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He should have taken a moment to think. He should have tried to figure out a way to somehow get around the need to charge. He should have though about how damaged the chassi of Dominus Navaros was when he began to rev its blessed engine and invigorate the power of a god machine through his circuits.
He did not though and instead raised his weapon towards the avatar of the orkish gods.
+Upon this moment I declare in the name of Navaors that my blade will destroy that god.+ The Prince said as he began the charge forward.
The screaming of Hydraulics began to make noise present even in the saddle. He could feel that even approaching moderate speed that the Machine was troubling itself to reach even that. None of his Knights fared any better as they were not only slow but quickly becoming cluttered with Orks.
It was a charge, and the Gargant answered their charge with a beam of white light.
Within seconds two of his Knights were killed by what was a massive bolt of white light. The Prince did not even have a moment to grieve as he was quickly cutting through the remaining Orks. He could feel the troubles and screaming of the Chainsword as it could barely cut through the limitless ork flesh.
If it continued like this he would lose. He would run out of power and falter before his objective. It was foolhardy to make such an objective but he did not wish to fail. If he failed here Navaros would fall and become a simple footnote in the history of Dutonis’s rise.
At times of peril mankind only knew one thing. It did not matter if you believed or not every human did it.
+Machine God, if the Priests of Lucius are to be creditable, grant me the strength to kill this false idol.+ He said as the Prince raised his chainsword one last time before the Orks would have overtaken him, +In your name I will fight and slaughter the enemies of Humanity! DEUS MECHANICUS!+
Upon such a prayer. A declaration by desperate plea for a miracle. It was given.
The Machine Spirit Resurged.
