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

Chapter 739 Today is Victory Day (asking for monthly tickets)

An atmosphere of joy fills the entire earth.

The scene was filled with lights and decorations everywhere. Crowds, unable to contain their excitement, walked on the streets holding flags and banners, proudly cheering for the victory of the Sun Fleet.

Some of them held flags printed with the monument to human victory floating in the Kuiper Belt.

Although these ordinary people in the rear areas did not directly experience the cruelty of war, they still felt how terrifying it was to be threatened by the biological weapons of the Blade of God.

Countless people were forced to move from their homes, and countless people were separated from their families.

In a short period of time, the war changed the foundation of human civilization and the original destiny of this time and space.

You must know that in the original timeline where Roche had never appeared, the biggest problem facing mankind was actually the mutant humans that continued to emerge from among humans.

There is friction between mutants and humans, some integrating with each other and some opposing each other.

But no matter how the mutants make trouble, no matter how Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants and Professor X's X-Men fight each other, the overall situation is still in the hands of humans.

Only when the human race faces an irresistible foreign enemy can it truly unite and put aside its prejudices against each other.

"I predicted that if humans could defeat the threat of the Blade of the Gods, then the mutants and ordinary people would truly merge together."

"Only the fire of war can melt the ice and reforge the steel."

"Look, my prediction has come true."

Roxie and Trazyn quietly appeared among the celebrating crowd.

Under the distortion and disguise of psychic energy, the people around them had no idea that there were two more aliens around them.

Trazyn was using her new senses to experience the festive atmosphere.

The people passing by were all wearing brightly colored clothes, and some even had exaggerated oil paint on their faces.

They waved colorful flags and banners and sang tirelessly praises of the great victory.

They speak English, Chinese, French, Spanish... but express the same idea.

Trazyn's new olfactory receptors can even smell the strong hormone scent emitted by humans.

Although all this may not seem strange to ordinary people, it is so precious to Taraxin, who has just gained a soul and a new life.

"Yeah, you're right."

Trazyn looked at the seething crowd, their number so large that it could be counted in hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

However, this is just the population of a base city.

There are many base cities on Earth.

They were all safe havens temporarily built during the war, protecting countless people from the threat of biological and chemical weapons.

Trazyn keenly noticed the mutants active in the crowd.

Most of them are some of the lowest-level Ipsilon and Delta-level mutants.

Not only are these people very weak in ability, they also look very strange, some even look like monsters.

But in this celebratory atmosphere, no one screamed because of mutants, nor did anyone use disgusted and contemptuous eyes to bully and hate those mutants with strange appearances.

After possessing part of his soul, Trazyn suddenly found that he seemed to be able to see the world from a more subtle perspective than before.

He was no longer the high and mighty Infinite, the Necron Overlord who looked down upon other races.

Now, he is just a being with his own thoughts and feelings.

If he had seen these humans cheering and celebrating in the past, he would probably have felt nothing but arrogance and contempt for the superior race, besides the desire to keep this scene in the Prism Corridor.

As expected, the human race is too small and young to be so excited for such a small victory.

The Necrontyr have won too many great victories, defeating countless formidable foes who are simply not worthy of their presence.

But now, he was more immersed in the situation, felt the emotions of these ordinary people, and understood what they were thinking.

How sweet and mellow is the joy of finally breaking free from fear and embracing victory and hope.

Trazyn suddenly felt the fire source in his chest become slightly hot, giving him the warmth of life.

"Even the Silent King would probably be jealous of me now."

"It's a shame that old man Orikan isn't here, otherwise I would definitely show off to him."

"The Endless One has already left, and the Astrologer is still lingering."

As if thinking of Orikan's frustrated look in his mind, Trazyn couldn't help but laugh softly.

Maybe this old guy wants to reverse the timeline, because he is afraid that his brother will suffer and drive a Land Rover.

The victory in the war brought many subtle changes. Trazyn noticed that there were even some vendors setting up stalls around the crowd.

His fingers tapped lightly on a cotton candy machine. A mutant vendor with octopus tentacles was skillfully operating the machine with his three limbs at the same time.

The colorful sugar threads are entangled together, shining like beeswax under the sunlight.

Some children happily gathered around the cotton candy machine, looking at the sweet and delicious cotton candy with longing on their faces.

Looking at these innocent children, Trazyn's heart was moved. He planned to buy a few to give to these human children.

However, someone was quicker than him. It was a tall man wearing PDF standard armor. He pointed at the colorful halo flowing between the sugar threads and said to the stall owner.

"Give one to each of these children."

"I want this rainbow marshmallow."

Hunter Kurland pulled from his pocket a new metal coin issued by the Coalition Government, which was embossed with the words "Pluto Line, Never Forgotten".

The united government replaced the originally fragmented countries, and the impact of the war led to huge changes in the earth's financial currency in a very short period of time.

These newly issued metal currencies have begun to replace the original currencies.

The mutant vendor immediately got busy. He used a kind of biological fluorescent substance secreted by himself to dye the marshmallows, making them reveal incredible and fantastic colors.

It's just a simple marshmallow food, but it can flash different colors like those expensive decorative lamps.

This is his ability. Although it is not very useful, it can become a unique selling point when used on marshmallows.

Trazyn glanced at little Hunter, who looked at the stranger beside him with a hint of hesitation.

Thanks to the training he received in PDF, little Hunter always felt that the guy next to him was not an ordinary person.

The mutant vendor moved quickly and soon gave each of the children gathered around him a colorful marshmallow.

Little Hunter accepted the children's thanks with a smile. When he saw these little guys, he thought of his daughter.

But he is currently in PDF carrying out a mission and has no way to go home to see his family.

When he raised his head again, the strange man had disappeared.

Trazyn and Roxie wandered casually among the crowd. In this festival of victory, celebration was no longer the only theme.

People who have been suppressed for too long take this opportunity to vent their emotions.

From the corner of the street came the slightly off-tune notes of an accordion.

Trazyn looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was a mutant girl with scaly skin who was playing.

Her gills opened and closed gently to the rhythm, and the tin can at her feet was filled with gleaming coins.

Three ordinary human children squatted beside it, listening quietly to the beautiful sound of the accordion.

“These kids used to throw rocks at her.”

Charles' voice sounded from the side at some point. For a master of the mind, there was almost no one he couldn't find.

"I know this kid who had acid thrown on her a year ago, right here where she was performing."

"I took her to get treatment for the acid-corrosion wounds, but luckily there were no scars left."

The mutant girl who loved playing the accordion saw Professor Charles, who nodded slightly to her.

The girl played even more passionately, welcoming Charles' arrival.

"Not all mutants are willing to go to school to study or pursue further education. They prefer their original living environment and pace."

"Just like this child, she prefers to show her musical talent on the streets."

"Instead of benefiting from her gift, she was harmed by it."

Charles said frankly that although his X Academy was a good place, there were always people who didn't like to follow the crowd.

"Everyone has the right to choose, right?" Luo Xi also smiled, and after the girl finished playing, he gave a warm applause.

The girl's eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky. She bowed to her audience and then continued to play the next song.

In the direction of the city hall, a huge and realistic holographic projection rose in the sky.

Everyone saw the names of the fallen human warriors on the holographic projection.

The cheerful atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and everyone lowered their heads, silently expressing their grief.

An old woman selling balloons with different models of warships printed on them staggered through the crowd.

Whenever a child pointed at the balloon and shouted "Crimson Fist" or "Ultramar Watcher", the old man's wrinkled face would smile.

Trazyn looked at the scenes before him greedily. He could already empathize with why Roxi could always muster up the courage to do extremely risky things.

For these people, these ordinary mortals, for the smiles and joy on their faces.

Roche, the Emperor, Malcador... too many people fought for this.

Trazyn's fire was burning hot, his brain was working in overdrive, and many of his ancient memories overlapped with the present moment.

In a square bathed in a toxic sun, Necrontyr children use their cancerous hands to build sandcastles destined to collapse.

At this moment, the laughter of human children pierced the twilight, and a mutant boy was using his plant manipulation ability to make the celebration roses bloom in the fountain pool with colorful patterns.

"The coexistence of humans and mutants that I have always pursued is finally here, and I see hope."

"I'm glad you came, Luo Xi. Without you, we might still be trapped in the abyss of hatred and hostility."

Charles patted Luo Xi's shoulder and spoke word by word.

"I'm also very glad that I caught your last train. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to recover part of my soul, nor would I have been able to find a future and hope for my race."

Trazyn's expression became firm, and he wanted to bring this hope to his race that was still struggling in the quagmire.

"By the way, how did you deal with Magneto from the Celestial Blade Legion and the other mutants who originally pledged allegiance to him?"

Luo Xi asked with a little curiosity. He had left the battlefield in a hurry before and was not very clear about what happened afterwards.

"Him? Ever since Cassandra was defeated by Janus and I, this Eric from another universe has regained his freedom."

"Before this, they were all controlled by Cassandra and the mind-control memes released by the helmet made by the gods, forcing them to do many wrong things."

"Old Eric no longer wanted to fight in the war, so he chose to live out his days in seclusion at X Academy."

"So, from now on, Academy X will have two Magnetos?" Roshi nodded in understanding. He didn't want to get involved in matters concerning mutants, so he just let Charles decide for himself.

The victory parade gradually reached its climax.

The roar of Thunderhawk gunships and Stormbirds could be heard in the sky, and flocks of flying vehicles whizzed past the crowd, leaving long trails in the clouds.

Those war vehicles, still smelling of gunpowder, maintained perfect synchronization under the drivers' delicate control.

The wings of these craft were adorned with the symbols of the Imperial Eagle and the Sacred Skull, while the insignia of the Legiones Astartes were painted around the perimeter of their cabins.

And with their arrival, the crowd on the ground cheered even more enthusiastically.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

"Praise the Lord of Mankind!"

"That is the Astartes, the Emperor's Angel of Death!"

The humans in the crowd who worshipped and believed in the Emperor suddenly screamed. They offered their respects devoutly and thanked these powerful warriors for their protection of humanity.

After circling in the air for several times, the storm birds finally began to slowly descend, and they stopped within the demarcated wireframe with perfect precision.

The landing hatch opened, and the Primaris Space Marines aboard stepped out in an orderly manner.

Hill stood at the forefront of all the Space Marines, leading this invincible army that had just withdrawn from the battlefield.

He was wearing cobalt blue power armor and a blood-red tactical helmet with a light golden laurel wreath inlaid on the helmet. The iron halo behind him emitted a dazzling brilliance.

The Son of Guilliman's demeanor and majesty were impeccable, with a thousand Legionaries following behind him, moving in unison as if they were one.

They were equipped with the most standard power swords and bolters, and their fierce and cold murderous aura was overwhelming.

The crowd that was cheering suddenly calmed down.

When thousands of Space Marines formed up in formation in front of them and began to march with heavy steps, only a very few brave ones could remain calm.

Hunter Kurland and his comrades were diligently on duty on the roadside. They had to prevent some confused mortals from accidentally rushing in front of the Space Marines.

As you can imagine, this was no different from being crushed by a group of main battle tanks. His eyes followed Hill's figure closely as the heavily armored figures, like towering towers, passed in front of him.

The vibrating sound of the power boots stepping on the ground made little Hunter's eyes show a deep envy.

"Having these Space Marines show up and holding a grand military parade will help deepen the cohesion of the humans on this planet."

"Their presence will deter anyone with ill intentions and plant a seed of unity and solidarity in everyone's hearts."

Tarasim said slowly, obviously seeing Roshi's intention of arranging the appearance of Space Marines at this Victory Day celebration.

"That's true." Luo Xi confirmed.

"When I was dismembering and burning the Broken God, I found some valuable information from his soul."

"That's what I've been worried about: whether the gods will personally come down and descend into this parallel universe we're in now."

"At this point, the possibility of this happening is extremely low. Even if they were to descend upon us by force, they wouldn't be able to fully utilize their abilities."

"Is this similar to the Chaos Gods?" Trazyn asked.

"There are differences. Unlike the Chaos Gods, they don't require suitable media or carriers, nor do they require bloody Chaos rituals to summon them."

"And what's even more interesting is that the gods are now facing a big trouble.

The other Chaos Gods have focused more of their attention on them, leaving them no time to care about anything else."

"Among them are the Chaos Powers we are familiar with. The Well of Eternity transported us here from the Warhammer Universe, which means that the distance between the two universes is not that far after all."

Luo Xi's words immediately made a malicious smile appear on Taraxin's face.

Although the Chaos Gods were also the Necrons' biggest enemies, Trazyn still found it very exciting to see these guys fighting against the gods.

"It's a good thing for us that the gods have their attention drawn to those evil Chaos Gods."

"The more time we have to develop, the stronger we will be."

Trazyn's stance in speaking has now quietly shifted to "we".

Ever since Roxie used the Allspark to reshape part of Trazyn's soul, they have been in the same boat.

"Now that Sanguinius and Curze have awakened, the human expeditionary force now has a commander and leader they can rely on."

"That way, I can spare the time and energy to use what I've gained from the multiverse to give back to the Warhammer universe."

"Perhaps, now is the time to go back and see what the hometown is like now and whether my old friends are doing well."

Taraxin's eyes lit up when he heard Luo Xi's words. He also wanted to go back and see the situation.

The director of the museum in Solomnas was very worried about the situation in his lair and had a bad feeling.

Yes, it’s a premonition, something that only spiritual creatures can possess.

"When the Emperor used up his last bit of strength to send me and the Red Alert out of the Warhammer Universe, his intention wasn't to have us return."

"The Emperor only hopes that I can carry the fire of humanity and the seeds of civilization to other universes, so that the human heritage will not be completely cut off."

“He never expected too much from me or put too much pressure on me.”

"He himself remained in the Warhammer universe, sitting on the Golden Throne, suppressing the Dark Lord's consciousness so that he would not awaken.

He will persist until ten thousand years and ten thousand years have passed, until nothing can continue to exist."

"He certainly didn't expect that we would achieve such significant results so quickly."

"The Emperor left hope to me, while he himself swallowed all the despair. How could I escape so peacefully?"

Luo Xi also felt a little emotional. From the time he left the Warhammer universe and embarked on an unknown road to the time they gained a foothold in the 1661 universe, it had actually not been more than five years.

But in just five years, they have achieved astonishing results.

From the 1661 universe, Roche obtained the mutant X-gene, and obtained dimensional engine technology and the ability to travel through parallel universes through the Eternals.

The Primaris Space Marines and Sentinels came into being, greatly enhancing their war power.

In the 3206 universe, they relied on the help of Transformers to obtain the spark source, leader module, star harvester and space bridge technology that can move at superluminal speed through physical means.

These are still tangible gains. For example, Roche has not yet fully understood the details of Cybertron's unique technology tree hidden behind the Allspark.

"Our universe is too barren. Countless wars have exhausted the potential of various civilizations and overdrawn the potential of the universe."

"All races are fighting tooth and nail to survive. How can they afford to research and develop?"

Trazyn was also thinking about what Roshi said.

The Warhammer Universe is an extremely ancient entity, and countless wars broke out before the War in Heaven.

After the War in Heaven, the universe shrank and collapsed under the continuous erosion of the subspace.

Not to mention other galaxies in the universe, the tiny Milky Way alone has been in a state of constant decline and weakening.

The power of the real universe is getting weaker and weaker, while the power of the subspace is getting stronger and stronger.

Even the Necrons, after a long slumber lasting tens of millions of years, have experienced a certain degree of technological regression and civilizational rigidity.

It’s just that the Necrons are a wealthy family with a deep foundation. Even if they have declined, they are still much better than other races.

"Actually, all races are the same. We are all on the path to sustainability. The only difference is that some races die faster and some races die slower."

"I will never allow humanity to be trapped in the quagmire of the Warhammer universe. I will do my utmost to pull humanity and its allies out of this quagmire."

Listening to Luo Xi's voice, Taraxin felt a passion and blood gushing out from the fire in his chest.

Damn it, that’s what a real man should do, he should do something big and spectacular.

Luo Xi intends to fight Chaos to the end and break the future that seems to be a foregone conclusion.

"I don't care what the Emperor thinks and plans. I left the Warhammer universe so that I could go back one day and redeem my homeland."

"I never left my hometown to escape it. My roots are there, and the people I care about are there. How can I escape?"

"Even though my body has escaped, my soul remains there."

Luo Xi murmured to himself that this was his true inner thought, and now he took the opportunity to talk about it with Trazyn.

"Now I need to wait for the Emperor Compass to recover its energy. Even with the faith and support of humans from multiple parallel universes, this will still take quite some time."

"I will let Sanguinius and Curze take over my responsibilities in the parallel universe. With two Primarchs as leaders, I can rest assured that the Human Expeditionary Force will continue its cross-universe expedition."

"Compared to me, they are the true war commanders. The Primarch needs to reveal his true self in front of other humans. His unparalleled charisma will naturally gain everyone's recognition and loyalty."

Trazyn looked up at the sky. Among the circling storm birds, a divine figure descended from the dazzling sunlight.

Golden and red ripples suddenly appeared in the sky, and a beam of light hung down from the scorching sun.

As Sanguinius's wings split the clouds, the flying fighters in the sky competed to play the hymn of praise - it was the spontaneous praise of the machine spirit.

His wings were no longer pure white like before, but were now stained with the golden color of the Star Torch and the dark red color of his own blood.

Each feather reflected a perfect arc of light, and all the Space Marines stopped and stared, offering their full respect.

As Sanguinius slowly descended, the moment his toes touched the tiles of the square, the golden statue of the Imperial Sky Eagle suddenly dripped liquid metal, winding on the ground into a statue of Sanguinius.

"Look up, kids."

"Today is Victory Day, and everyone should hold their heads high with pride."

"Don't be afraid, don't be scared, I am by your side."

When Sanguinius's elegant and calm voice sounded, all humans who heard it felt their heartbeats quicken and inexplicably felt a fanatical impulse.

His voice caused the anti-aircraft turret to lower its barrel and the hovercraft's engine to shut down and go silent.

A Mechanicus priest who was painting a Thunderhawk gunship suddenly knelt down, tears of engine oil spreading across his red robe.

In the dust of light scattered by Sanguinius's outstretched wings, countless holographic images of fallen soldiers emerged in a line.

"I am Sanguinius, Ninth Son of the Emperor, Primarch of the Blood Angels, Lord of Bhaal, and one of the commanders of the Human Expedition."

"I once fell in the battle against darkness, but from now on, inspired by your bravery and fearlessness, I have returned."

"The gods are no match for humans. The Blade of the Gods is only the first enemy to fall, but definitely not the last."

"We are fearless, we are invincible, and we will hold freedom firmly in our hands!"

Sanguinius raised the Spear of Perfect Victory and the Scarlet Sword in his hands. These two divine weapons that had once hurt Horus trembled with excitement and emitted a clear and moving buzzing sound.

At the same time, holographic projections were projected around the world showing Sanguinius descending from the sky and delivering a speech.

Asia, America, Europe, Africa...

In an instant, most of the human beings on Earth fell under the shadow of that sacred light.

It turns out that Saint-Gilius's charm is a complete dimensionality reduction attack on the people on Earth.

"Why is there only a scene with Sanguinius?"

"What about me? I'm being ignored again."

Koz didn't know when he got rid of his group of crazy and clingy cubs, and suddenly appeared like a ghost.

Luo Xi didn't even bother to glance at this guy, he just said unhappily.

"Can you appear before the people like Sanguinius? Your appearance will only give those children nightmares."

"And even if we ignore the outside, can you defeat Sanguinius in a competition of inner qualities?"

"He has extensive experience as Emperor of the Second Empire. Furthermore, before the Emperor boarded the Vengeful Spirit, he hoped that Sanguinius would remain as the ruler of the Empire."

"And you? After you left Sevatar, you could only manage a squad of Space Marines at best."

"If I leave the expeditionary force to you, how can I feel at ease and return to the Warhammer universe?"

Listening to Roxi's continuous complaints, the Nostramo man smiled awkwardly, then helplessly scratched the dead skin on his head with his sharp nails.

"Haha, I just said it casually, don't take it seriously."

In fact, even if Luo Xi mentioned it, Koz would not agree to such a request.

Exposing him in such an occasion and accepting the admiration and love of hundreds of millions of people is no different from stripping him naked and killing him.

"I wonder how much time has passed since we left the Warhammer universe."

"I don't know if the Emperor is okay, and if the other brothers are okay."

"Are you really not going to take us back?"

Coze suddenly looked a little sad, and the Midnight Haunter, who was no longer crazy, regained the emotions that a normal person should have.

"It's not that I don't want to take you back, but the Emperor Compass can't do it."

“When we first emerged from the Warhammer Universe and passed through the Well of Eternity, we endured immense pressure from different universes.

If those Space Marines hadn't entered a state of suspended animation, I'm afraid quite a few of them would have died on the road."

"As for you, let alone you two, you were practically the living dead back then, your souls in a deep sleep. Once you left your stasis, you would die. That's how you were able to pass through the Well of Eternity."

"Now that you have recovered, how can such a powerful soul cross the barrier of the universe?"

Koz finally came to his senses and realized that this was indeed the case.

After performing a divine display in front of the crowd, Sanguinius quickly flapped his wings and disappeared among the clouds.

Countless people shed tears because of Sanguinius's departure, and even more people gained the courage to face difficulties and hardships from Sanguinius.

The angel's mark has been left on their hearts.

After leaving human sight, Sanguinius put on a layer of psychic disguise for himself, and then appeared beside Curze and Roche with a resentful look on his face.

"You guys are always like this, assigning me tasks that seem honorable but are actually thankless."

“Although I am suitable for this job, it doesn’t mean I like it.”

Sanguinius quietly stole the juice drink from a passerby who was attending the festival and drank it all in one gulp.

The bewildered passerby looked helplessly at his empty hands, completely unaware of who had taken his things.

"Who the hell is so uncultured?!"

"That's what happened to Roboute and Lion back in Macragge. They ignored my wishes and forced me onto that damn throne."

Roxi kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, and remained unmoved by Sanguinius's complaints.

Anyway, Sanguinius is destined to be the commander of the expeditionary force this time.

Sanguinius drained the bottle of juice clean and finally sighed.

"Although I don't like it, I will take good care of my responsibilities. You can go back without worry."

"Remember to say hello to our father and brothers. We are waiting for them outside the universe."

(End of this chapter)