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

Chapter 737: The Original Body Resurrected (asking for monthly tickets)

Mars Forge World.

Unlike the war-torn front on Pluto, this place, as a production base in the rear, has not been affected too much by the war.

Hundreds of millions of production lines and foundry machines work tirelessly here, providing the front lines with a steady supply of weapons, equipment, and ammunition.

The air was filled with the rhythmic sounds of metal collision and friction. The super-heavy pressure shaping device was like the forging hammer of a craftsman god, transforming the raw materials into a deadly weapon on the battlefield.

Luo Xi's figure appeared in the light of psychic transmission in the depths of the forging world, which is also the safest place.

The miniature star torch placed here is now burning with psychic fire.

In the hazy glow of the flames, Luo Xi saw the outline of the angel's wings gradually becoming clearer.

The primitive wail of the Broken God still echoed in this space. It had been dismembered by Luo Xi and completely burned to ashes by the psychic fire.

This god who failed to hatch possesses an astonishingly powerful subspace essence.

The total amount of spiritual energy contained in just one Broken God is thousands of times greater than the total amount of souls Luo Xi collected in the war.

You must know that even a small soldier of the Blade of God is a strong man carefully selected from many parallel universes.

Their souls are stronger and tougher than most psychics, and are better able to withstand the burning of psychic fire.

These souls, along with the soul of the Broken God, were now all injected into the ritual altar for the resurrection of the Primarch.

"Everyone, get out. I'm going to start the ceremony."

"Until I succeed, no one is allowed to enter. The consequence of interfering with me will be the complete demise of your genetic father."

Roche came to the stasis field that sealed the Primarch and spoke to the Blood Angels and Night Lords guarding the place.

Even when Azkaelon and Sevatar went to fight in other parallel universes, these warriors guarding the Primarchs were not withdrawn.

Their mission is to protect the Primarch with their lives.

These veteran guards had no hesitation or doubt at all; they trusted Roxi completely, just as they trusted their Primarch.

Only Roche could revive the Primarch, and they longed to see and touch the Primarch alive when they returned here again.

It has been too long since they have been separated from their father. The flames of anxiety are burning in their hearts, but they are powerless.

As the Primarch's guards dispersed, only Roxi and the two Primarchs were left in this silent space.

Luo Xi stepped forward slightly and stroked the stasis field generator with his hands.

He looked at his comrade lying in the stasis field with a sad face, his thoughts drifting back to the past.

It is powered by intricate energy pipes and cables. The faint noise generated by the current and the sound of turning gears are intertwined to form a harmonious singing.

With Luo Xi's arrival, the machine's soul suddenly fell into a state of frenzy.

It was chanting some binary chant, and shimmering gear runes appeared on every floor.

As the micro-astronomical torch continued to transmit pure psychic energy, this stasis field generator vaguely felt a sense of powerlessness, unable to restrain time.

The display screen on the wall was flowing with scarlet alarm message runes, and Luo Xi immediately understood that the time had come.

"It's been so long, I can finally see you again."

"I have finally found the key to unlock the curse Horus left upon you."

"Fortunately, it lived up to expectations."

The psychic firewood burning in the miniature star torch created a cold golden flame, which stubbornly spread towards the dark curse wrapped around the Primarch.

The golden flame seemed weak, but it was extremely tenacious, erasing the power of the curse bit by bit.

Sanguinius's psychic shadow stretched out its wings in the flames, and the Horus Curse turned into black and red chains that wrapped around his wings, trying to pull him back into the abyss.

Each chain brought to mind images of the Heresy: the shredded wings and bodies of Angels aboard the Vengeful Spirit, the claws of Horus piercing the Emperor's form, the image of the Chaos Warmaster laughing maniacally in the Warp...

Luo Xi's pupils recalled scenes from the past, and his ten fingers clenched suddenly, even his nails piercing into his flesh.

The Broken Sky God's wails became louder and louder. It was extremely unwilling, but under Luo Xi's suppression, it had no room for resistance.

Each god is a darling born from the universe, and they draw tremendous power from both the warp and the real universe.

After a long period of sedimentation, the seeds of the gods will eventually take root and sprout, and finally grow into another supreme being.

Its life core is being decomposed into star sand-like psychic particles, which flicker and flicker like a group of drifting fireflies under the reflection of the firelight.

Energy born from the origin of the universe poured into the cracks in the chain.

The curse evaporated and rose, and the materialized black mist suddenly twisted into a human face.

Those are the soul remnants of all the Primarchs and Astartes who participated in the rebellion.

The Horus Heresy had already formed a special Warp entity, which not only cursed the two Primarchs, but also cursed the human race.

It curses that humans will kill each other again, curses that humans will never be able to transcend, and curses that humans will eventually fall into chaos.

Even if humans can survive, in the future, there will be another "Horus Heresy" that will drag this race into the abyss again.

These soul remnants screamed and tried to escape from the flames, but were licked by the golden flames and turned into ashes.

The Primarch's soul was also burning, suffering unimaginable torment.

Psionic fire does not distinguish between friend and foe and will indiscriminately attack any psychic entity.

Sanguinius' soul was undergoing a reshaping process like a phoenix rising from the ashes. On his soul shadow, the power of blood thirst and black rage intertwined, forming a special dark red glow.

The psychic fire was destroying the dark, negative aspects of the Horus Curse, and Sanguinius' body was actually absorbing the pure destructive power.

If the ritual succeeds, Sanguinius will become an even more powerful Angel of Nirvana. If it fails, his soul will be burned to ashes.

On the other side, Koz's psychic projection was a ball of unfathomable darkness, with huge bat wings growing behind it, which were twitching violently under the burning of the psychic fire.

However, unlike Sanguinius, what is wrapped around Curze's bat wings is not chains but living shadows.

These curses from the Nostramo Abyss took the form of countless withered hands, attempting to drag Night Haunter back into the abyss of madness.

That was the correction of "fate". Fate hoped that Koz could return to the original track and wanted to correct this mistake.

Luo Xi naturally would never agree to this.

The souls of the powerful warriors who died in the Blade of the Gods were quickly burned away, leaving only the ridiculously powerful subspace essence of the Broken God.

Luo Xi stopped outside the miniature star torch and continuously threw core fragments into the fire.

He didn't know how long he lasted, maybe ten days, ten months, or even ten years.

This period of time was so long that even the decisive battle with the Blade of God had come to an end.

Sevatar and Azkaelon both rushed back, and they, along with the Primarch's guards, stubbornly waited outside the room.

Luo Xi ordered them not to go in, they could only stand at the nearest place and wait for the results.

Sevatar and Azkaelon stood on both sides of the door like two demons.

They maintained infinite silence, but the thoughts in their minds were always running at a high speed.

They roared silently, prayed silently, and poured out their innermost thoughts to the Emperor who was sleeping on the Golden Throne far away in the Warhammer universe.

"Please bring our father back."

"They have endured so much suffering and torture. I am willing to bear it all for my father."

"Emperor... please save your offspring!"

The Blood Angels and the Night Lords silently swore in their hearts.

Whether they are veterans from the Warhammer universe or new blood born from the transformation of the X-Men universe, they all wait here devoutly and pray silently.

Thousands of Astartes stood like solemn statues, holding power swords in their hands and bolters on their waists, but there was no murderous aura on their faces.

Their firm and devout beliefs even condensed into a vague psychic entity in the warp.

Under the guidance of some mysterious force, this warp entity slowly attached itself to the Primarch, helping them escape their predicament more quickly.

“Belief is powerful.”

“All loyalty, courage, love, wisdom and desire will turn into invisible power.”

Sanguinius and Curze felt the pure faith from their descendants. Past events emerged in their minds, and their eyes swept over the praying warriors.

"Azkelon."

"Sevatar."

"My sons."

The Blood Angels and Night Lords who were waiting outside suddenly felt their blood boiling.

It was an impulse that came from instinct, a joy that came from the bottom of the heart, and there was no possibility of fakery.

Their genes, their blood, their souls all resonated in some incredible way with the great man lying in the room.

"Everyone, take off your helmets!"

Azkelon's voice rang out loudly.

The Blood Angels took off their tactical helmets in unison and attached them to the magnetic locks around their waists.

Under the helmets are handsome faces.

This is also the power of the 9th Legion's gene seed. Even if a person is just an ugly mutant before the seed is implanted, he can become a handsome guy in the literal sense.

Azkaelon drew the combat dagger from his waist. This weapon, which could be used as a large sword by mortals, was merely a secondary weapon used by Space Marines when necessary.

The leader of the Holy Blood Guard mercilessly left a deep scar on his handsome face with a combat dagger.

The knife marks even penetrated deep into the reinforced bones, causing sharp tearing sounds when rubbing against them.

Bright red blood instantly flowed out and slid down the power armor on his chest.

"Our genetic father is the greatest man in the world."

"It was he who redeemed the ghouls of the past. It was he who transformed the most humble of people into the most noble of warriors."

Azkelon's voice echoed through the room.

"Holy Archangel, kneel before his offspring and swear allegiance to him."

"And today, our father is seriously injured and on the verge of death. We must once again swear allegiance to him."

Thousands of Blood Angels swung their swords at their faces, their eyes firm and bright like sparks.

The holy blood flowed from their bodies and gathered into a flowing river of blood on the smooth floor.

The armor is forged from human courage and fearlessness, while the infinite love and respect for the Father of Genes gives it a soul.

Roche looked at Sanguinius in surprise. A mighty armor formed by countless blood drops gradually emerged from his body, blocking out Horus's vicious curse.

This resonance of belief actually made Sanguinius' condition much better.

The shadow of Sanguinius looked at his sons, full of heartache and pride.

It was he who personally shaped these despicable zombies into such glorious and upright beings, and his descendants are repaying his kindness of rebirth.

Sevatar, standing aside, looked at his brothers impatiently, not understanding why they suddenly did these things.

They, the Night Lords, don't have such a tradition.

But just because it didn’t happen in the past doesn’t mean it won’t happen in the future.

If not, learn and apply now!

Sevatar immediately took out the sharp and small skinning knife on his armor and stabbed himself in the side of the face without hesitation.

No matter whether it works or not, you have to try it first to know.

Azkaellon looked at Sevatar speechlessly as he imitated his behavior. He wanted to speak out to stop him, but his throat moved and he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

As much as they love Sanguinius, the brothers of the Night Lords actually love Curze no less.

Most of the Primarchs are unique among their offspring and are the best fathers in the world.

This filter can even cause some Astartes to come up with ideas that are clearly inconsistent with the facts.

For example, Hill, who has always been rational and objective, stubbornly believes that Guilliman is the best fighter among the Primarchs.

Under the scorching golden flames of the Astronomican, the last wisp of cursed power wrapped around Sanguinius' wings finally evaporated.

The archangel's wings suddenly burst out with a bright light like the morning star. This ray of spiritual light directly penetrated layers of obstacles and even illuminated the atmosphere of Mars.

This ray of light illuminated the dark universe, and countless Space Marines, mortals, mutants, and even Iron Man felt an indescribable touch in their logical matrix.

No matter what they were doing, they burst into tears in an instant.

They now understood that a great soul had successfully returned to the world from the other side.

A ferocious Warp Storm was born the moment Sanguinius was resurrected, and even the High Heavens reacted to the Angel's rebirth.

Luo Xi cut off the energy cable of the stasis field without hesitation, and the dark blue field that distorted time slowly dissipated.

Sanguinius's body was still in the state it had been in after being fatally struck by Horus. A pure white feather that had been floating in the air and was about to fall finally landed slowly on the ground.

Luo Xi looked at the feather and suddenly felt that the thrilling war that took place on the Spirit of Vengeance had finally come to an end here.

The angel's eyelashes trembled, and a drop of blood-red tear ran down her cheek.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Roche." Sanguinius's broken body slowly sat up, and the broken armor finally couldn't hold on as he moved and began to disintegrate.

The archangel revealed his perfect body, but there were horrific scars all over his skin and muscles, and in some places one could directly see the naked white bones.

His pair of wings were broken by Horus and now hung asymmetrically behind him.

The pure white wings were stained with the angel's blood, now appearing a deep red color after the blood was oxidized.

In the past, Sanguinius always gave people a feeling as warm as the sun.

But at this moment, the reborn archangel was like the setting sun after a solar eclipse, faintly exuding an extremely strong, murderous and bloody aura.

But after seeing Roxi, all the murderous aura of Sanguinius disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

He adjusted his body, then took a step with some difficulty and gently leaned over to hug Luo Xi.

Even considering the Primarch's physical condition, this was too severe an injury.

Luo Xi could hear the chaotic and broken heartbeat inside the giant in front of him.

Although Sanguinius survived, his physical injuries had not fully healed and he remained on the brink of collapse.

"I owe you this," Sanguinius said. "You broke my fate."

"There's no need to talk about any debt between you and me." Luo Xi waved his hand, feeling a little upset.

"If I have to say, I feel that my ability is limited and I was unable to save you at the beginning."

The two old friends suddenly looked at each other and laughed in tacit understanding.

Sanguinius coughed lightly, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

"You need to stay calm. Your body can't withstand any stimulation." Luo Xi advised.

Sanguinius nodded, but Roshi had a vague feeling that he was thinking about something.

The Archangel was reborn first, but Curze's resurrection was even more violent.

His dark bat wings tore through the remaining flames, and the veins under his pale skin glowed with a cold blue light.

The crazy memories of the Nostramo people were coming back like a tide, and the deadly illusion of the future wanted to occupy Curze's soul again.

Incomparable brokenness, incomparable chaos.

If the illusions that Koz saw in the past were just silhouettes from different time and space, then what he saw now were frames of pictures that had no logic at all.

Koz was resisting, and he even dared to use his own life as a price in exchange for the failure of fate.

And now that he is resurrected, that has never changed.

Koz just wants to say to the person who controls his destiny: Fuck you!

The Midnight Haunter gradually gained the upper hand in the confrontation with the power of prophecy, and after a long time, he finally regained his composure.

Conrad Coates walked up to Luo Xi, stretched out his thin hand, and gently patted Luo Xi's shoulder.

He actually wanted to hug Roxi and celebrate his return, but the little thoughts in his heart made him resist doing the same thing as Sanguinius.

It looked as if he was deliberately imitating Sanguinius.

He is who he is, the one and only Conrad Coates, the one and only Midnight Haunter.

He is not the Curze of those illusions:
In a certain universe, he hanged himself in the dark tower of Nostramo; in a certain universe, his cervical vertebrae were strangled by the Emperor himself; in a certain universe, he completely fell into chaos and turned into a demon prince without any sense of chaos.

But those were not him, and Coze was convinced that he had embarked on a completely new path.

He has broken free from the reins of fate, and it is up to him to decide how to go forward.

A huge psychic force was projected from Curze's body, and the atmosphere of Mars was suddenly shrouded in pitch-black darkness.

Night Haunter was an extremely powerful psyker, surpassing even Sanguinius and even the Emperor in his ability to predict the future.

As if to echo the holy light that Sanguinius had previously displayed, Curze dragged the entire Mars into darkness.

This wasn't simply darkness caused by the loss of light sources, because when the lights of this forging world spread into the atmosphere, they disappeared without a trace as if swallowed by the abyss.

Two illusory shadows appeared behind Curze, looking like bat wings, which were very different from the wings of Sanguinius.

Luo Xi's vision slowly narrowed, and he saw some extremely obscure star pattern patterns emerging on the surface of Koz's bat wings.

Flashes of star sand, similar in nature to the Broken God, appeared on Coze's body for some reason.

"Could it be that the burning was incomplete? Did some of it remain on the Primarch's body?"

Luo Xi was also a little confused for a moment.

But it seems that Coze is in pretty good shape at the moment, even better than Sanguinius.

After all, he was not beaten into a pulp by Horus.

Sanguinius's wings suddenly spread out, and the light like the morning star neutralized the darkness.

The psychic fields of the two Primarchs collided above Mars, creating a strange spectacle where day and night appeared simultaneously.

Darkness and light echo each other, and transform and melt into each other.

"Let them in, and be restrained."

"Your father is still very weak."

Roshi's voice rang in the ears of Sevatar and Azkaelon.

In an instant, the two Astartes, who had controlled themselves with their strongest willpower ever, could no longer bear it.

They kicked the door open, and the solid alloy door made a loud noise.

Sevatar even used his own psychic powers to speed up, just to reach the Primarch before Azkaelon.

The leader of the Holy Blood Guard cursed himself as a scoundrel and at the same time stimulated his leg muscles more violently to make himself run faster.

Sanguinius and Curze smiled without saying anything. They felt so lucky to be able to watch their sons competing against each other in front of them.

If they all died, it would be a pain that would never be erased for the Blood Angels and the Night Lords.

After all, Sevatar was still faster than Azkaellon. The huge advantage of being a psychic meant that Azkaello couldn't outrun him even if he ran as fast as he could.

However, Sanguinius flapped his wings slightly, and the damaged wings immediately brought a thrust, holding Azkaelon in his arms.

"Sir! No!"

Azkaelon was suddenly frightened. He had not forgotten Roche's advice. Roche had said that Sanguinius' body was still very fragile and could not withstand any big movements.

If Sanguinius were to suffer any harm because of his competitive spirit, Azkaelon would be ashamed and commit suicide in apology.

"I am fine."

The blood on Sanguinius's arm had not been cleaned up, and the oxidized black blood stains reflected in Azkaylon's eyes, making the invincible killing god on the battlefield tearful.

Tears as big as beans flowed from the corners of the eyes of the god of death who never cried. Azkelon felt that everything was worth it. Their father was back!

Ever since Azkaelon learned of the prophecy of Sanguinius's death on Davin, the powerful Blood Angel has been plagued by anxiety.

And on the Spirit of Vengeance, when that fateful moment arrived, Azkelon tried desperately to reverse everything.

But fate still happened. Sanguinius was seriously injured and dying, and they followed Roshi, seeking redemption with that slim hope.

"Lord Luo Xi did not lie to us."

"It was he who protected your remaining soul on the Vengeful Spirit."

"It was he who, after crossing the multiverse, took the enormous risk of becoming an enemy of the Celestial God and led us to kill that blasphemous Broken Celestial God."

Azkaelon told Sanguinius about his experiences, telling him that the Blood Angels' expeditionary force was safe and that they had lived up to the glory of Sanguinius's blood.

"Good boy, good boy."

Sanguinius stroked Azkaelon's short hair with his large hands. He found that his son was much taller than before, and could even touch his chest.

The other Blood Angels also looked at their father with tears in their eyes. Even the new Blood Angels who had never seen the Primarch had their minds almost blank the moment they saw the Archangel.

There was only one thought left in their minds:
Dad is back!
Whatever the cost, whatever the sacrifice, they must fight to defend Sanguinius.

He is so holy, so noble, and so willing to give everything for him.

Look at his smile. Although there are some solidified blood stains on his face, it does not hide his unrivaled charm at all.

Even the blood-stained Sanguinius has a more tragic, heroic and fearless attitude, which makes people convinced.

Azkaelon's loyalty and admiration for Sanguinius almost developed into a fanatical religious worship.

"I really want to tell this good news to Radolon. He is not as lucky as me to be able to follow his father all the time."

"I hope he can live longer, at least to hear this good news before dying."

Azkaelon said happily in his heart, and Sevatar looked at the timid appearance of this rough man with great disgust.

"My proudest son!"

"Sevatar!"

Curze's bat wings faded from the shadows and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It seemed to be a psychic creation, not a physical entity like Sanguinius.

The skinny Midnight Ghost stood there like a lonely tower. Sevatar did not see any crazy prophetic illusions in the eyes of the Father of Genes.

And from Sevatar's eyes, Curze saw him leading the Space Marine Expeditionary Force to destroy the Blade of the Gods Legion.

"Welcome back, Dad."

Sevatar cast aside his ridicule of Azkelon, his voice trembling and hesitating in a way he had never heard before.

Koz also took his son into his arms and patted his back hard.

After completing the Primaris upgrade, Sevatar was stronger than before, and Curze's slap only made his body shake slightly.

"Good boy, you've become much stronger." The hissing laughter in the Nostramo accent echoed in the room. Coz was very satisfied with his son.

"I saw you and these stupid guys stuff the heads of those damn gods into the toilet."

Compared to Sanguinius, Curze naturally has no "manners" to speak of. A hellhole like Nostramo is unlikely to produce any polite and good people.

Luo Xi looked at the scene in front of him, and the negative emotions accumulated in his heart due to the decisive battle with the God's Blade Legion were almost swept away.

So happy, so happy.

Luo Xi now even wanted to thank those gods whom he had never met.

After they had given him the dimensional engine, the coordinates of the parallel universe, and the technology to divide the micro-universe, they also gave him the big gift package of the Blade of God.

Moreover, by using the head and soul of the shattered god, Roxi completely resurrected the two Primarchs.

The gods thought that the force they sent out was enough, but they had never really figured out Luo Xi's background.

Their best chance would be to dispatch all their war forces, even the gods themselves, to destroy the human expeditionary force when Roxi had just arrived in this universe and was still unstable.

But now, Roshi's power has begun to flourish, spreading across the parallel universe divided by the gods at a speed more terrifying than the plague.

With the help of Sanguinius and Curze, Roxi's confidence increased dramatically!
He had seen all the strange phenomena that occurred when the two primarchs revived just now, and naturally understood what it meant.

Sanguinius himself is the most powerful among the Primarchs, which is closely related to the fact that he was born with a part of his essence awakened.

And Conrad Curze has also demonstrated extraordinary psychic powers. Does this also mean that he has successfully awakened his essence?

People like the Wolf King and the Khan once broke through themselves in the most dangerous situations and glimpsed the essence of the subspace.

Luo Xi guessed that the trials between life and death were the easiest for the Primarch to awaken.

And what could be more dangerous than a bloody battle with Horus on the Vengeful Spirit?
"What a touching scene! You gave these two demigods a second life."

"How I wish I could thoroughly record and preserve this moment. My Prism Corridor lacks such tender moments."

"Hmm...that's really touching."

Taraxin came to Luo Xi again with his camera. This guy was elusive all day long, and even Luo Xi was a little confused about his thought process.

"Then you'd better speak louder to these Space Marines. Maybe they will cooperate with your ideas."

Luo Xi leaned close to Trazyn's head and spoke softly.

As soon as this guy saw the Primarch jumping in front of him, his evil thoughts began to stir again.

The Infinite One smiled awkwardly and touched the back of his head awkwardly.

"No, I'm just happy about this heartwarming scene."

Trazyn rubbed his hands together like some long-extinct Terran insect, then stared at Roshi with intense eyes.

"Look, Sanguinius and Curze have both been resurrected. What about the affairs of my people..."

What else could make Trazyn so humble, besides the Allspark?
Roshi snorted immediately, holding Tarasim.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

"Even if you don't tell me, I will test the effect of the fire source."

Hearing Luo Xi's promise, Taraxin also breathed a sigh of relief.

The source of fire is in the other party's hands, and there is no way for him to snatch it even if he wants to.

"As for the subjects of the experiment, let's start with you, Sage Trazyn. I hope you are willing to dedicate yourself to science."

(End of this chapter)