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

Chapter 949 I'm waiting for reinforcements, what are you waiting for?

Luo Jia is dead.

This Primarch, who was the first to betray humanity and lead his legions into chaos, committed numerous crimes against mankind and the Imperium.

He orchestrated numerous major events, including corrupting Horus, betraying Guilliman during the Battle of Kos, disrupting the Ultramarines during the Shadow Crusade, the return of the Dark Angels and Blood Angels to Terra, and the siege of Vulcan during the Orc Wars.

The Empire regarded Luo Jia and his followers as a major threat, but despite suffering several setbacks, Luo Jia was always able to make a comeback and remain active in various fields.

Leaving aside Luo Jia's other abilities, his tenacity in relentlessly harassing the human empire is indeed unparalleled among all the rebellious Primarchs.

Furthermore, given that this Primarch has always maintained a sneaky and cautious style of conduct, it is virtually impossible for the Empire to truly suppress this threat.

No one, including Ruth, expected that such a stubborn enemy, as tenacious as a piece of chewing gum, would die so hastily at the hands of the Four Blessed Ones, Birac.

If Luo Jia hadn't been seriously injured in his fight with Lemanrus, and if he had been more cautious and prudent with Birac, even the chosen ones of the Four Gods might not have been able to keep the Great Speaker, known for his life-saving methods.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in reality, and no one can rewrite what has already happened.

Luo Jia could have left with Abaddon and Omega through the inter-universe portal to explore a whole new world, but he chose to stay and disgust the human empire, which led to his current predicament.

The complete death of Luo Jia brought Lemanrus not the pleasure he had imagined, but a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.

The fact that his traitorous brother, whom he hated so much, ended in such an extremely humiliating way filled him with a strange sense of melancholy.

Despite appearing to be the most unrestrained and carefree, Lemanrus is actually a very sentimental person in many ways.

If he were to die by the spear of Dionysus, at least in his final moments of lucidity, Luo Jia could face his end with a trace of remorse, which would perhaps be a more dignified end befitting a Primarch.

Now, Luojia is like livestock whose value has been squeezed dry, even its very existence has been stripped away.

But this feeling was fleeting, because Birac's attack, a mixture of the four chaotic divine powers, came crashing down like a tsunami once again.

The Lord of Shadows devoured Luo Jia's essence, making his aura even more profound and unpredictable. The eight-pointed star on his chest shone brightly, locking onto Rus.

"Will you choose to surrender or fight to the bitter end?"

"You should know that there is no difference between the two; you are no match for me."

Birac's voice was utterly cold, filled with contempt for King Fenris.

Leman Russ took a deep breath, suppressing all distracting thoughts, and frantically racked his brains for a solution.

He understood that any clash of psychic powers against Birac, who possessed the blessings of the four gods, would be nothing short of humiliation.

His power, derived from the nature of the warp and the spirit of Fenris, was formidable, but it was still insufficient against this chaotic creation that brought together the four blessings of the heavens.

The only chance of winning, or rather, the only opportunity to potentially injure the opponent, is to use the unparalleled magic-breaking properties of the Spear of Dionysus to engage in close combat!

"We'll only know who wins and who loses after the fight!"

Ruth let out a battle cry, no longer hesitating. The unleashed warp essence propelled his body to its fullest extent, transforming him into a golden meteor wreathed in frost and lightning, charging towards Bilak.

The Dionysian Spear pierced straight into the core of the rotating eight-pointed star in the opponent's chest. Lemanrus's shrewd combat experience allowed him to instinctively seize Birac's weakness.

"A foolish struggle."

Bilak didn't even make a big move; he simply raised a shadowy hand, and a chaotic shield made of the power of the four gods instantly condensed in front of his palm.

"Boom!!"

The Dionysian Spear struck the shield, unleashing a deafening roar and a dazzling flash.

Ruth felt as if he had crashed into an indestructible planet, and the enormous recoil made his arms go numb.

The chaotic shield merely rippled violently, but did not shatter.

"Go! Bjorn! Take everyone and retreat!"

Taking advantage of the moment he was knocked back, Ruth howled at the wolf pack behind him without turning his head.

He knew full well that the battles to come were beyond the reach of ordinary people, and that staying behind would only increase casualties.

However, his response was not the wolves' obedience, but a louder and more resolute howl.

"For Ruth! For the whole Father!"

Not a single space wolf chose to retreat; they remained close to the wolf king.

Bjorn's eyes burned with a flame completely different from his usual calm and restraint. He watched as the Father of Genetics was repeatedly defeated by that arrogant demon, and he was momentarily stunned.

The scenes before my eyes were so similar to my experience on the Soul of Vengeance!

At that time, he was just a new blood, following Lemanrus and other more senior wolf brothers to assassinate Horus, who was blessed by the four gods.

However, the Wolf King held back because of past brotherhood, which led to Horus's counterattack and severe injury.

He still remembered how his predecessors had shielded him and the wolf king from fatal attacks with their own bodies, the splattered blood and shattered armor, and the countless brave and heroic Fenris wolves who perished in their vengeful spirits…

Now, the roles have changed.

He, Bjorn, has become the senior who needs to step forward.

Looking at the young, yet equally brave and fearless faces around him, and at the absolute loyalty in their eyes to the Wolf King, a heavy sense of responsibility and destiny welled up in his heart.

"The wolf pack is gathering!"

Bjorn let out a deafening roar, brandishing his massive power claws, and charged at Bilak as the first to charge.

"For the glory of Fenris!"

"For Ruth!"

The other space wolves, like ignited explosives, followed Bjorn and launched a desperate charge.

They knew that destruction lay ahead, yet they went without hesitation!

The barrage of bullets rained down on Birac's shadow armor, like pebbles thrown into a deep pool, without even causing a ripple.

The chainsaw axe and power sword shattered into metal fragments instantly upon striking the invisible chaotic force field.

Birac didn't even intentionally attack them; it was just that the chaotic energy naturally emanating from his body that tore the wolves apart like the most violent meat grinder.

Any space wolf that tries to approach is instantly ignited by scarlet flames, disintegrated by ghostly blue lightning, corroded by filthy green plague, and devoured by enchanting purple pleasure.

Like moths drawn to a raging fire, they burst forth in a dazzling but brief burst, transforming into plumes of blood mist and metallic dust that dissipated into the air.

Each burst of blood mist felt like a knife twisting in Lemanrus's heart.

The wolves who followed him to behead Luo Jia were all elites handpicked from the Sixth Legion, his proud offspring.

The Space Wolves had long been plagued by the werewolf curse, and the Legion's gene seed compatibility and stability were extremely worrying. Things only improved after Lothie brought the Primitive Upgrade technology.

They were meant to be the spark, the new lifeblood of the Sixth Legion's flourishing development, but now they have died at the hands of Birac.

But he couldn't afford to be distracted; he had to seize the fleeting opportunity that the wolf cubs had created with their lives!

With his rich combat experience and unwavering courage, Bjorn skillfully avoided several stray energy turbulences and actually managed to reach Bilak's feet.

He roared, and with all his might, he slashed at Bilak's thigh, which was covered in heavy armor, with his power claw!
"Thorn--!"

A tooth-grinding sound rang out as the decomposition field of the power claw rubbed violently against the armor, actually igniting a string of sparks that resembled a mixture of molten metal and dark energy, leaving a shallow, burning scratch on Birac's leg armor!
This negligible injury, which didn't even cause Bilarak pain, successfully attracted its attention for a fleeting moment.

"Ants."

Birac’s cold voice rang out. It didn’t even lower its head, but simply waved its hand casually.

An invisible, immense force erupted instantly, and Bjorn was struck head-on by a battering ram, flying backward while spitting blood. His heavy Terminator armor shattered inch by inch, and the power claw in his hand twisted and deformed.

"Wolf Lord!"

Several nearby wolves cried out and tried to catch him.

Just as Bjorn was about to crash into the ruins behind him, the rune priests who had been chanting and guiding spiritual energy from behind finally completed their ritual.

They raised their runestones and staffs high, their psionic energy forming a massive net of light shimmering with icy blue runes, barely managing to catch Bjorn and attempting to neutralize the pursuing chaotic energy.

However, Bilak's power far exceeded expectations. The net of light shattered after only half a second, and all the rune priests who participated in the ritual were struck as if by a heavy blow, staggering backward with blood gushing from their mouths and noses.

The lead rune priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He raised his staff once more and uttered the deepest cry in the ancient language of Fenris: "Great spirit of the world! Your children need you! A powerful foe looms before us, the wolf pack is in peril. Grant us strength once more, protect our father, protect our brothers!"

Their cries pierced through the chaotic background noise of the Eye of Fear, reaching the vast, primal will that had been lingering on the edge of the battlefield.

The Spirit of Fenris, a warp entity born from ancient human beliefs and imbued with icy storms, answered the call of the rune priests.

This time, however, it wasn't a subtle blessing; the Spirit of Fenris sensed that the Space Wolf's crisis was stronger than ever before.

A far more powerful spiritual force than before, like an aurora storm in Fenris, suddenly descended upon this desecrated land.

A frigid wind howled, swirling up broken bones and dust from the ground, and countless shimmering ice crystals condensed in the air.

This power was pure and primal, carrying the planet's own anger and will to protect itself. It did not attack Birac directly, but slowly enveloped the remaining space wolves, especially Lemanrus.

Ruston immediately felt a familiar and powerful force surge into his body, quickly replenishing his depleted spiritual energy, and his wounds immediately began to heal with a tingling, itchy sensation.

King Fenris, a powerful psionicist who ranks among the top in the entire galaxy, knew that different psionic powers have different characteristics and would not easily merge with each other.

But this power was perfectly compatible with him, and when he was enveloped by it, Lemanrus felt a sense of comfort and warmth, as if he were in his mother's arms.

"Hmph... the psionic echo of a planet..."

Bilac noticed the change in Lemanrus and immediately understood where that unfamiliar power came from.

Planets like Fenris are not actually that rare in the long history of the vast galaxy.

In primitive times, a race is always prone to instinctively worshipping and believing in forces or beings that it cannot understand, and the planet where they live and reproduce naturally becomes the best object of worship.

"But unfortunately, it still didn't work."

Birac sighed deeply. Before being chosen by the Four Gods to become the first demon prince, he had ruled a vast mortal empire.

All individuals of the race worship it as a god, and its home planet has also become part of the belief system.

As a result, the home planet gave birth to its own subspace entity, which was even able to have relatively simple communication with Bilak, making it one of the few existences that Bilak could take seriously.

However, this empire later began to decline, and Birak unhesitatingly discarded all its burdens, seeking out the next emerging race as his plaything. Now, seeing another intelligent planetary entity, Birak is filled with a greedy desire to possess it.

It decided that after devouring the essence of Lemanrus, it would also take over Fenris's warp entity and make it work for it.

With the power of Fenris's spirit, Lemanrus's attacks were indeed more fierce and ruthless. Birak began to dodge the piercing spear of Dionysus instead of directly using his strength to withstand the attack.

However, Birac surpasses Lemanrus in both sheer strength and the skill in using that strength.

This demon prince was born even before humans were born, and the experience and skills he has accumulated are far beyond what Lemanrus, who has only existed for a few hundred years, can match.

Realizing the danger of the Spear of Dionysus, Bilak began to create distance and used various ancient chaos spells to attack the Wolf King from a distance.

Within just ten minutes, Lemanrus's ice crystal armor was already riddled with wounds, with many places showing signs of damage. Crimson blood flowed, appearing particularly poignant under the glow of the remaining ice crystals.

"Damn it, damn it, these bastards who borrowed the power of the evil god!"

The sense of powerlessness that Lemanrus remembered returned, and the face of Birac seemed to begin to faintly overlap with the face of the fallen Horus of the past.

The Fenris people utterly despised this shameless act of relying on the power of an evil god, but in the life-or-death battle, even if Birac was shameless, it did indeed gain greater power.

Bilak seemed to be toying with Lemanrus, each of its ranged attacks inflicting new wounds on the wolf king. Soon, there was not a single piece of good flesh left on this mighty Primarch, making it exceptionally tragic and pitiful.

Even as Bilak tried to knock away Lemanrus's Dionysus Spear, the only weapon capable of harming the Chosen One, Lemanrus preferred to risk injury rather than let Bilak take the Spear.

This weapon was bestowed upon him by his father, representing the emperor's trust and affection for the Wolf King. Rus would rather die than let it fall into the hands of a deformed, chaotic demon.

Another fierce battle ensued, and Lemanrus's injuries became increasingly severe. Even the Primarch's powerful self-healing ability was unable to fully restore his health.

A gruesome sword wound was exposed on his chest, extending from Ruth's left shoulder blade to his right abdomen, almost tearing the wolf king in two.

Blood continued to seep out, and the writhing internal organs and severed bones were visible to the naked eye.

But Leman Russ did not yield, nor did the Space Wolf.

The wolves looked mockingly at the Word Bearers warriors who lingered on the edge of the battlefield, numb and listless. These offspring of Luojia had watched helplessly as their genetic father was killed and devoured by Birac, yet they stood there like zombies.

They neither fought to avenge Luojia, nor did they flee this place, far from the invincible Lord of Shadows.

This numbness deepened the wolves' contempt for them; if they could muster the courage to take revenge, perhaps they could even inspire a sliver of respect.

A pall of despair began to creep into Ruth's will. The Primarch was truly exhausted. Ruth even began to wonder if he would really perish here like Luo Jia.

No! He absolutely cannot accept this! Even if he has to die, he'll knock out all of that bastard's teeth!

Just as he gritted his teeth, preparing to launch one last, reckless, desperate charge—

An extremely subtle psionic energy fluctuation, like the low cry of an owl piercing through a thick blizzard, resounded directly in the depths of his highly concentrated consciousness.

This psychic energy fluctuation was fleeting and swift, carrying a shadowy stillness and mystery.

[Ruth...brother...can you hear me?]

This voice!

Leman Russ's heart leaped, almost bursting out of his chest.

He remembered the voice; it was Corax! It was the always taciturn Raven Brothers!
But why is Corax's voice here?

Lemanrus knew he was somewhere deep within the Eye of Terror, very close to the warp and extremely far from Cardia.

Even if Corax came to provide support, he should have gone to Cardia to find the Emperor. Why did he come here?
But regardless of why Corax was there, an almost uncontrollable ecstasy instantly tore through the despair and dispelled the gloom in Ruth's heart.

The feeling was like being lost for days and nights in the harshest blizzard in Fenris, and suddenly seeing the familiar glow of a distant tribal campfire and hearing the ancient songs sung by the tribesmen.

He forcefully suppressed the roar that was about to escape his lips, responding with the most concentrated willpower possible, fearing that this precious connection would be severed by his excitement.

【Corax?! My brother! Where are you?!】 His psionic message was filled with incredible urgency and surprise.

[Vulcan and I answered Guilliman's call... but a violent warp storm disrupted our course... causing us to stray from our intended coordinates... however... we suddenly sensed your psionic energy fluctuations... so intense, so... intense.]

Corax's response remained concise, but the concern and vigilance it conveyed were clearly discernible.

Deviating from the coordinates? Sensing my fluctuations?

A sudden inspiration struck Ruth.

Yes, this was definitely not just luck. Deep within the Eye of Terror, which was completely distorted and shielded by the power of chaos, the two Primarch brothers happened to deviate from their course and happened to be able to capture his psionic signals during the fierce battle.
Behind this, there must be an invisible hand originating from the God-Emperor interfering and guiding.

Even when faced with the combined suppression of the four gods, the God-Emperor still did his best to seek a way out for His children!

[No time to explain, Corax!] Ruth's thoughts urged.

[Luo Jia is dead! He was devoured by a monster named Bilarak! That bastard is the new chosen one of the Four Gods, blessed by the Four Evil Gods, his power is ridiculously strong, my wolf cubs and I can't hold on much longer!]

He quickly sent the current situation over via psionic link.

There was a very brief silence on the other end of the communication, but Ruth could sense the gravity in that silence.

[The Four Gods have chosen...to devour the Primitive...]

Korax's voice grew deeper, as if he were pondering the deeper meaning behind it.

[Hold on, Ruth! Vulcan and I are doing our best to break through the final warp turbulence. Three Primarchs might not be enough to kill it, but they're enough to create an opportunity to escape. Don't fight it head-on, buy time!]

"Corax called out."

"Hurry! You'd better hurry! If you want to see me again!" Ruth practically yelled in response.

[This damn thing wants to devour my essence to become some kind of Chaos God! Any later and it'll only be able to collect my and my wolf cubs' corpses!]

The psionic link began to become unstable, clearly because Corax and Vulcan were rapidly closing in, making it much more difficult to maintain communication.

[Keep going... We'll arrive soon!]

The last few words were almost inaudible, and the link was completely broken.

But that's enough.

Hope rekindled, reigniting Lemanrus's almost exhausted fighting spirit.

He was no longer fighting alone; Corax and Vulcan were on their way, and his brothers had never given up on him.

Ruth suddenly raised her head and looked at Bilak, who still had a playful, cat-and-mouse attitude. The despair and determination in her eyes vanished completely.

"What? Giving up the struggle and preparing to offer up your true nature?" Biracnasen's cold voice rang out, tinged with amusement.

"Bullshit!" Ruth roared, his voice echoing across the land, as if he wanted to release all the pent-up frustration he had just been holding back. "I was just warming up! Now, I'll show you the true fangs of the Fenris Wolves!"

He no longer attempted suicidal advances, but instead began to circle around Birac.

The Spear of Dionysus traced golden trajectories, occasionally unleashing a bolt of condensed psionic lightning, or drawing upon the power of the Spirit of Fenris to create a vast frost field and howling winds around Bilak, slowing his opponent down.

His tactics changed completely, from aiming to inflict damage to focusing on delaying and harassing.

Using his agile movements, the Wolf King constantly changed positions to dodge the chaotic energy impacts that Birac casually unleashed, which were powerful enough to shatter mountains and split rocks.

Moreover, Lemanrus constantly used language to provoke Birak and disrupt its thinking.

“I have seen what Horus looks like when he is controlled by the power of the four gods, Birak. You are indeed strong, but you are definitely not as strong as Horus.”

"Before Horus fell, he was the best among us, almost perfect in will, strength and leadership."

"Even he couldn't withstand the power of the Four Gods for long; his will grew increasingly chaotic and confused. What about you? How long can you hold out?"

Upon hearing Lemanrus's question, for the first time, a hint of impatience and anger appeared on Birac's dark face.

Guess it right!
Lemanrus was overjoyed.

The gifts of chaos come at a price; for every gain, there is a loss.

"If I keep dragging this out, you will wear yourself down. At that point, forget about taking any further steps or ascending the throne of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star; you will even have your ego corrupted by the power of chaos."

Birac suddenly stopped and sneered.

“I must admit, you are indeed quite clever, Lemanrus.”

"But how do you know where my limit is? How much longer do you think I can hold on?"

"I'm also very curious whether you will continue to stall for time and succeed, or whether I will kill you first and then take your essence."

Wolf King and Bilak were exchanging barbs, while on the edge of the battlefield, Bjorn struggled to his feet with the help of the Rune Priest.

Despite being severely wounded, he raised his broken weapon and let out a hoarse but determined battle cry.

The surviving wolves quickly shrank back, forming a tight circle, using their bomb guns and remaining heavy weapons, along with the psionic shields constantly being raised by the rune priests, to stubbornly resist the erosion of Bilak's power.

Birac clearly noticed the sudden surge in morale among those "ants".

"A dying struggle cannot change the outcome."

It raised its hands, and even more massive chaotic energy began to gather, clearly intending to end this "game".

"Then let's give it a try, you freak created by the Four Gods!"

Ruth roared back fearlessly, his Dionysian Spear pointing at Bilak, and the power of Fenris's spirit coalesced behind him into a faint, ethereal phantom of a giant frost wolf howling at the sky.

He has to hold on! Every second he holds on increases the chances of Corax and Vulcan arriving.

After another fierce battle, Bilac finally noticed something unusual about Lemanrus.

The wolf king seemed to be waiting for something, stalling for time while constantly looking around, not fully focused on anything.

“Lemanrus!” Birac roared in fury.

The wolf king finally sensed the presence of his two brothers, who were rapidly approaching.

The weight on his heart lifted instantly, and a strong sense of confidence appeared on his face.

"I'm waiting for my reinforcements, what are you waiting for?"

"You're not all alone without any reinforcements, are you? There shouldn't be anyone that pitiful in the world, right?" Ruth mocked.

(End of this chapter)