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

Chapter 1 Beginning Isstvan 5
Welcome to the future, Roche

This was the first sound Roshi heard after waking up from his deep sleep.

The light of the Stasis Stand went out, and the ancient being that had been sealed for ten thousand years regained its ability to move.

A strong trance, accompanied by chaotic memories sweeping across his brain, he glanced around blankly and recalled that he was in a stasis room.

"What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"

[3658765 Earth days have passed since you entered hibernation]

"Yes, ten thousand years, what a long time." Luo Xi stood up from the stopped stasis, moved his stiff legs to the outside of the cabin, and paused, "Since I have been awakened, it means that mankind has finally moved towards that terrible future."

Roche, the executor of the Future Reinforcement Plan, comes from the 21st millennium of human civilization, a glorious era when humans have spread throughout the galaxy and the power of technology is enough to reshape the starry sea.

With the application of subspace navigation, the popularization of strong artificial intelligence, and the invention of the STC standard construction template, human civilization has experienced explosive development.

The traces of human pioneers can be found in the accretion disk of the black hole at the center of the Milky Way and in the void space outside the Milky Way and the Andromeda Galaxy.

It can be said that this is an era belonging to mankind, and the Milky Way is the Milky Way of mankind.

"But beneath the splendor lies a raging fire. Warp travel connects the entire galaxy's human race, but in that mysterious warp, there are eyes with ill intentions hidden."

In his mind, Luo Xi recalled the last conversation between him and the Chief of the Alliance's Science Department ten thousand years ago when he joined the [Future Reinforcement Plan].

"Although our civilization has made unprecedented achievements, I am not optimistic about the future of mankind." said the Chief of the Alliance's Science Department, a pioneer in charge of the highest technological forces of human civilization.

"The Warp is the ocean of the non-material world. It seems calm and gentle, but when it boils, when the eyes that have been hidden behind the curtain finally stop watching, we will face an unprecedented crisis of destruction."

Luo Xi was puzzled by the Chief's pessimistic attitude. He had witnessed too many miracles created by humans and knew well the tremendous power that this race possessed.

"We have a powerful fleet that can roam the galaxy. We are not afraid even of the Eldar who call themselves Aida. What can defeat the stone men and iron men?" Roche asked back.

The Chief's expression did not change, as if he had no confidence in the horrific creations that were born from their hands.

Forbidden weapons can easily tear apart stars, and countless swarms of nano-insects devour planets just to more conveniently obtain the minerals needed by humans. Humans created stone men with powerful scientific research capabilities, and then created an endless army of iron men controlled by AI.

Even the laws of physics are not unshakable, and humans have touched upon the great power of time and space.

"But what if these most dangerous weapons are pointed at their former masters?"

The Chief's words left Luo Xi silent. He had survived from the third millennium of mankind to the present day. He had witnessed the rise of mankind as well as the moments of civil strife within this race.

“We have compiled the vast majority of STCs in the current alliance technology system and shaped them into a final backup that can continue human technology and civilization.”

"However, technology alone is not enough, so we chose you. Your immortal physique has allowed you to survive from the distant past to the present. You were born when humans were still in their infancy and looking at the sea of ​​stars."

"You have witnessed how our civilization has grown step by step from the cradle to the peak."

"Your genes have not been edited or modified in any way. They are primitive and crude compared to those guys who call themselves Golden Men. The genes of Golden Men have been perfected through continuous improvement. They are not afraid of disease and aging. The analytical ability of their modified brains is a hundred times that of ordinary people, and their physical strength and reaction speed are comparable to those of Superman."

"However, perfection is synonymous with imperfection. There is no turning back in genetic modification. When we go down a dark road, we also lose more possibilities. But you are different. Those parts of your genes that are classified as inefficient and redundant contain such possibilities."

Luo Xi silently remembered every word of the Chief, but he was puzzled in his heart as to why the Chief and those outstanding scientists were unwilling to go into the future.

As if he saw the confusion, the chief finally smiled and said easily: "Everyone has his or her own mission. We belong to this era."

"Among our people, a trend of losing reverence for the universe is spreading. The increasingly crazy genetic blasphemy and psychic exploration are already showing a tendency to get out of control. All of this needs the guidance of rational people."

"By the way, the plan hasn't been named yet. I think it's better for you, as the executor of the plan, to name it."

The chief changed the subject.

"What's your name..."

"Let's call it Red Alert."

When humanity is heading towards extinction, Red Alert will revive again and hold the last hope firmly in its hands.

"You are the spark of humanity. When you wake up again one day in the future, please remember your mission."

As the potion took effect, Luo Xi's vision began to blur, but he still wanted to take one more look at this defender of humanity.

The Chief seemed to be waving to him, saying goodbye to this old friend.

"Please allow the human race to continue and ensure that the torch of human civilization will not be cut off."

The hatch of the Red Alert slowly closed, with the sound of mechanical collisions. The Chief stared at the starship that was sailing into the dark galaxy under the control of the intelligent computer and gradually disappeared before his eyes, muttering to himself.

"Goodbye, my friend..."

-

006.M31, Isstvan System.

This is a dead world.

Nuclear weapons of innumerable yields tore apart the mountains, flattened the valleys, evaporated the ashes of the earth, and diffused in the atmosphere accompanied by the roar of light spears and macro cannons.

The surface of the planet is densely covered with craters that can bury heavy vehicles, dirty groundwater, molten steel, and the blood of countless human deaths, which together form a deadly liquid that exudes a strong smell of rust and blood.

Faint light fell through the gaps in the nuclear cloud, creating a few extremely fine ripples on the effusion with extremely low reflectivity.

The water ripples slowly spread out and finally broke amid the increasingly obvious sound of trampling.

“The smell of those rats is right here.”

A cold and hoarse voice suddenly appeared. A team of giant warriors wearing gray-green power armor, holding giant sickles with terrifying serrations, and two meters four in height were exposed to an environment filled with poison gas and strong radiation.

Even for the Emperor's superhuman warriors like the Astartes, such a harsh environment is a great test, but for this small group of traitors from the Death Guard Legion, it reminds them of the smell of their home planet Barbarus.

"It's been four months. It's been such a long time since the massacre at the landing site, and yet there are still these troublesome guys operating under our noses."

"The Primarch's patience is almost exhausted. After the Warmaster annihilated the Iron Hands, Salamanders, and Raven Guard, he no longer needs to worry about so much. Our warships can head straight for Terra soon."

The leading Space Marine took a deep breath of air into his nostrils, then bent down, and with a slight sound from the armored servo system, he pinched a drop of slightly different blood sand in front of him.

Genetic detection nerves. The transformation surgery that Astartes underwent gave him super information tracking ability. Even just a drop of blood can expose the information of many bleeding people.

The owner of this drop of blood was undoubtedly seriously injured. According to the Death Guard, even if they gave up the pursuit, it would be difficult for him to survive two Terra days.

This hell on earth was deadly quiet, with only the chaotic air currents occasionally causing whistling screams.

The Death Guard stood quietly in place, slowly clenching the bloody chainsaw sickle in his hand.

Although their mouths were full of ridicule towards the three legions that were surrounded and annihilated at the landing point, deep down in their hearts, the Death Guard warriors knew very well that their enemies were superhuman warriors who were also Astartes.

They were a group of monsters who had survived high-energy nuclear explosions, orbital bombardments, and heavy artillery barrages. The ground was shaking.

The precise gyroscope of the MKⅡ power armor felt the slight vibration coming from under their feet, and the seven Death Guard warriors suddenly scattered, leaving their original positions almost in a flash.

"Attack!"

Furious warnings were mixed with the sound of cracking rocks. Although their reaction speed was measured in microseconds, it was still a little slow in the face of this carefully designed ambush.

The earth shattered, and after the key geological nodes were destroyed by high-energy explosives, the ground collapsed and sank instantly, swallowing the traitors into the ground like a small earthquake.

The rocks were still collapsing, and the Death Guards, who were caught off guard, were squeezed into hundreds of tons of broken rock. Even their strong bodies protected by ceramsite armor were severely damaged.

Two Death Guard warriors were buried directly at the bottom by the collapsed boulders, while the ceramic steel armor of the remaining five was deformed and cracked, and the muscles and bones under the black shells were damaged and broken.

"Oh!"

A dull explosion tore through the air as a vengeful bullet was fired from the gun. The precise trajectory ignored the almost zero visibility in the air and tore the neck of a Death Guard.

The defensive power of the Astartes' ceramic steel armor on the chest and shoulder armor is extremely amazing, and even explosive bombs cannot penetrate it 100%.

As for the joints of the power armor, such as the helmet and legs, which have to give way to flexibility, the explosive shells are powerful enough to penetrate the ceramsite and destroy the flesh of the Space Marine.

The shattered shrapnel continued to accelerate, and after piercing the helmet, it continued to kill and injure the rest of the people, carrying with it the white skull fragments and helmet fragments of the dead man.

"You shameless traitors have failed the Emperor by killing your former comrades!"

In the dark underground tunnel, cold electronic sounds penetrated the dust.

However, what responded to him were a dozen explosive bombs that also carried deadly intent. The Death Guards held their bolters and fired accurately at the source of the sound. The huge recoil was offset by their powerful bodies under the power armor.

Two explosive bombs hit the attacker in the dark, but there was no dull explosion sound of hitting a flesh and blood body.

It's the Iron Hand.

From the echo of the sound, the Death Guard understood that on this cage planet, only the Iron Hands warriors who had undergone extensive prosthetic modifications would react like this.

The grenade launcher in his hand fired continuously, and several Death Guards around him quickly moved, looking for the nearest cover while locking down the fire network.

In just one second, the Death Guards fired dozens of heavy bombs.

The roar of the heavy bomb was like a hammer hitting an anvil, echoing in the tunnel at an unknown depth.

As they expected, the ambushed Iron Hands did not stay for long, but turned around and fled into the deep and dark underground tunnel.

After four months of encirclement and suppression war, the soldiers who survived the massacre at the landing site had already used up all their explosives, ammunition and war supplies.

"This tunnel does not exist in the Legion's command system, which means there may be more Iron Hands and Raven Guards hiding in it, waging annoying guerrilla warfare against us." The squad leader's voice echoed in the channel.

"Send the message and tell them where we are."

The Death Guard did not choose to continue pursuing. Two Space Marines guarded the direction of the enemy's escape. They turned on the communication channel built into the power armor and tried to send the location here to the Legion Command.

"Zizzizi..."

The strong electromagnetic interference that appeared at the critical moment blocked the Death Guard team's attempt to report the news.

They are still here!

With a strong sense of crisis, the Death Guards activated the chainsaws in their hands, and the buzzing scythes suddenly chopped down in front of them!

The Death Guard captain's reaction speed was as fast as lightning, but in the darkness, a dark figure appeared at some point, holding two dull power swords and lightly tapping the rotating gears of the chainsaw sickle.

The black-armored warrior that suddenly appeared hit the vulnerable part of the chainsaw sickle, causing the motor to jam and the Death Guard warrior's movements also revealed a flaw.

The power sword slashed through the Death Guard's arm armor, and the tip of the sword skimmed across the surface of the ceramic steel, piercing the weak spot at the throat just right.

The activated decomposition stance easily cut through the ceramic steel, and the Death Guard warrior's head flew off in the sword light. His huge body was still in an instinctive tonic state and fell down by inertia.

The Death Guard fired wildly at the remains of their battle-brothers with their bolter grenade, but the assassin cleverly hid himself behind the corpse and the bolter grenade was intercepted by the dead Space Marine.

"Where did the attacker come from? Two teammates were clearly guarding the passage."

However, before they could figure it out, the red-hot grenade launchers in their hands had used up all the remaining ammunition. The team leader's back power backpack had been completely destroyed, and the waist armor along with the spine and flesh had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a huge empty hole.

"You are not qualified to repent!"

The team leader's body finally fell to the ground.

The shadow emerged from behind again. In this dark underground passage, there seemed to be a ghost lurking that was invisible to the naked eye, bringing the most beautiful death.

With a flash of sword light, the two power swords pierced the throat of the Death Guard again, cutting off the spine along with it.

These Space Marines of the Fourteenth Legion have extremely strong vitality and endurance. Many attacks that are fatal to other Legion Astartes can even delay the arrival of death for them.

But that certainly doesn’t include beheadings.

The Raven Guard who survived the massacre are the coldest death gods in the shadows.

After Nikonna Sharokin killed the buried enemy very quickly, he immediately sent out a safety signal to notify other comrades deep underground.

Soon, a dozen Astartes of the Iron Hands Legion, their armor covered with craters and with a large number of prosthetic limbs, rushed up and collected the usable weapons and equipment from the dead Death Guards.

These Sons of Ferrus, who were proficient in mechanical modification and carried laser cutters and melta weapons with them, collected the explosive bombs they found and even cut the power armor of dead enemies.

Their battered power armor was in desperate need of repair, even if it was only a very crude one.

The Astartes of the Broken Legion acted extremely quickly, even the brain tissue of the dead enemies was taken out, so that they could read the opponent's memories to the greatest extent possible and understand the movements of the traitors.

"A quick and swift death. You are too kind to the traitors."

Sabik Wayland praised. He was the Iron Hand who ambushed the Death Guard. His right iron prosthesis was deformed by the bombardment of the explosives, but the Son of Ferrus used his other hand to adjust the twisted metal without any concern.

"It's the opportunity you gave me."

The silent Raven Son shut down the decomposition field on the power sword and connected the energy cable on the power armor to the hilt for charging.

Weiland didn't care at all. The warriors of the Raven Guard were more or less taciturn. Moreover, after fighting side by side for so long, he already had a deep understanding of this battle brother whom he dragged back from the Shura Field.

"Wyland, they are getting closer and closer. This time they are seven Death Guards, and next time it may be the traitors' joint efforts to encircle and suppress us." Sharokin's voice came from the darkness.

"We have to escape."

(End of this chapter)