extremely exhilarating and ear-piercing roars.

Even if their bodies are torn to shreds by the Cursed Legion's explosive muskets, more Khorne demons will still charge forward.

With the Blood God nearby, not a single Khorne dared to have any thoughts of fear or cowardice.

Feralus's target was not an ordinary Khorne demon, but Angras, who was tearing apart the Empire's defenses.

The Unruly One had just smashed a melee Ironman to pieces with his giant axe, and was chopping off the Ironman's head when he roared in victory.

The next second, Felus Marus rushed up behind it.

The steel hand wielded its warhammer, and blinding lightning roared out.

Angelus's massive body, composed of subspace energy, disintegrated and dissipated rapidly from the point of impact, like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun.

The bloodthirsty madman roared in fury, turning his massive brass axe around to strike Feralus's neck.

But the next moment, Angela fell silent.

Felus's head had already been severed by Forgrim on the battlefield of Istvan V. Even after being resurrected by the Emperor and put out fires everywhere in his cursed form, he still had no head.

For Angelus, a powerful opponent without a brain is no different from eating a piece of chocolate-flavored shit.

Where's your head?
How can I cut off your head if you don't have one?
The Blood God only recognizes heads as battle achievements.

However, Feralus was not going to waste time with it. The Iron Hand Primarch's warhammer was incredibly fierce, and he beat Angrath so badly that Angrath had no chance to fight back.

The cursed power binding the Primarch is derived from the Emperor's power and has a terrifying destructive effect on warp creatures.

On other battlefields, even a powerful, bloodthirsty berserker like the Unbound would not last long against the Primarch.

It's worth noting that even someone like Loka the Great Whisperer, who ranks near the bottom in terms of combat strength among the Primarchs, was able to defeat Angrath in a single battle, let alone Felus, who is known for his formidable fighting prowess.

However, the problem now lies in the fact that the Blood God Khorne is active in the warp outside the Webpath, and His power has distorted the surrounding environment, including the area in front of the Gate of Kane.

Angrass's head was shattered by Feralus, and his massive body collapsed like a mountain.

But after eight seconds, the Khorne monster got up from the ground and continued to fight Feralus.

Angras attacked Felus in a manner that involved trading blows for blows.

After several more rounds of fighting, the Bloodthirsty Berserker managed to cleave Felus in two with an axe, at the cost of shattering his own shoulder blade.

The axe severed Felus's right hand, but as the cursed fire burned, Felus's body was restored to its original state.

Both Ferus and Angras were extremely powerful warriors, and their power came from their respective gods.

Meanwhile, the Emperor and Khorne were engaged in a bloody battle not far away. They were like fully charged power banks, able to recover their fighting strength at an incredible speed after death or injury.

Leman Russ fought alongside Ryan Johnson, facing a formidable lineup including Kabanha and Angron.

Angron, enhanced by the power of the Blood God, displayed unprecedented strength, and even the Lion King or the Wolf King were unwilling to confront him head-on.

"Fenris, you coward, all you can do is run away?!"

The Butcher's Nail on Angron's head emitted a piercing shriek, tormenting the Primarch to frantically swing his black sword, only to be dodged by Ruth by the slightest margin.

Compared to Lion, Angron's malice towards Ruth was far greater.

There was a conflict between the Space Wolves and the World Eaters. Angron suppressed Lemanrus, but the wolf pack also surrounded two Primarchs. Both sides believed they were the final victors.

Now, with both old and new grudges settled, Angron relentlessly pursued Lemanrus, forcing the Wolf King to dodge and weave wildly.

However, just as Russ dodged Angron's ferocious slash once again and prepared to attack from behind, a cold and malicious aura suddenly came from his side and rear.

It's Kabanha.

This cunning, bloodthirsty monster somehow broke free from Ryan Johnson's grasp and appeared in Russ's evasive path like a deadly viper.

Its massive brass battle axe, wreathed in scorching sulfurous flames and blasphemous runes, cleaved with the force to tear through space as it precisely struck Ruth in the back.

"Ruth, watch out!" Ryan's angry shout came from afar.

The wolf king suddenly reversed his Frostblade Battle Axe, causing it to collide with Kabanha's giant axe, thus pushing himself backward.

"Pah!" Russ spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, stood up from the ruins, and stared intently at Kabanha.

"A bastard who attacked from behind! Is this the champion of the Blood God?"

Kabanhar did not unleash a meaningless roar like Angron.

Its eyes, burning with sulfurous flames, were fixed on Russ, and in addition to its bloodthirsty fighting spirit, there was also a hint of... unusual meaning.

It slowly raised the Hellfire Axe, pointing it at Ruth, its voice low and hoarse.

“Fenris’s Wolf King… Your strength is worthy of being an opponent.”

Its gaze swept over Angron, who was once again entangled by the lion and enraged, not far away, and its eyes revealed an undisguised contempt and disgust.

"Unlike some... foreign bastards whose brains have been damaged by nails and who only know how to run wild."

Their existence…

Kabanha's voice was even lower, carrying a twisted resentment.

“These foreign bastards have stolen our glory and favor; they have defiled the purity of blood and fire; they… are unworthy.”

Russ suddenly paused, a hint of understanding flashing in his seemingly rugged eyes.

He understood.

This cunning, bloodthirsty monster isn't simply fighting or insulting Angron; it's... conveying a message.

As a clever man disguised as a barbarian, Lemanrus instantly understood Kabanha's subtext.

The Chaos is not monolithic; there is an irreconcilable conflict between these ancient, bloodthirsty demons born directly from the nature of the warp and the demon princes like Angron, who were ascended from mortals.

Kabanhar's jealousy and hostility toward Angron far exceeded his hatred toward humanity.

Ruth grinned, revealing a Fenris-esque hearty smile.

He brandished his battle axe, slowing his attack speed.

"Oh? You seem to have a problem with that Nukelian slave? You think he... is in your way?"

He deliberately lowered his voice to ensure that only he and Kabanha could hear him in the chaotic battlefield.

Kabanha narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a tacit understanding.

Instead of answering directly, it swung its Hellsword Axe fiercely and attacked Russ once more.

This attack, though still fierce and ruthless, lacked some of its deadly intent.

Ruth immediately understood. He stopped trying to fight Cabanha to the death and instead focused most of his energy on dodging and parrying.

The wolf king was very curious about what this bloodthirsty madman, Khorne, was up to.

With the Emperor above, even the great demon Khorne has begun to have ulterior motives.

“Angron! Look, even the great demon Khorne thinks you're a piece of trash.”

As Rus dodged Kabanha’s seemingly fierce but actually restrained slashes, he roared at Angron at the top of his lungs.

"What else can you do besides hacking around like a mad dog? Even your own people look down on you, it's ridiculous."

"Roar--!!!"

Angron's rage was instantly ignited to its extreme; the excruciating pain of Butcher's Sting and Ruth's humiliation drove him to completely lose his mind.

An Angron who has lost his mind is undoubtedly just a casual toy to be played with when facing Ryan Johnson, who is most skilled at hunting giant prey.

The lion used its misty jungle to teleport around, and its lion sword continuously left deep, bone-revealing wounds on Angron's body.

He sensed that something seemed amiss with Ruth, but after careful consideration, he decided to trust his brother.

The two-on-two battle situation immediately changed, with Wolf King and Kabanha actively moving to a more remote part of the battlefield to avoid the eyes and ears of the Blood Gods.

"Hey, hey, hey, what exactly do you want, Kabanha?"

"I've long heard that you're an oddball among Khorne's men, with a fanatical obsession with Saint Gilles. You wouldn't happen to have similar feelings for me, would you?"

“Even though Saint Gilles is not here, I will not allow you to use me as his substitute. Such behavior is utterly despicable and outrageous.”

Faced with the wolf king's biting sarcasm, Kabanha's lips twitched with anger.

It was a strong desire for Saint Gillespie, but when Russ said it, it sounded like some kind of perverted madman.

"Enough. You're a smart man, don't pretend you don't know." Kabanha lowered his voice, seemingly worried about being discovered by the Blood God.

"I want to make some terms with you."

"I want to kill Angron completely."

"For this reason... I need your help."

(End of this chapter)