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

Chapter 455 Plague Warrior (Please subscribe)

Croesus led his troops to evacuate in an orderly manner. The Death Guard warriors marched in silence. They did not use any armored vehicles to assist in movement. This was the tradition of the Fourteenth Legion. The Pale King believed that this could help his descendants develop a strong will.

A faint dark green luster appeared on their gray and white armor, which was the blessing and gift of the Warmaster. Croesus knew that some Warp entities surrendered to Horus' power and were integrated into their weapons.

"Warp demons, yes, these things really exist."

As a pharmacist of the Legion, Crosius had always believed in the Imperial Truth promoted by the Emperor, but his thoughts changed after the Legion betrayed the Empire and the Word Bearers showed his companions the truth about the Empyrean.

He had a close relationship with Typhon, the captain of the first company of the legion and a close comrade of the Primarch Mortarion, who would often tell him about and teach him the forbidden faith of the God of Life in private.

It was during his contact with Typhon that Croesus realized that this captain of the first company of the legion was actually a psyker that the Primarch hated the most!
Apart from astropaths and navigators, there are almost no psykers in the Death Guard Legion. The root cause of this is the Primarch Mortarion's extreme hatred of psykers.

According to Captain Typhon, when the Primarch fell on Barbarus, he was enslaved by an alien psychic overlord. If the Emperor had not arrived in time at the last moment, the Primarch would probably have died at the hands of the alien psychic overlord.

Of course, this information was secret and could not be passed on to others. Typhon specifically instructed that Mortarion must not be informed of it.

Although the Pale King is kind and loving to his son, his weak spots will be touched once the topic of his adoptive father, the alien overlord, and psychic powers is brought up.

But when Croesus looked back, he suddenly realized that when he knew these things, he had already boarded Typhon's ship. No matter how he argued, in the eyes of the Primarch, he had already become a member of Typhon's faction.

"Typhon's loyalty to the Primarch... is flawed." The pharmacist commented. He didn't want to say something that would be considered disobedient, such as saying that Typhon was not loyal to the Primarch at all, so he chose a more tactful approach.

In his heart, Typhon might not be loyal enough to the Primarch and he had more selfish motives, but he couldn't do something like turning against the Primarch and betraying the Legion, right?
That's impossible!

No Astartes could do such a thing, and the pharmacist found his own unrealistic fantasies laughable.

Croesus and other Death Guards had mixed feelings about the demon-infused equipment given by the Warmaster.

They knew that their gene-father hated anything to do with the Warp, and if navigators and astropaths were not essential personnel for Warp navigation, his flagship Endurance would never have had any psychic powers.

As for the demon-possessed equipment, it's no longer some kind of psychic existence. It's the naked psychic energy itself, a manifestation of those filthy things.

But they could not refuse the powerful force at their fingertips, especially when the Blood Angels were at the gates of the city and a fierce battle was about to break out.

"Death Guard, form up!"

Crosius ordered his army to switch formation. They had already returned to their positions. The tall and heavy Death Guard Astartes were arranged in a heavy infantry phalanx, ready to await the arrival of the Blood Angels.

The pharmacist could hear the whispers of his own armor in his ears. An ancient existence was sealed in the power armor, which replaced the original machine soul. The power from the ancient supreme heaven was nourishing the power armor.

He frowned and became wary of this self-aware weapon.

However, the power armor actively merged with the Death Guard's body, and the powerful and surging Warp energy seeped into the Astartes' body through the warm metal, burning huge ulcers on the skin surface of the Son of Mortarion.

A large number of herpes and scars began to spread, and Croesus felt the changes in his body. An inexplicable fear became heavier as the disease spread.

He was an experienced pharmacist who had studied on Mars and learned various medical knowledge from a biological sage. He naturally understood that it was extremely difficult for Astartes' superhuman body to get sick.

Pebble-shaped kidneys grant the Astartes powerful detoxification capabilities, a pre-existing stomach capable of processing a wide range of toxic or indigestible foods, and a third lung capable of absorbing oxygen from oxygen-deficient or toxic air and neutralizing the toxins within. Even in the face of radiation damage, the Astartes' pigment control allows them to adjust the morphology of their skin, altering its color to prevent damage from radiation.

Moreover, for the Death Guard, poisoning and illness are even more ridiculous. Everyone knows that the Sons of Mortarion can endure the worst battlefield environment. They can maintain normal combat effectiveness in the most extreme toxic atmospheric environment.

This damn power armor did not report any abnormalities. Croesus then realized that the machine soul of the armor had been replaced by the subspace monster that Horus stuffed into it.

It is undoubtedly ridiculous to expect the devil to diagnose your condition.

After a while, the Death Guards felt that their armor and skin and flesh had completely merged into one. It was not relying on the black shell to fuse the neural links, but the armor and flesh would no longer be divided from each other.

A huge force was gushing out of the power armor. Croesus felt that he had grown taller and his strength had increased a lot. His body seemed to stretch out the power armor that originally fit him well, forcing it to expand a bit as well.

In a trance, a being as huge as a mountain with a kind face extended a sincere invitation to them.

He sincerely wishes the Death Guards all the best, wishing them perseverance and tenacity.

He has equal love for every individual, whether it is human, microorganism, or other life, He loves them all equally.

"Father..."

The strange feeling on Croesus' body had completely disappeared. He felt that the wriggling herpes and sores were nothing more than normal life reactions, just like the harmonious relationship between life and death.

He no longer felt any pain. The armor on his body was thick and tough, and his strength was several times greater than before.

The huge chainsaw sickle extended like limbs, and this weapon gave Croesus the feeling of a completely living thing. It was breathing, stretching its limbs, and even dripping some sticky pus and blood.

Suddenly, he became excited because the Blood Angels were approaching.

He ordered the Mortal Auxilia, who were also beginning to stagger, to stop the annoying Solar Auxilia, while the Death Guard marched heavy steps straight towards the Blood Angels' assault.

The Death Guards only felt that they were running faster and faster. This land full of toxins and pathogens was so suitable for their exercise.

The Commander could see the ornate art and markings of purity on the Blood Angels' armor through the filter that tinted everything in front of him green.

A face suddenly emerged from Croesus's shoulder armor. It stretched, slid down, and solidified into a swollen and loose little monster. It was trembling, as if adapting to the differences in rules between the subspace and the real universe. Then the cute little monster began to giggle.

The footsteps of the Death Guard were unstoppable, as if they could trample on anything that stood in their way. More and more little demons, or beings that could be called Nurglings, began to crawl all over the ground. They shuttled through the open ruins and frolicked on the wasteland.

Some of them giggled, while others were silent, as if they had something on their minds.

Radon suddenly fell to the ground from mid-air, and the power of the jet pack behind him slowly weakened.

He stopped his own Holy Blood Guards, with a power dagger forged from the [Angel Steel] produced in Bart standing in front of him.

"Be careful, the subspace power of these enemies is completely out of control, and they have completely fallen into chaos!"

(End of this chapter)