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

Chapter 503: Clash in the Fortress (Please Subscribe)

"Who can answer me? How did these damned pseudo-emperor's lackeys break into the depths of the Black Stone Fortress?"

"Our early warning system is a ridiculous system, as if anyone can come and go at will."

"Is this huge Black Stone Fortress a public place?"

In the core control room, the hunched-over Malohurst the Twisted leaned on the Chaos banner. This loyal servant of the Warmaster was so thin that one could not help but wonder if he would die on the spot.

But no one dared to look him in the eye, and no one dared to answer the Twister's questions, not even those Dark Mechanicus priests with extremely weak emotions.

These guys who transformed themselves with cold procedures and logic should have eliminated inefficient emotional fluctuations such as fear. In their hearts, there is only an infinite desire for forbidden knowledge.

Even the black oil men sensed infinite malice in this old and hunched body, which gave rise to an emotion called fear in their cold and rational thinking engines.

Malohurst truly treated everyone equally. He sacrificed all the mortals captured from all over the world to the Warp without leaving a single one alive, and then used these sacrifices to exchange for the Warp demon entities that he could control with the Lord of the Soul Forge.

His cruelty was not only directed at mortals. Even towards his fighting brothers in the same legion, Malohurst showed no mercy or hesitation.

He did not have the kind of brotherhood between Astartes, and the only thing in his entire soul was infinite loyalty to the Warmaster.

In order to follow Horus, he would do anything, including betraying the Corpse King and his battle brothers, allowing them to be corrupted and contaminated by the dark power of Chaos and become enchanted warriors like the walking dead.

However, the silence made the warmaster's attendant even more excited and furious. He held up the legion flag given by Horus himself. The huge Eye of Horus was rotating in the center of the flag, staring at everyone like a living thing.

"Prepare for a counterattack immediately. The first batch of enchanted warriors have already fallen. The false emperor's lackeys killed them."

"The safety of Blackstone Fortress cannot be lost. Without it, what will the Warmaster do against those two damn warships?"

Malohurst's curses and scolding echoed in the hall. The other Sons of Horus commanders endured those filthy words. It was the Twisted One himself who promised the Warmaster and the First Captain that he could manage Blackstone Fortress well. He was the first person responsible, but now he wanted to push the responsibility onto them.

However, the legion flag of the Warmaster's attendant was bestowed by Horus himself. When he and the flag appeared together, it was as if the Warmaster himself was present. No one dared to express their dissatisfaction and resentment, but just hid all their emotions deep in their hearts.

In fact, a considerable number of Sons of Horus do not believe in the Dark Gods and the Warp. They gaze with hatred at Malohurst, who dragged the entire legion into the abyss of Chaos, but now they have to endure it in the face of a powerful enemy.

"All the enchanted warriors, send them forward. Kill all the remaining mortal slaves. Ask for help from the High Heaven and the Lord of the Forge!"

"All of you, including me, can die, but Blackstone Fortress must not be lost!"

Everyone accepted the commander's death order in silence, and batches of enchanted warriors of the Sons of Horus were sent to block the Empire's boarding troops.

These Chaos-enchanted warriors, who were over three meters tall and had power armor covered with hideous and sharp bone spurs and a large number of filthy skulls on the bone spurs, screamed and moved quickly inside the Blackrock Fortress.

And among this powerful display of beings possessed by the evil of the Warp, there is one extremely eye-catching and special existence that cannot be ignored.

He was over five meters tall, his whole body burning with horrific flames from the sea of ​​soul. His eye sockets were filled with two huge and sharp ring-shaped spikes, and the deformed power armor neck guard behind his head was shining with dots of scarlet.

Within that completely stripped jaw, sharp teeth formed a strange smile. A massive black magic sword was grasped in its hand. No other enchanted warrior dared to advance before it, instead following fearfully from behind. This enchanted warrior was the most powerful being within Blackstone Fortress. Its master bore a name familiar to many: Tarik Torgaddon, one of the Council of Four Kings.

In the ruins of the Chorus City, the capital of Isstvan III, the Council of Four Kings was divided into two, with Gaviel Loken and Tarik Torgaddon facing off against Horus Eichmand the Younger and First Captain Ezekiel Abaddon, and Torgaddon was killed by Eichmand himself.

He himself beheaded Torgaddon with his own sword, but the body of the mighty warrior was not to be wasted. Mallorhurst retrieved Torgaddon's body and performed a brutal ritual to fuse a Chaos Daemon into the corpse.

This possessed warrior, resurrected from the corpse of Torgaddon, was the first member of the Sons of Horus Legion.

Malorhurst concealed the existence of this most powerful enchanted warrior. Another member of the Council of Four Kings in the Legion, Horus Eichmand the Younger, had always been extremely dissatisfied with him. The struggle between the two sides even intensified after Horus no longer cared about the affairs of the Legion.

Although Eichmand killed Torgaddon with his own hands, he also felt remorse and pain for his actions. This member of the Council of Four Kings had deep feelings for each of his brothers, but his loyalty to Horus forced him to do some things he was unwilling to do.

This powerful army of enchanted warriors is coming with great momentum. They were born from the rapid-recruiting army of the Sons of Horus. According to the scans of the reconnaissance-type Iron Man, there are at least more than 8,000 enchanted warriors gathering.

"These damned traitors, how many of these blasphemous warp monsters have they created?"

"They keep saying that they are fighting against the Emperor in order to save humanity. How ridiculous."

Luo Xi had already seen those extremely conspicuous and terrifying things, and he did not hesitate to let the Iron Man Legion go forward. After all, these war weapons were just a pile of materials, and he could make countless of them as long as he was given time.

The first batch of war-type iron men were about to engage in close combat with the enchanted warriors of the Sons of Horus. The iron men in the front row switched their main weapons and put the arc weapons and Gauss rifles in their hands back.

The huge power weapons switched quickly, and the fully activated decomposition force field released terrifying power. Although the Iron Men looked humanoid, they could do things that humans couldn't, such as having more arms.

The Iron Men switched to four-arm or six-arm forms one by one, holding a storm shield in one hand, and the other two hands wielding power swords or power hammers. As for the last arm, it controlled the long-range weapon for precise output.

Roshi blessed them, greatly weakening the corrupt power from Vashtor. The Iron Men were not afraid of the enchanted warriors of similar size to them. They wielded their hammers violently and fought with the enemies.

Just like two tsunamis of different colors colliding with each other, the silver-white Iron Legion and the black-gold enchanted warriors instantly broke up each other's formations and fell into an extremely chaotic close combat.

"For the Emperor! Charge with me!"

Relying on the huge inertia brought by running, Koswain beheaded a possessed warrior of the Son of Horus with one sword. He crushed the enemy's head into pieces with his iron boots, and countless filthy flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

The Dark Angel let out a thunderous battle cry, and pointed the power sword in his right hand straight to the sky, inspiring his fighting brothers who came later.

The Deathwing warriors all hold a storm shield in their left hand and a melee weapon such as a power hammer or power sword in their right hand. They turn into a hurricane of death and rush deep into the enemy camp, using their powerful suppressive force to forcibly cut a bloody path through the stalemate defense line.

The veterans of Terrorwing took out all kinds of forbidden weapons of destruction. Launchers loaded with miniature nuclear bombs were firing at all times. The annihilation missiles in the Storm Nest, accompanied by the extinction flames of phosphide weapons, annihilated the demon army.

Faced with these blasphemous and fallen Astartes, the Dark Angels demonstrated what a moment of excommunication is.

(End of this chapter)