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

Chapter 198: Micromanipulation Master Dantioch
The Midnight Ghost, who allowed the Lion King to hunt him for sixteen weeks and escape safely, and who also slaughtered people on the Indomitable Truth, is an enemy that countless Dark Angels dream of killing.

Faced with this ghost who was more difficult to deal with than any previous enemy, the seemingly reckless and brainless Commander Auguston actually caused visible damage to him.

Hou Guin saw it clearly, Auguston's sword pierced from the edge of Midnight Haunter's abdomen and came out from beside his spine. If it was a Space Marine, this blow might have destroyed his pebble kidney, but the structure of the Primarch was completely different from common sense.

But one thing is certain, that is, Conrad was injured, for the first time.

As for the blood gushing out of Auguston's helmet visor, it was not within the Deathwing Grand Master's attention. If he could injure Midnight Haunter with the body of an Astartes, what did it matter if he died?

If this honorable choice was given to Hou Guin, the Grand Master would not have the slightest hesitation.

"I'm not dead yet, that's it?"

Auguston's voice was mixed with the strange sound of blood gushing out. One of his eyes, along with half of his brain, had been torn into mud by the Midnight Haunter. The Larriman cells, combined with the power armor's life-support emergency system, were racing against time to save his life.

The blood spurting from the helmet slid down the power armor. Auguston stepped in his own blood and continued to kill the Midnight Haunter.

Midnight Haunter staggered back a few steps and pulled the power sword out of his body. Severe pain rushed along the nerves to his brain, but Conrad was not moved at all.

"No, without this sword, you are wrong again!"

Instead of anger and hatred, a look of crazy joy appeared on the Nostramo's face.

He laughed out loud. The prophecy was wrong again, which made him more convinced that the prophecy was not entirely correct.

This damn prophecy, this damn illusion, is not 100% true.

If he could die here, wouldn't that mean that the future he saw might also be false, and those malicious beings who imposed endless pain on him were not omniscient and omnipotent.

"Kill me, kill me!"

Conrad pounced on Auguston, whose movements began to slow down. The Midnight Haunter did not hold back at all and completely suppressed the commander's attack. His mercy and forgiveness quickly crushed the power generator of the beheading sword, and then he broke it with a twist.

Auguston, who lost his weapon, was strangled from behind by Midnight Haunter's joint technique. His helmet was shaking and the connecting structure could no longer support it.

Sirens screamed throughout Hera Castle, and scarlet lumen lights guided the running Astartes warriors.

More and more Ultramarines are arriving, including Captain Polux of the Imperial Fists.

Beside him is the projection of the Warsmith Dantioch. Ever since the agreement was made in front of the Primarch, the Warsmith has been sharing his skills and ideas with the Imperial Fists as agreed, proving his loyalty to him.

At this moment, Pollax was in another location of Hera Castle.

When they arrived, Auguston had already fallen in a pool of his own blood, and his great sword had broken into two pieces and fell beside him.

"No, Fratus!"

Just as Pollax was about to step forward, Dantioch stopped him. No one knew whether Auguston had a booby trap hidden on his body.

"He went to the Memorial Hall. Midnight Haunter was injured."

In the darkness, Grand Master Deathwing leaned weakly against the wall. He pointed out the direction for the Imperial Fists and others.

"It looks like he killed Auguston? He was a fearless warrior." Pollax felt sorry for Auguston, but Dantioch retorted.

"You spoke too early. I sensed that the reckless man still had signs of life in his power armor. He might not be dead yet."

As his understanding of Pharos deepened, Dantioch even discovered some special abilities, such as a subtle perception of life and emotions.

And at this moment, as far as he could sense, Auguston was still alive.

As long as he is not dead, it is possible to revive him with the medical level of the Extreme Marines.

The air in the memorial hall was filled with the smell of burnt incense. This was originally a solemn and dignified hall, but now it had become the territory of the midnight ghost.

"He couldn't do it, could you, son of Dorne?"

The voice of Midnight Haunter suddenly sounded from behind him. Polux had no idea when the other party came to his side. He instinctively turned the muzzle of the gun and sprayed bullets behind him.

However, there was nothing there, and it seemed as if there was really a ghost in the sight, an invisible spirit.

But the number of Ultramarines around him was dwindling, there had been nine of them with Pollux at first, but now only seven remained. He didn't know if they were alive or dead, for their signals had faded, and there was no sound of any fighting.

Polux tried to unite the remaining people into a defensive formation, but the number of people was still decreasing rapidly, and in just a few breaths he was the only one left.

"Look up!" Dantioch warned.

The Imperial Fists looked up suddenly, only to find that the Ultramarines were hung upside down on the steel supports in the sky, and they seemed to have been stunned by the attack.

"Run, Pollux, run!" Dantioch roared.

It would be suicidal for the Imperial Fists to fight the Night Haunter in the dark, so it would be better for them to retreat first.

Polux only felt that he was surrounded by darkness. The light around him was completely swallowed up. The night was as thick as insoluble ink. It was the psychic energy of the Midnight Haunter.

"I can't see him, Dantioch!" It was pitch black in Pollax's goggles. Even switching to thermal imaging and X-ray vision could not penetrate the darkness.

Apparently, Night Haunter is using some Warp and psionics tricks.

"But I can. Follow my lead."

The Warsmith can only act as the eyes of his comrades, and using the power of the Beacon of Pharos, he can capture the Night Haunter to a certain extent.

"Left!" screamed Dantioch.

Polux's body moved to the left instantly, and he felt something sharp breaking through the air beside him, and that cold feeling was just a little bit away.

"Turn around!" Dantioch continued to instruct, and Polux turned around and fired the explosive bomb into nothingness.

The figure of Midnight Haunter flashed by, and he was indeed behind.

The Nostramo looked at the shadow of the Iron Warrior in confusion, as that was a technology beyond his comprehension.

It was the Iron Warrior's micro-management that allowed Polux to escape from Conrad time and time again.

He tried to cut off Dantioch's head, but it was obviously a shadow, and how to cut off a shadow?

Polux gave up all his postures. He dodged in front of Midnight Haunter like a piece of meat on a rolling pin, rolling continuously while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Dantioch reminded again, and Pollax finally seized the opportunity. His greatsword slashed on Conrad's forgiveness power claws and stuck tightly in the opponent's gap.

The giant of the Imperial Fists mobilized all his strength, and with the output amplification of the power armor, he actually brought the blade closer to Midnight Haunter little by little.

"You are much stronger than that guy." Midnight Haunter continued to comment.

"It's a pity that the skills are so different."

Midnight Haunter dodged the greatsword and dragged Polux to the ground. The Imperial Fists felt a special penetrating force penetrate into it, and the shock-absorbing and buffering system of the armor had little effect on it.

That's how the Ultramarines were knocked unconscious, it was an amazing skill on the part of Midnight Haunter.

Conrad's claws pressed against his breastplate, rubbing and tearing at it like a cat scratching post.

Just as Midnight Haunter was about to do the same and pry off the Imperial Fists' helmet, Dantioch, far away in Sosa, finally broke through the control of the Lighthouse of Pharos at the desperate moment.

He made a pulling gesture, trying to pull Polux away across hundreds or thousands of light years.

This was an incredible act, but with the mobilization of this alien technology, Polux's huge body actually disappeared from mercy and forgiveness.

Midnight Haunter was stunned for a moment. He stroked the floor where Pollax had just been lying, and there were scratches left by him.

But he no longer had time to ponder the reasons; Pollax, Auguston, and the Astartes who had sacrificed themselves for it had delayed the matter long enough.

His hearing detected familiar footsteps; the Lord of the Ultramarines and the Lord of the Dark Angels were encircling them from both sides.

It was Guilliman and Lion, both of whom had already arrived at the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)