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

Chapter 748 Guilliman You Are a Hamster (asking for monthly ticket)
The remaining troops of the Ash Claws were torn to pieces by the surging green tide.

Tens of thousands of super-heavy-armored bosses, King Kongs, and killing cans brandished their deadly weapons and crushed the last rebel amidst the earth-shaking waaagh sounds.

All that was left on the land of the Green Planet was the rising dust and the spilled blood.

This is not a war, but a naked massacre.

The orc warlord Bloodhowl Zak only felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and even his terrifying body seemed to be expanding and strengthening again.

This is the weapon of war created by the Ancients. Even in this castrated version weakened and cursed by the Necrons, it still has extremely terrifying war potential.

The weak orcs will be eliminated in the war, and the remaining strong ones will be further strengthened by waaagh energy.

And the genetic technology imprinted in their genes will also be awakened and revived, thus creating more terrifying orc technology.

At this moment in space, the orcs' junk warships and battle moons also began to move, strangling the twenty warships brought by the Ash Claws.

"We will cover your retreat. We must pass on what happened here."

The commanders of several other frigates said firmly.

And Zoe, the director of the think tank, has been teleported back to the bridge command room of the flagship, the Vicious Claw.

His muscles were trembling and cramping all over, and the adverse consequences of overusing psychic energy continued to take their toll.

There is a great possibility that his flesh and blood will continue to corrupt under the erosion of the psychic energy of the Warp, and eventually turn him into a creature as inhuman as the Thousand Sons.

But Zoe has no time for herself now.

He had no time to grieve.

The moons that were originally thought to be satellites of the green planet began to tremble, and dazzling dark green light beams shot out from their equatorial rings, and then began to turn in the void.

Their movements are not very fast, but their trajectory can be seen with the naked eye.

In order to implement the decapitation tactics as quickly as possible, the Ash Claws did not even conduct a thorough investigation of the satellites and asteroids around the Green Planet.

After all, even the Ash Claws had not expected that these green-skinned orcs would transform their own moon into a war fortress.

Those huge monsters began to move their positions in the void. Even in the universe which was close to a vacuum, the noise explosion produced by the terrifying waaagh stance could be heard.

Zoe only felt that the psychic energy running rampant in his body was shattered by an even more powerful force. His psychic eyes could not even look directly at those battle moons.

But even with the naked eye, you can see the details of the battle moons at such a close distance.

The surface of the battle moon is not a directly exposed rocky crust, but is covered with rough metal armor.

Countless green guys and orc technicians used rivets, welding, and even simply glued it together with various unknown Squig slimes.

The battle moon is made up of a large amount of space junk, warship wreckage, and asteroid foundations collected by the green orcs.

Because the battle moon itself has a gravitational field, it will naturally attract objects smaller than itself.

But once such a loose behemoth starts moving, the huge inertia will tear itself apart.

Even a rocky star would experience structural collapse after such a short and intense acceleration.

But the battle moon is still intact at this moment, which proves that behind all this, there is the orcs' special power of thinking.

Zoe didn't know whether these behemoths simply relied on physics engines to travel long distances, or whether they could use methods similar to subspace jumping to cross space.

If it's the former, then there isn't much of a threat.

But if it is the latter, then mankind will face an extremely horrific and cruel war.

Countless giant orc artillery arrays began to turn on the surface of the battle moon.

A large number of orc-style buildings including arsenals, breeding chambers, energy cores and transmission systems are chaotic in structure but fully functional.

The Vicious Claw began to accelerate under the cover of other warships, and it put all its energy into the void shield system and power engine.

The navigator and astropath in the battleship had already exploded to death under the surging waaagh of the green-skinned orcs, and were blown into pieces of meat all over the ground.

Zoe and several other remaining think tanks tried their best to lock the direction and find an opportunity for the battleship to break through.

The Green Orks on the Battle Moon locked onto the Ember Claw's warship.

The great technical master Einstein personally took action to debug the instruments and equipment that had just been completed.

The green orcs' power of thinking is not completely unconditional. It must be based on a certain physical foundation.

Countless circuits and cables were spread out around the big tech tycoon. The young technicians shouted at the top of their lungs and plugged the cables into the corresponding interfaces according to their instincts.

There were violent explosions from time to time, caused by some unlucky guys connecting the wrong wires and causing waaagh energy overload.

But these are no big deal to the incredibly large number of green-skinned orcs.

The dead technician boy was thrown directly into the breeding cabin by other green-skinned orcs and buried in a random hole.

If a technician dies and is buried in the soil for a period of time, dozens or even hundreds of green-skinned guys will grow out of it.

The speed at which humans produce troops is nothing compared to these damn orcs.

If the human population base in the galaxy was not so large, it would be impossible for humans to engage in a military battle with the green-skinned orcs.

The instruments on the battle moon began to emit bursts of buzzing sounds, and dazzling green energy began to spiral and accelerate along the pipes.

Countless complex gravitational threads in the void began to twist and stretch.

"Gravity, mass, and space are closely related. If gravity is infinitely amplified, it will cause a devastating blow to the space that carries mass."

"This is the prototype of space weapons, but we have lost control of it now."

One of Einstein's electronic eyes flashed, and he enthusiastically inserted his modified mechanical arm into a machine that flashed a powerful gravitational field.

This is the ancient technology that Kirk Da Vinci shared with the Great Tech Boss, which contains the ancient orcs' profound understanding of time, space and gravity.

When he came into contact with these things, he no longer showed a rude and barbaric attitude. Instead, he became more like a scientist in human cognition and began to mutter his own insights.

It seemed as if this was what orcs were supposed to look like.

"Activate the gravity whip."

"When the orcs wield their gravity whip, the entire galaxy will tremble!"

There was a gleam of wisdom in Einstein's eyes, so bright that it was like an exploding supernova.

He felt that more ancient knowledge was reviving in his genes, stretching him towards a more unpredictable realm.

But just as this awakening began, Einstein was pulled back into the abyss by an unknown force.

The universe became blurry again, and Einstein's mind became chaotic again.

The systematic and rigorous knowledge in his mind was shattered, leaving only occasional flashes of inspiration.

This feeling of being stuck at a bottleneck and unable to move made Einstein extremely anxious and violent.

There are a large number of buildings densely distributed on the front of the battle moon. If you look at it from the universe, you will find that it actually outlines the ugly face of an orc.

Steel plates welded together form the orcs' cunning yet fierce eyes, while various turrets are woven into solid iron jaws and thick fangs.

The gravity whip it carries is spewed out from the mouth of this orc face.

On the Vicious Claw where Zoe was, the instruments that detected changes in surrounding gravity suddenly began to scream.

A voice-servo linked to the wetware computer warned the Techmarine of the impending danger.

Countless dark green rays of light bursting out from the battle moon entangled with each other, weaving into an invisible whip.

That was the embodiment of gravitational anomaly, capable of ignoring the target's heavy armor, and even the void shield could not effectively defend against it.

It began to accelerate in the void, and then hit the hull of the Ash Claw Guard Fleet directly.

Under this blow, the space was directly twisted and curled into a ball of waste paper, and the terrifying gravity tore the battleship's platinum frame and ceramic steel armor.

These warships of the Ash Claws were built bit by bit during the Great Crusade by the technical priests and industrial servitors of the Mechanicus, as well as mortals who had served the Mechanicus for generations.

The internal structure of the battleship makes extensive use of rivets, and those anchor points become the most vulnerable points under the distortion of gravity.

The connection points of the battleships collapsed instantly under the gravitational storm, and then the armor squeezed and collided with each other.

The entire kilometer-long warship exploded like a deformed can.

The reactors of the frigates broke their balance amidst the violent vibrations and distortions, and the plasma fireballs, far hotter than the sun, destroyed the wreckage of the warships more thoroughly.

The brief ultra-high temperature fireball flashed by, and then the blazing flames began to float in a strange posture in the weightless environment.

"The Emperor..."

The director of the think tank murmured the name of the Emperor again out of horror.

It was not until this moment that he truly realized the true face of these green-skinned orcs. In fact, he had never seen it clearly before.

One warship after another withered under the enemy's gravity storm, but they still fearlessly covered the escape of the Vicious Claw.

One by one, Zoe's familiar comrades died in this cold starry sky, leaving only the Vicious Claw, a lone ship, to escape into the warp in a panic.

The Battle Moon's gravity whip seemed to have a long cooldown buffer, which allowed them to escape.

Zoe now had only one thought in his mind: he had to return to his home planet immediately and take away the last spark of the Ash Claw.

You can only escape, otherwise you will die.

The human empire needs to be forewarned of this unprecedented green tide.

……

Luo Xi was completely unaware of the huge changes taking place among the Ghoul Stars.

To the entire galaxy, the Ghoul Stars are nothing more than an extremely dangerous, yet remote area that no one cares about.

Not even the Astronomican can shine here.

Apart from the Night Lords and the Ultramarines who were relatively close in space, no one would have known even if the Ghoul Stars had completely exploded.

At this moment, he was driving the Red Alert from Solomnas to the Holy Terra in the solar system.

Along the way, Luo Xi would occasionally stay on some planets along the way for a while to observe the development of these worlds.

More than a hundred years had passed since the Horus Heresy, which was almost three to four generations long for mortals.

In this dark galaxy, having more offspring is the only way for most humans to fight against unknown risks.

It is precisely for this reason that, despite the population consumption caused by such a fierce war, the empire never worried about lacking sufficient troops and labor.

"Why, I see you're not in a very happy mood. Are you feeling sad about the plight of these humans?"

Taraxin was holding a glass of specially blended 82-year-old sauce-flavored motor oil and drinking it as he spoke.

This is also a new habit he developed after being infected by the energy of the Fire Source.

After all, in a sense, he is now both a Necron and a Transformer.

"Sad?" Luo Xi murmured, "Maybe."

From the Hazy Star Region to the Solar Star Region, Luo Xi witnessed the conditions of more than a dozen human planets.

But what he saw was completely different from what he imagined.

Those human hive worlds or forging worlds have not changed much compared to a hundred years ago.

Especially the planets farther away from Holy Terra still live a mechanical life day after day, year after year.

The rule of the hive nobles remains as stable as a rock, and many people have even begun to forget the pain of the Horus Heresy and start living a life of drunkenness and debauchery.

However, those forging worlds did not start using Blackstone technology to restart artificial intelligence as Roche had expected, but continued to use servitors and wetware to carry out slow production.

"It's only a hundred years. What a short time it is."

Trazyn patted Roxie's shoulder and comforted her softly.

"I know you'd like to see that after returning to the Warhammer universe, humanity has undergone tremendous changes, becoming civilized, rational, enterprising, and eager to explore."

"We have traveled to other multiverses, so it feels like every day brings new feelings, new discoveries, and new changes."

"If you want the entire human empire to change, it will take at least a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, for accumulation and sedimentation."

"Hurry is not enough."

Luo Xi also understood that what Taraxin said was right. Even if the big ship of the Human Empire lost power, it could still rely on its own inertia to continue moving forward.

Now that the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne, the Imperium has lost its finest captain and its ability to adapt continues to decline.

"But fortunately, the other Primarchs are still here. Malcador and Valdor are still here. As long as they are here, the Empire's sky will not fall."

"If the reforms are too drastic, it could easily lead to serious problems for the empire, or even internal chaos."

"Changes must be made from the top down, slowly and gradually."

Red Alert jumped out of the warp again, and the final destination of this journey, the solar system, was already in sight.

The most familiar sunlight appeared before his eyes, and Luo Xi's heart suddenly felt a long-lost peace and tranquility.

The lingering aura of the epic war a hundred years ago seemed to still linger here. Scenes flashed before Luo Xi's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Let's go back to Terra and see who is in charge now."

Red Alert possesses the highest level of identification code in the Empire, an iron rule engraved by the Emperor himself.

Therefore, when Roche jumped into the solar system from the Mandeville point, he did not arouse the vigilance of the solar system fleet.

But some people are still curious about this starship marked as [Supreme Authority].

Aside from the Emperor's Dream, they had never seen another starship that could be released without inspection. The Solar Auxiliary Forces responsible for garrisoning and inspection immediately uploaded the information and reported it, and an Imperial Fists captain immediately received this questionable information.

"This is... Red Alert?!"

This Imperial Fists who tenaciously survived the Siege of Terra possessed more experience and knowledge than those Space Marines recruited and transformed after the war.

More than a hundred years ago, he was stationed in the solar system, guarding the safety of Terra under the command of the Gene Father Rogal Dorn.

"I haven't seen Red Alert for over a hundred years, and Lord Roshi has also been gone for over a hundred years."

"Does the appearance of the Red Alert mean that Lord Roshi has returned to the Empire?"

The Imperial Fists captain's voice suddenly rose two notes, revealing an uncontrollable passion.

Only the Imperial Fists themselves knew one thing: after defeating the traitors, their Gene-Father Rogal Dorn and the traitor Primarch Perturabo disappeared into the Terran Palace together.

Sigismund, the leader of the Templars, witnessed the Primarch disappear in the turbulence of time and space. He fell into deep regret and vowed to find Dorne.

However, their efforts had little effect.

The Primarchs have been jumping around on the timeline all the time, and even if they found the Mechanicus and the Advanced Technological Community, those sages who specialized in the field of time, they were powerless.

If the Primarch has always been at a fixed point in time, then they still have a way to use psychic power or some precious technological relics to carry out a timeline expedition.

It wasn't until more than seventy years ago that an Iron Warrior named Barabas Dantioch returned from the planet Sosa in the Ultramarine and brought news about the Primarch.

The Loyalist Warsmith claimed that the Primarch was well and that they had once met on Sotha.

This news gave great excitement to everyone in the Imperial Fists.

They believed in this man who had remained steadfast and unyielding, and Dantioch also provided video footage and the Primarch's token to support this belief.

"Dantioch, I hope you can tell the Imperial Fists warriors not to waste their time looking for me."

This was the message the Warsmith brought to the Primarch, but it was clear that the Sons of Dorne were planning a real rebellion.

Sigismund declared his independence from the Imperial Fists and founded the Black Templars Chapter with the most fanatical and die-hard Space Marines in the Legion.

After all, Dorn was talking about telling the warriors of the Imperial Fists that now they are not the Imperial Fists but the Black Templars, so this does not go against Dorn's intentions.

This is one of the few flexible aspects of the rigid minds of the Sons of Dorne.

"Quickly send a communication to the Red Alert. We request to board the ship and meet Lord Roshi."

"The Imperium now desperately needs Lord Roche's return. The Primarchs are scattered, leaving only Lord Guilliman to carry the load."

"Perhaps our father will return with it."

Captain Enrico Nicholson's message was quickly sent to Roche's starship.

After connecting to the empire's thinking space, Luo Xi was shocked by the information he saw.

This this……

What the fuck is this?

Over the past hundred years, although humans in the Milky Way have not changed much, they still reproduce, produce and live according to the original rhythm.

But the dynamics on Terra are huge.

Guilliman and Malcador announced the reorganization of the High Lords of Terra, appointing the Living Saint Euphrates Keeler as the first Pope, with Guilliman as the Supreme Commander of the Imperium.

But there is no news about Makhado.

The famous Sigillite, the true ruler of the human empire, the man behind the emperor, just disappeared without a trace?

The Solar System Guard's transport barge docked next to the Red Alert, and then an airtight corridor extended out and directly attached to the Red Alert's external hatch.

As the mechanical structure locked and the sound of internal and external air pressure balancing was heard, a tall Imperial Fist captain wearing bright yellow power armor walked in impatiently.

Luo Xi saw that the other party's helmet was decorated with a horizontal mane crown, which made him look even more majestic and heroic.

"Lord Luo Xi!"

Enrico Nicholson was followed by six Imperial Fist Guards. As soon as he saw Roche's face, he immediately bowed and saluted, expressing his respect to Roche with great enthusiasm.

Only someone like him who had experienced the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy could truly realize how important Roche's existence was.

Enrico Nicholson sometimes even imagined that if it weren't for Roche and the reinforcements he brought, the Siege of the Sun would have been even more tragic and heroic.

Even he could not have survived the fierce battle in the Sol System, let alone become a Captain of the Imperial Fists now.

The Imperial Fists suffered the heaviest casualties during the war, so during the post-war reconstruction and military expansion process, a large number of previously unknown warriors were promoted.

"Enrico, tell me what has happened to the empire in the past hundred years."

"I need someone who has experienced it firsthand to tell me the details."

"Be detailed."

The son of Dorne immediately nodded in agreement, then he ordered one of his lieutenants to temporarily take over his responsibilities and return to his post.

"Then let me tell you about the changes over the past hundred years."

"Who is this person next to you?"

Enrico shifted his gaze to Trazyn. His unique metal body and the flickering fire source on his chest made the Imperial Fists feel instinctively alert.

He felt that the other party was an alien, and a strange and powerful alien.

"Ahem, he..." Luo Xi laughed and said, "He is the Great Sage Trazyn, a member of the Advanced Technology Community with me."

"He's not an outsider, there's no need to be shy about anything."

"You know, they just like to transform themselves into machines, but Sage Trazyn went a little too far."

Although Luo Xi's words were a bit far-fetched, he obviously underestimated his own prestige.

"Since he is your friend, there is nothing wrong with that," said Enrico.

"Let's go to Terra first. Holy Terra is now controlled by the High Lords Council and Lord Guilliman. The situation has changed a lot compared to the time you disappeared."

"We'll talk as we walk."

The Red Alert passed through numerous inspections and was finally able to travel freely within the solar system.

Compared to when Roche left, the solar system is obviously more prosperous.

The war debris left by Horus had long been cleaned up, and the pollution left by the Chaos Demons had also been completely cleared out by humans.

Countless space orbits and space stations, as well as armed star fortresses and free trade merchant ships, fill the entire solar system.

Countless humans from all over the galaxy came to the place of human origin with various purposes.

Luo Xi saw that compared with Mars and Ganymede, there were many unfamiliar tall and magnificent buildings, and some starships that were obviously designed after he left were shuttling around.

"Akan Rand and the others did a good job and didn't let me down." Luo Xi said softly.

When he came back this time, he brought many super heavyweight things to the Advanced Technology Community and the Mechanicus.

Most of what he gained after leaving the Warhammer Universe is now quietly stored in the warehouse of Red Alert.

Each of these is enough to make the most seasoned Mechanic Priest scream, chant the name of Ohm Messiah, and faint.

"I am shocked by one thing. Why have so many Primarchs left Terra and their whereabouts are still unknown?" asked Roxi.

Enrico smiled bitterly.

"My genetic father and Perturabo disappeared in the temporal turbulence. We speculate that this is related to the time weapon attack they suffered during the Siege of Terra."

"Lord Llane returned to Caliban, Lord Jaghatai Khan returned to Chogorris, and Lord Leman Russ returned to Fenris."

"The three of them seemed to have reached some kind of consensus. After leaving most of the Legionnaires behind to build their own [Independent Kingdom], they disappeared from public view."

"Lord Corax also left afterwards."

"Lord Vulkan was the last to leave Terra. After he received news about Lord Dorne on Terra, he returned to Nocturne with the warriors of the Eighteenth Legion."

"What about Malcador and Valdor? Why did they disappear?"

Roche knew that the Primarchs had been asked to leave Terra before the Emperor fell asleep and establish their own independent kingdoms to defend Terra.

"How can the Empire survive without its Sigillite? How dare Malcador lay down his burden?"

"How dare he! How dare he!"

Luo Xi didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he shouted this, but he was particularly concerned and excited about Malcador's disappearance.

He risked his own head to go to other universes to look for the power of salvation, and this old guy Malcador dared to disappear and go on strike.

In terms of age, Malcador is just a young man of over 6,000 years old, while Roxi is actually over 30,000 years old.

The old man never complained about the hard work, so how dare Malcador!

"Guilliman, I'll go check on Guilliman."

Roche himself had many regrets. When he left, Guilliman was still on his way to aid Terra, and the two did not see each other for the last time.

Now that he is finally back, he can make up for his absence that time.

The Red Alert was anchored in orbit around Terra, where the Emperor's most loyal guards had been waiting.

The one who greeted Roche was still the arrogant tribune of the imperial guards, Diocletian, who was actually an old friend of Roche.

"Long time no see, Diocletian."

"Is your arm healed?"

In Roche's impression, one of Diocletian's arms was cut off in the Cyberway War, and when he offered to help him replace it with a mechanical arm, Diocletian stubbornly refused.

"We have our own pharmacist, sir," Diocletian said calmly. "Thank you for your care."

Led by the tribune of the imperial guards, Luo Xi once again set foot on the land of the imperial palace.

This sacred and glorious place has long since been repaired from the mottled traces left over from the past, and it appears extremely solemn and dignified.

The offices of the Terran High Lords Council and the Imperial Commander's office are all located in a corner of the huge palace.

Roxi strolled into the Council of State. Compared to the time when Malcador was on duty, there were fewer busy mortal bureaucrats, as well as a large number of clerical officials and servitors.

Instead, there was a more intelligent office environment. Luo Xi saw that a large number of stone men had replaced the ecological niches of low-level bureaucrats and were now busy working.

There is a special atmosphere here that is a mixture of old and new. Some people still use parchment to record information, while others have begun to use data tablets to handle official business.

The Imperial Guards took Roche and Enrico to Guilliman's office. The stone men and mortal bureaucrats seemed to see nothing and performed their tasks mechanically like screws.

Everything is so harmonious and smooth, and everyone is running efficiently like a huge government machine.

Luo Xi pushed open the two magnificent doors made of shining gold in front of him, and then an office hall that had been expanded and was several times larger came into view.

Documents, documents everywhere, parchment, data tablets, and even strange documents recorded on various carriers, they are piled together, presenting a unique sense of disorder and harmony.

Luo Xi looked at the giant who was working hard with a strange expression. He was completely unaware of the arrival of a guest.

"Guilliman is really... the same as always." Luo Xi sighed.

He was quite sure that Guilliman really hadn't noticed, and his upbringing would not allow him to turn a deaf and dumb, especially to his best friend.

But with the Primarch's hearing and perception, he didn't even notice this. Isn't that a bit outrageous?
In Roxi's eyes, the Lord of Macragge, the commander-in-chief of the Empire, now looked like a giant hamster wearing cobalt blue armor and buried in a pile of sawdust.

A cloud of hot smoke rose above his head, as if he was steamed. It was the heat emitted by his brain working at a high frequency.

A machine on the ceiling is efficiently extracting the hot steam to prevent it from contaminating other stored documents.

Even after a large amount of documents are processed by stone men and bureaucrats, and shared by the high lords of Terra, there still needs to be someone to make the final decision.

This person used to be Malcador, and now he is Guilliman. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the regent of the empire.

"Guilliman?"

Luo Xi called out softly, trying to interrupt the other party's state of deep absorption.

"Hmm?" Guilliman's ears moved, and a voice that was extremely familiar to him but had not been heard for a long time sounded.

This feeling even made his soul feel a little moved.

The Primarch's brain reacted incredibly quickly. The next second, he suddenly threw down his quill, pushed away the data slates that covered one wall, and stood up.

Guilliman looked towards the door with red eyes.

"Roshi?"

He rubbed his eyes, as if trying to confirm whether it was true.

"Is that you? Rosie!"

He blinked again, he couldn't even believe his own extraordinary eyesight as a Primarch.

"Really, it's true, you're back!"

"Emperor, I have finally waited for this day!"

Macragge the giant hamster rushed out from his seat, knocking over the piles of documents without any care, and then hugged Roshi tightly in his arms.

"You are so cruel, so cruel. You all left me one by one and left me here!"

"It's been a hundred years. Do you know how I've lived these past hundred years?!"

(End of this chapter)