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

Chapter 100 Conservative and Radical

A month later, Roxi finally returned to the Macragge system.

The news of victory had already been transmitted back to the capital of the Five Hundred Worlds through short-distance astropathic communications. Although the storm of destruction was still continuing, as long as enough cost was paid, the minimum communication between galaxies could still be maintained.

Of course, the so-called price is to use psychics as firewood. In order to overcome the interference of the subspace storm, a large number of psychics are needed to transmit the astronomical language at the cost of their lives.

The rules of the universe are so cruel that sacrifice is necessary to maintain communication within the five hundred worlds.

Although the enemy has been defeated, the Macragge system remains on high alert.

A large number of minefields are arranged at the edge of the galaxy. Star fortresses and weapon space stations are in a firing posture by default. Once the command center stops confirming the signal every twenty minutes, these arsenals will automatically enter a state of war.

Swarms of destroyers and cruisers roam the Macragge system, filling the gaps between the star barriers.

The fleet led by Macragge's Glory passed through the dense defense lines, and the capital planet's airport and orbital platform were ready.

"A grand triumph ceremony awaits us." Guilliman was still wearing the power armor, but with some gorgeous decorations. He did not wear a helmet, but instead a Macragge laurel crown.

"They will definitely be excited to see you," Luo Xi smiled.

The Primarch and his Ever-Victorious Guard returned to Macragge via a gunship, and when the cobalt blue gunship descended from the sky, all the people crowded around Hera Plaza cheered.

Everyone walked out of their homes and came to the streets, cheering and shouting in the direction where the Primarch landed.

The city's guards tried their best to maintain order at the scene. They formed a human wall to prevent mass accidents among the overly excited crowd.

When the gunboat opened its hatch, the jet of air kicked up the dust on the ground, and a triumphant king stepped onto the red carpet laid out for him.

The people spontaneously celebrated the triumph of the Lord of Macragge with flowers. Children held flowers and saluted the Primarch in their parents' arms.

Parents further back lifted their children above their heads, letting them ride on their shoulders, cheering and praising Guilliman's name.

"Remember his appearance, child. He is the king of the Five Hundred Worlds. He protects us!"

"Long live the Primarch!"

At this moment, millions, even tens of millions of people throughout the city of Macragge were shouting Guilliman's name, celebrating the victory he had won after defeating the rebels.

The tragedies of Calth and Amatra were known to all, as were the slaughters on lesser-known worlds, and the crimes of the traitors would not be forgotten.

Guilliman, wearing a laurel wreath, also waved to his people. A strong sense of pride and glory filled his heart. He was loved by his people and would also love his people.

Luo Xi still stayed on the gunboat and did not come down. He could not stand such a noisy welcome ceremony. He was also not suitable to be exposed to too many eyes.

Just when he was worrying about how to sneak away from this huge welcome ceremony, an extreme warrior with silver-white hair and a somewhat old face came to him.

"Greetings to you, Lord Roshi."

This Extreme Warrior had a unique temperament, and his every move revealed strong confidence and majesty. When they saw him, the Extreme Warriors on duty saluted him one after another.

"Orfeo Cassandra, you have probably never met me," he said gently and modestly.

"I have heard that you, the Regent of Amatra, commanded the entire Battle of Amatra, holding off the World Eaters and the Word Bearers for more than a month, and killing Angron through a siege."

There was a gleam in Luo Xi's eyes. He stretched out his hands and held one of Orfeo's hands.

He is a living legend. Faced with a gap of dozens of times between the enemy and us, he managed to hold on until the reinforcements arrived.

"You're too kind. In fact, I should be the one thanking you. If it weren't for the emergency change of clothes before the battle, we would not have been able to survive. I asked Lord Guilliman, and he said that all this was your masterpiece." Orfeo thanked with a smile. Since the end of the Battle of Amatra, he was taken back to the home planet of the Ultramarines for treatment and recuperation. Only recently did he recover with the help of pharmacists and technical priests.

Hearing that the creator of the Adamantite Battle Armor and the Strong Interaction Force Battle Armor had returned to Macragge, he came specially to thank him in person.

"After this period of production, more than 10% of the Space Marines of the Ultramarines Legion have changed their equipment. I believe that soon all the Astartes will be able to wear the armor you designed."

Roxi and Orfeo left first through a secret passage that led directly to the inner area of ​​the Primarch's palace. Orfeo came not only to express his gratitude, but also to accept someone's request.

After passing through a historic courtyard garden, Roche arrived at his destination under the guidance of Orfeo.

"Ms. Euden, long time no see." The mysterious person who invited Roche here was Guilliman's adoptive mother, Tarasa Euden, the Lord of Palace Affairs.

Seeing Lady Euton's face even paler than last time, Roche immediately realized that she might have known about what Guilliman had done on the battlefield.

"I have to thank you. Hill told me about Roboute's reckless advance on the battlefield. His rebellious demon brother almost injured or even killed him."

Ms. Euden's words were low, filled with fear and sorrow about what might happen.

"You came to my aid at the last moment and thwarted Angron and Lorgar's deadly plan. Words cannot express my gratitude, sir."

Roxi was a little overwhelmed: "Guilliman is a natural commander. He can escape from the battlefield even without me. No need to thank me."

"Yes, but what if that happens? Connor and I taught him that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall, but he easily loses his mind when he is on the battlefield, and his sons can't control him."

Euden sighed, full of complaints about his son's disobedience as he grew up, and his dissatisfaction with the Ultramarines' inability to persuade Guilliman.

Orfeo was fidgeting a little, just as horrified by Guilliman's distress, even more so than when he himself was facing Angron.

Even if he died, there were too many heroes among the Ultramarines who could take his place, but what about the Primarch? Who else could replace him?
"He is the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds and the only loyal Primarch at present. The comfort of the entire Far Eastern Frontier rests on his shoulders. How can he be so reckless and not cherish himself?"

"If I were there, I would persuade him." Luo Xi had no choice but to agree.

After getting Luo Xi's promise, Ms. Yuton's face immediately looked much better.

"You come from before the dark night. Roboute is unwilling to listen to me, but he will seriously consider your persuasion. Fortunately, we still have someone who can persuade him."

Only a few people knew Roshi's identity, and Tarasha Yutun was naturally one of them.

The young-looking man in front of him might actually be the oldest human in the entire Eastern Galaxy.

"In fact, in addition to my request, I have something else to discuss with you."

Lady Euton invited Rosie to sit in a reception room in the inner court. Orfeo brought tea and stood beside her like a statue.

Roche noticed that Regent Orfeo seemed to have a good relationship with Lady Euden, while Auguston, the last Ultramarines he saw, had an average relationship with his adoptive mother.

It seems that there are different attitudes towards mortals among the Ultramarines, he thought.

"The situation is turbulent, and we must do something: Roboute is the leader of the Five Hundred Worlds, the Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, and may also be the last loyal heir of the Emperor of Mankind. With the Destruction Storm isolating the eastern part of the galaxy, we have no idea what is happening on Terra, or what is happening to the Emperor—"

"So in this case, whether Roboute agrees or not, whether he is willing or not, he has essentially become the regent of the empire. He will rule the people of the Far Eastern Frontier on behalf of the Emperor."

"Orfeo and I both believe that Roboute should use a more radical approach to change the current situation. The people of the Five Hundred Worlds need a new totem to gather strength, a new leader who can be seen and touched. He needs to separate himself from the commander and warrior identities, and he should become the successor of the Emperor."

Ms. Yuton explained the pros and cons, and finally Luo Xi understood.

(End of this chapter)