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

Chapter 48 Epoch-making

"So what do you think? I would like to hear your opinion." Guilliman continued without expressing his opinion.

He didn't know what kind of forbidden technology was stored in Luo Xi's mind, so it would be better to wait and see, and wait for Luo Xi to come up with his own ideas before verifying them.

The Primarch never thought for a second about forcing this immortal from the past. That was something only the most foolish people would do. Even if there was nothing to gain, he must not make enemies with Roche.

"I will innovate the existing equipment in the Empire's armed forces, and strengthen and upgrade the existing equipment. You know, although many of the Empire's weapons are extremely barbaric and crude, they are indeed very applicable on many battlefields."

“Many times, what we need is not the best, but the most suitable and practical one.”

Luo Xi gave an example. Heavy vehicles like the super-heavy tank Emperor Poison Blade or the super-heavy tank Shadow Blade were targets of beyond-visual-range weapons from his perspective. However, if they were to be used in coordination with the Imperial Army, these tanks would undoubtedly be very practical.

The most common war situation in the Empire now is not a beyond-visual-range war in outer space measured in light years, but after the navy decides the outcome, the army will fight in a very retro way.

They needed rifles, artillery support, and heavy vehicle propulsion to wage war.

Although it sounds ridiculous, this is actually happening in the universe.

"You are very afraid of AI. If I hand over the Iron Man to you, I'm afraid you will be divided first. And many powerful weapons must rely on artificial intelligence."

The Mechanicus of Mars has the Scarlet Accord, which draws an absolute red line for the research of artificial intelligence. Only low-intelligence machines and servitors created using biochemical technology can be used.

Luo Xi believed in his intelligent technology, but he could not ask the Imperials, who had been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​fearful AI, to believe in his technology.

"I understand your considerations. In fact, I am also worried about whether you will use artificial intelligence on a large scale. That would be a potential threat."

Guilliman and Roche walked into the power armor production laboratory and observed the power armor being continuously produced on the platform.

"Humanity has suffered too much from artificial intelligence. Even if I can tolerate your existence, once the Empire finds out that you are using artificial intelligence, I'm afraid they will ruthlessly attack you while suppressing traitors. This will be a huge loss for both you and me, isn't it?"

It can be said that if Roche had not met Nikonna and others in Istvaan V, after seeing the current situation of the Human Empire, he would probably have returned to Earth and driven the Red Alert directly away from the Milky Way.

Today's human beings are barbaric, decadent, and almost a collection of all extreme ideas in human history. This is unbearable for Roche, who came from the most enlightened and enterprising era of mankind.

But after learning the details, he had to admit that today's human beings need the form of an empire. The alien life forms that once depended on human beings have bared their claws against human beings. In that era of strife, many human colonies that lost contact with the outside world were occupied by aliens.

They killed and enslaved humans, treating them as playthings and food. These aliens, which were not destroyed by Iron Man because of the xenophobia and universalism that once spread among humans, betrayed humanity.

This caused Roche's blood pressure to rise more than once. He was used to seeing aliens being servile and extremely friendly around humans.

He had to admit that there were many times when he looked at those documentary records, pictures and video materials of humans being enslaved by aliens, he couldn't help but want to take out the proton blaster and send them all into the sky.

Luo Xi came to the equipment under production and took out a set of adamantium power armor and a set of tactical dreadnought armor made of strong interaction force material from the storage warehouse.

In fact, the Astartes around him had already replaced their armor with the latest power armor, and now was such a good opportunity to show Guilliman the power of technological innovation.

Guilliman was also not polite. He immediately called Auguston to his front.

“My commander, please try on that set of adamantium power armor. Your opinion is very important. The subsequent Ultramarines military reform and equipment update will refer to your ideas.” Guilliman hooked his finger, and the field commander beside him immediately rushed forward.

That's adamantium! Armor made of adamantium!

The tall Auguston removed his power armor with the help of automatic equipment. This should have been done by the chapter's servitors and technical priests, but he didn't care about the small details at the moment.

The Ultramarines Commander's black armor is covered in healed scars, the medals of his battle-hardened service. Dense neural interfaces connect to the components of his power armor, allowing the Space Marine to sense the slightest touch as if it were his skin.

Auguston put on the platinum armor. He tried to move the joints of his hands and lower limbs according to his usual habits. Then a somewhat stiff giant walked down from the platform.

"Power output 0."

He was a little bit uncomfortable with this set of armor as it was much heavier. He was a tough guy who could use the mk4 extreme power armor normally without turning on the power backpack, but at this moment the huge weight of the platinum armor made him feel strained.

"Increase power output!"

Auguston quickly learned how to use the adamantium armor from the meditator system inside the armor.

Along with the enhanced output of the antimatter furnace, the strengthened muscle bundles hidden under the refined gold were also activated, and he felt his hands and feet become incomparably light.

The surging power was like a raging wave, easily driving the heavy armor.

Auguston stretched out his limbs. Every part of the power armor fit his body perfectly, making him feel like one with him.

He then picked up his chainsword.

Light, too light!
The chainsword that originally fit his hand was now as light as a feather in his hand. It had lost all its heaviness. Following the Primarch's signal, Auguston took a step forward and started running.

A golden figure was running wildly on the indoor training ground. It was a surging high wall. From the beginning, it stepped out a deep pit of dozens of centimeters on the ground, but later only left shallow footprints. Auguston's control over the power armor became more and more subtle.

With the dynamic vision of ordinary people, one can only see a flickering afterimage.

He clearly realized that the speed, strength and control accuracy of this armor were much better than the original one. With a casual leap, his body crossed a distance of more than ten meters.

"Fire at me, Olof!"

The Ultramarines spoke to an Astartes in the Victorious Army, who immediately drew the bolter from his waist, aimed at Auguston's breastplate and pulled the trigger.

Obeying orders is the most basic quality of an ever-victorious army, even if it means firing at one's own commander.

The explosive bomb accurately exploded a flower from the center of the breastplate to the left chest, which is the location of the two hearts of the Space Marines.

After the smoke cleared, there was not a single scratch on the adamantine armor, only some traces of scattered ashes. Auguston was able to realize through the feedback of the servo system that he had just been hit by a bomb.

The feeling is as mild as a mosquito bite.

"One more shot, hit the helmet!"

Guilliman condoned his son's reckless actions. If hit in the head by a bomb, even an Astartes would have a high probability of dying instantly.

The explosive bombs of the Ever-Victorious Army were extremely accurate. The explosive bombs accelerated by rocket thrusters were enough to shatter ceramic steel armor, but now they only made a dull ding sound and were bounced away by the arc design of the helmet.

Auguston felt a slight impact, which was instantly offset by the shock-absorbing system in the armor.

At the Primarch's signal, the Ever-Victorious Army once again launched experimental attacks with the plasma guns, melta guns and other weapons they carried with them, but after rounds of bombardment, Auguston still stood still.

The veterans of the Ever-Victorious Army stared at the adamantium power armor that only showed a few scratches. As the Primarch's guards, they had to admit: if the enemy wearing this kind of adamantium armor broke through to the Primarch, they would not be able to stop him even at the cost of their lives.

(End of this chapter)