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

Chapter 751 Kaur: Really, I'm so stupid (Seeking monthly votes)
If we count from the time Rosie woke up, he and Guilliman had only known each other for a little over a decade.

But it was during these ten-plus years that the two of them weathered the most difficult period of the Horus Rebellion together.

This friendship, forged in the fires of war, is the deepest and most unshakable. Moreover, Guilliman had held that position for a hundred years, accumulating too much bitterness and resentment in his heart.

From Terra to Ganymede, the Imperial Commander's mouth never stopped for a second, pouring out his grievances to Loxi.

The Ever-Victorious Guards standing guard and the Imperial Fists looked at each other in astonishment.

"So it turns out my father has always been unhappy."

"But I knew nothing. I thought that now that my father was finally in charge of the entire human empire, he should take the opportunity to realize his ambitions and make great strides."

Auguston blamed himself, realizing that this was just his personality—carefree and unconcerned with details—which also meant that his insight into people's hearts wasn't actually that profound.

"If Hill were here, Gage and Lamiad would definitely have done a better job than me."

As per the orders issued by the Emperor before he ascended the Golden Throne, each Primarchy established its own independent fiefdom within the territory of its own Legion's homeworld.

With Guilliman trapped in Terra by Macardo and unable to escape, the affairs of the Five Hundred Worlds were left to be managed by Marius Gage and the Four Heroes.

Who knew that this agency would last for a full century.

Guilliman hasn't been back to Macurag for a long time.

Aside from learning about the development of the Five Hundred Worlds through the intelligence sent from there and providing some macro-level guidance, he couldn't interfere much.

Enrico felt even worse seeing Auguston's remorseful expression.

"I know you're worried about your Primarch, but at least your Primarch is still around. Our Primarch has drifted off into some time dimension."

Auguston's self-reproach, in the eyes of the Son of Dorne, was more like a boast.

"In their reports to me, Gage and Lamiad mentioned that they had been trying to reform the administrative system of the Five Hundred Worlds for years."

"In addition to the extensive use of controllable artificial intelligence and stone men, they also incorporated a large number of Ultra Warriors who were severely damaged in the war into the management team."

"They have shed their blood for the empire and are no longer capable of carrying out the brutal tasks of war. Let them continue to contribute to the empire in another way."

"In the Five Hundred Worlds, there are already more than one planetary governors who are retired Ultramarines officers."

"I understand that my offspring are better at internal governance than Space Marines from other Legions, rather than engaging in war."

Rosie suddenly turned around, her eyes wide, looking at Guilliman with a look of sudden realization.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Guilliman asked, puzzled.

"What is the problem?"

"You're still asking me what my problem is?"

"Now I know why you said that the High Lords are becoming increasingly wary and uneasy about you."

"You can popularize controllable artificial intelligence and appoint stone people to serve as your administrative team. All of this is still within their acceptable range."

"After all, the High Lords Council of Terra, and the departments and agencies below it, are doing the same thing now."

"But you've put Astartes in an administrative position, which is like dancing wildly in the minefield of those High Lords."

Lothie sighed deeply, saying that if he were the High Lord, he would also be furious.

Guilliman then began to ponder the meaning behind Roche's words.

“I know what they’re afraid of; they’re worried that Astartes will seize real power.”

However, since the Emperor has permitted us to establish independent fiefdoms, he has naturally also granted us the power to carry out reforms.

"I'm pushing for reforms in my own 500-world country, what business is it of theirs?"

Luo Xi rolled her eyes and said irritably.

"Many times I don't know if you really don't understand or you're pretending not to. What you think is harmless might be a serious matter that crosses the line for the High Lord."

"You are already seen by many as being ambitious."

"You were the last to arrive when Terra was being aided, and you preserved the strongest forces during the war. And now you want to bring Astartes into politics."

"Perhaps in the eyes of the High Lord, you, the ambitious imperial commander and the empire's greatest vassal king, are about to put a knife to their throats."

"Now that Astartes has taken the position of planetary governor, what's next? Sector governor? Domain governor? Why not just let Astartes be the High Lord as well?"

"But Astartes are indeed more suited to politics than mortals. They don't have much personal desire, they don't indulge in pleasure, they are not lazy, and they have much more energy than mortals. Their lifespan far exceeds the limits of life-extending surgery."

Guilliman continued to try to explain, but Rosie put a finger to her lips, signaling for a shushing response.

"You're right, but that's not the key point."

"What the High Lords of Terra value most is not ability, but stance and allegiance. No matter how talented a heretic is, he is no match for an incompetent vassal."

“Guilliman, you’re not really good at politics. Your heart is too pure. You’re just using your super intelligence and personal charisma to get things done.”

Guilliman fell silent; he knew Roche was right.

He tends to see the positive side of others, regardless of who they are.

After thinking it over, Guilliman did not answer Roche's question; he simply remained silent.

Loshi also knew that it was too difficult for a pure idealist like him to adapt to the dirty side of politics.

The Red Alert quickly arrived at the region of space where Ganymede was located.

After a hundred years of development, this ordinary satellite has now become a holy site in the eyes of believers in Ohm Messiah throughout the entire galaxy.

Everyone knows that the Cult of Machines is the collector and inheritor of human technology.

Countless mechanical priests have devoted countless hours and energy to searching for even the slightest clue to those technological relics, among various ruins and remnants throughout the galaxy.

But all they did was retrieve fragments of past knowledge. What the advanced technology community aims to do, however, is to build upon existing foundations and innovate.

Mars represents the past, while Ganymede represents the future.

"This place has become humanity's future city, its ideal city."

"Look, my friend, these are the strong new shoots that have sprouted from the seeds you planted!"

From the porthole of the Red Alert, Rosie saw what Ganymede looked like now.

A single satellite was no longer sufficient to meet the needs of the Advanced Technology Community, so at Guilliman's behest, the entire planet Jupiter became the property of the Advanced Technology Community.

The surface of this largest planet in the solar system is now covered with various orbital space stations.

The densely packed, gleaming metallic structures were anchored in their respective gravitational orbits, resembling a undulating ocean from afar.

Jupiter is a gas giant, and its atmosphere is not suitable for human habitation.

Therefore, all human creations, as well as laboratories in various fields, are located in the space between the atmosphere and near-Earth orbit.

"According to the information reported to me by the Advanced Technology Community, they currently have 126537 sub-fields that need to be developed, and each field can continue to be further refined."

“The sages and researchers in each branch of the field are like baby birds crying for food, asking Terra for resources.”

Guilliman said this with a bitter smile.

"You can never imagine what strange things those sages will do or what astonishing reasons they will come up with in order to obtain funding and resources."

"However, I am happy to see this. Only innovation can keep our civilization vibrant. Even if most of these 120,000-plus subfields fail, it doesn't matter."

"I'm not afraid of making mistakes, I'm only afraid of not doing anything."

After Red Alert entered Jupiter's gravitational field, it was scanned by the space stations floating in the universe.

"Identity confirmed."

"Highest authority".

"Entry permitted."

A soft, mechanical female voice rang out inside the Red Alert, and then the invisible energy shield blocking the Red Alert slowly melted away, revealing a passage.

"More than fifty years ago, Archan Rand used ancient technology buried in the Mars Library, along with their latest research findings, to encapsulate the entire planet Jupiter, along with its surrounding moons, into a giant energy field."

"This is a high-level treatment that even Mars doesn't have."

“Rand and Caul probably already know we’re here,” Guilliman said.

As he finished speaking, Loxi had already boarded the Red Alert and entered a corner of this vast futuristic city.

Tens of thousands of space stations orbiting the gas giant simultaneously emitted iridescent light, and the ripples of their surface energy shields were programmed into flowing geometric patterns.

It was a perfectly rotating gear, a surging, harmonious current, and electrons flashing outside the atomic nucleus.

It was as if the stars had paved a path of light for Roxi's flagship.

An array of mechanical tentacles extends from the bottom of the space station, weaving together in the air to form a giant holographic screen composed of ion sparks.

Thousands of hovercraft servants rose from the depths of the clouds, their shells painted silver-white, a symbol of the Roche school, while their chest-borne vocal cords chanted the "Innovation Prayer" in unison.

A deep abyss opened up on the surface of Ganymede, from which a large number of unmanned intelligent machines gushed out like a silver waterfall.

Each intelligent machine projects breakthrough images from different fields, which eventually converge in front of Loshi into a rotating data holy grail.

The sages, using encrypted frequency bands, compressed the research results of the advanced technology community over the past century into black crystals, which were then carried to the spaceport by the intelligent machine cluster.

"Don't tell me you arranged all of this?"

Rosie looked at Guilliman abruptly, feeling both amused and exasperated.

With this commotion, the entire advanced technological community, and even the whole of Mars, will probably know that he has returned.

"Of course it wasn't me. I don't have the time to do these things."

Guilliman scratched the back of his head with his fingers and said casually.

"I only told Sage Rand and Caul that you were back; even I don't know what will happen."

Guilliman placed his hands on the porthole, looking at the fusion fireworks flashing in the universe with the excitement of a child.

Wherever Roche's Red Alert goes, fireworks follow, and the dazzling light and shadow effects are enough to shock even the most discerning person.

"Moreover, those fusion fireworks also contain binary codes."

After only a few glances, Rosie saw the information contained in those flashing lights.

"Welcome...the return of the Great Sage Roshi."

"All members of the Advanced Technology Community hereby report."

"Sigh, why bother, making such a big fuss?"

Although Luo Xi said she didn't like it, she actually felt warm inside.

This organization, which he founded himself, is like a child he raised; in the blink of an eye, it has grown into a vibrant young adult.

Even though he left and disappeared for a century, many people still remember him fondly.

This kind of emotion, as delicate and silent as spring water, is what touches people's hearts the most.

"Om Messiah, what's going on here?"

"I have been here for decades since I came from the Extreme Starfield, and I have never seen such a magnificent spectacle."

Some of the mechanical priests on Ganymede were immediately taken aback and bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

"This seems to be welcoming someone, but who is qualified to do so? Even if the Primarchs themselves come to visit, is such a grand gesture necessary?"

Although these mechanical priests had always been devoted to academia, this was, after all, a situation that occurred in a highly technological community, which inevitably aroused their curiosity.

Meanwhile, some of the more senior mechanical priests, who had experienced the founding of the advanced technological community, had already reached a conclusion after a brief moment of astonishment, thanks to their external thought engines.

"I understand, it's the Great Sage Roshi!"

"It must be him who's back. Besides him, the founder, who else is qualified to receive such a grand welcome from the Advanced Technology Community?"

A gasp rippled through the crowd. Although most of the mechanical priests had never met Rosie, they were certainly very familiar with the name.

Lothie the Great Sage, the legendary founder of the Advanced Technology Community, and the only Speaker on Ganymede.

Even after Archsage Arkan Rand succeeded him, the position of Speaker remained vacant.

According to the Great Sage Rand, the Great Sage Roche was simply going to an extremely dangerous place to seek the treasure of the God of Machines.

Since he did not return to the embrace of the God of All Machines, it is impossible for him to be removed from his position.

"It must be him. The [Roche School] named after him is the largest force in the advanced technology community and a symbol of pioneering, innovation, and progress." "Like the Great Sage Rand, he could have started his own [Rand School], but he clearly stated that he was a member of the Roche School."

"And then there's the very popular Belisarius Caul. As a student of the Great Sage of Rand, he naturally belongs to the Roche school as well."

To mortals, these followers of the god of all machines might seem to have no interest in worldly desires.

For devout believers who dedicate their entire lives to the god of machines and Om Messiah, neither money nor beauty are fleeting phenomena.

But that's only because it didn't pique their interest. If they were presented with a complete STC template, they would see these mechanical priests smashing the dog's brains out.

"It has been a hundred years since the Great Sage Loshi stopped showing himself. During this time, some people speculated that he left the galaxy, while others speculated that he died in the war. Now it seems that these were all rumors."

"He has returned."

The entire advanced technology community was in an uproar, presenting a lively scene that had not been seen for a long time.

Some curious mechanical priests were even willing to spend their precious contribution points to ask experienced colleagues to explain some past events.

"Putting aside everything else, the contribution point system we are currently using was personally approved and proposed by the Great Sage Roxi."

"Before him, those academic cliques within the Cult of Machines wouldn't give you any benefits if they took your things."

It is precisely because of this rule established by the Sage Roche that our knowledge can circulate among us.

Many of the mechanical priests present were only born in the last hundred years or so, so naturally they were unaware of so many details.

Now that they know of the great contributions Roche made, they have even greater respect for this great sage they have never met.

Over the past century, although the Mechanicus and the Advanced Technological Community have gradually recovered and achieved many breakthroughs and accomplishments, they still cannot compare to the period when the Sage Lothie was in power.

Some even say that the Great Sage Roche possesses the treasure trove of Om Messiah's omniscient truth, and that he is happy to share its riches with other seekers of knowledge.

Thinking of this, many mechanical priests began to breathe rapidly.

Even priests whose bodies had been largely converted into machines could not suppress this feeling of excitement.

"If the Great Sage Roshi returns, wouldn't that mean the era of explosive technological development has returned?"

"More knowledge, entirely new fields of research, and more pearls from the treasure trove of the god of all machines will appear before us."

The older mechanical priest sighed, while looking at the younger generation around him with a hint of envy.

"You are really lucky. You have just embarked on the path of truth when the greatest guide has returned to the Empire."

"Just watch, boys, a new era of great development is dawning!"

……

Loshi did not expect that his return would cause such a huge upheaval in the largest academic and research organization in the human empire.

He has underestimated his influence.

Just like the old proverb: the person may be gone from the world, but his legend lives on everywhere.

As the Red Alert slowly docked at the pre-emptied spaceport, a large group of high-ranking members of the Advanced Technology Community, led by Arkan Rand, had been waiting there for some time.

In the grand ideal city, tens of thousands of mechanical priests and mortal technicians emerged and knelt on one knee to pay homage to the returning Rosie.

Everyone was filled with fervor and excitement, as if they were seeing their god descend upon the world.

Arkan Rand was the first to approach Losi. In his second-in-command position, Kaul held a thick book on his arm, which appeared to be made of fine gold.

"Welcome back, Sage Roche."

A century has passed; are you still well?

Kaul handed the book in his hand to Rosie, which was still attached with a white iris flower made of liquid metal.

The petals are etched with the electronic signatures of all researchers in the Advanced Technology Community, while the stems are entwined with a piece of biological code, a microcosm of their contributions to the field of biological genes.

Loshi's hand clasped tightly with the Sage Land's hand. In Loshi's eyes, the old man with the Mediterranean hairstyle looked even older than when they last met.

He remained steadfast in his principles, refusing to undergo any mechanical modifications to his body or replace his aging organs with new biochemical ones.

However, the eyes of the Sage of Land seemed brighter than before, with a gleam of wisdom shining within them.

"Why make such a big fuss?" Rose laughed.

“Big? Not really,” Rand replied with a smile. “If I had enough time, I would mobilize Mars as well.”

The crowd around him stared at Loxi with fervor, and even the Imperial Commander Robert Guilliman standing next to him received less attention than him.

Guilliman felt no jealousy whatsoever; all of this was rightfully Roche's, and he even shared Rand's view that it did not do justice to his contributions.

"If these tech enthusiasts knew what Rosie brought back, they would probably lose their minds instantly, and would be willing to be like moths to a flame just to see the veil of that ultimate technology."

Guilliman thought to himself, but on the surface, he maintained his cold and indifferent demeanor.

He even slowed his pace so that the surrounding crowd could see Rosie's appearance more clearly.

Kaul handed the mechanical encyclopedia crafted from fine gold to Rosie.

Loshi also took the opportunity to sized up Caul. Compared to the original in front of him, he was more familiar with the personality template Caul No. 1.

In comparison, the Caul in front of us is clearly more mature and taciturn than Caul One from the X-Men universe.

"Lord Loshi, may the god of all machines bless you."

"Over the past century, we have been trying to recompile a 'Treasury of All Machines' based on existing scientific knowledge and the STC templates that have been collected."

"This is a summary of our existing technology and the cornerstone of our future. Although we have only completed a small part, we still hope to let you see our progress."

Loxi ran his fingers over the rudimentary copy of the All-Encompassing Book, his expression full of approval.

They did not disappoint themselves. The emergence of this new encyclopedia signifies that humanity has begun to move beyond the fragmented and unsystematic approach of "digging up graves and archaeology" in developing technology.

They have begun to summarize existing knowledge and organize and categorize it into a new, complete technology tree.

Loxi accepted the book of all-knowing secrets. Many of the multiverse technologies he brought back could be used to fill in the gaps in the book, making the technology tree even more flourishing.

Taracin also cooperated by recording this moment. After regaining his soul, his almost pathological desire to collect things not only did not decrease but increased, and he had many more strange ideas.

After the welcoming ceremony ended, the bustling crowd gradually dispersed.

The controlling AI informed them that if they continued to linger there, they would be charged a fee of 5 contribution points per minute.

Even the most fanatical mechanical priest has to obediently follow orders immediately when faced with the blatant threat of having contribution points deducted.

The group took the rapid transportation system and arrived at the original planetary control tower.

Everything here has been repaired and improved, and compared to what Rosie remembered, it has a much more futuristic feel.

"You guys wait for us in the rest area. I have some things to discuss with Sage Rand."

Roche and Guilliman dismissed the Astartes who were following behind, and the Sage of Land also sent all the mechanical priests except for Caul back to their posts.

The room suddenly became quiet, but everyone's demeanor also became more relaxed.

"There are too many people, which makes me a little uncomfortable." Luo Xi smiled, which helped to break the serious atmosphere.

"However, I have also seen that you have developed this organization very well and have not disappointed me."

"Ahem, sir, let's not talk about the Advanced Technology Community yet," Rand said somewhat embarrassedly. An electronic monkey had been replaced on his shoulder; the original one had long since died of old age.

The old man shed his disguise and returned to his original carefree and relaxed state.

"I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable playing the role of the organization's leader every day."

"Since you have successfully returned, it proves that the multiverse theory is indeed true."

What are other universes like? What kind of civilizations and technologies exist there?

"Do different universes have different physical rules, and how do their universes treat subspace?"

Luo Xi pressed his hands together, signaling everyone to calm down.

"There are many problems, let's take it one step at a time."

"First, I have proven the existence of the multiverse through practice, and I have deeply explored an alternate universe, even waging an extremely fierce war with the native life of that universe."

When Losi mentioned the war, Guilliman became even more focused.

He had only heard from Lothie that he had once killed a so-called "Shattered God" and used it as a sacrifice to successfully save his two dying Primarch brothers.

The outbreak of war was not unexpected for Guilliman, but it surprised him that Losi called it a "devastating" war.

After all, Lothie was a ruthless man who had experienced the entire Horus Rebellion. For him to use the word "horrific" to describe it, one can imagine how terrible the situation was.

"The first universe I went to was codenamed 1661 X-Men Universe. At first, I thought it was an independent alien universe."

"But it wasn't until later, when I gained a deep enough understanding of this universe, that I realized there was a group of supreme beings native to this universe called the 'Gods'."

Using their incredible dimensional technology and understanding of the universe, they divided it into numerous parallel universes.

Rand and Caul visibly paused, knowing full well how magical the act of dividing the universe was.

"There is another very crucial point: in all the parallel universes I have visited, there are humans."

"The distribution of the human species in the countless multiverses may be more extensive than we imagine."

"Although these humans may have different origins and different developmental processes, from a broad genetic perspective, they are all human."

When Roche recounted his anecdotes from beyond the universe, everyone present strained their ears and listened intently with all their might.

"The gods treat the universe as their pasture, and all intelligent life is their livestock. These bastards are no better than the warp gods we know."

"We have fought several wars with their minions, but fortunately the human expeditionary force is now strong enough to defeat these enemies."

Loshi gave a general description of what he had seen and heard, from mutants with the amazing X-gene to the ancient Cybertronian Transformers, which captivated everyone.

"Crisis is always accompanied by gain. Those mutants who draw power from genetic mutations possess the ability to control the power of the subspace through purely genetic means."

"The Cybertronian technology behind the Transformers, as well as some Cybertronian artifacts, contain the remnants of the essence of another powerful civilization."

When Roche got to the heart of the matter, even Arkan Rand's old heart began to pound.

Compared to their other observations, they were more concerned about Roxi's gains in the multiverse.

Only benefits that are actually received are true benefits.

If their gazes could transmit heat, then Losi would have been practically roasted by the sheer number of stares.

A slight smile curved his lips, slowly whetting everyone's appetite.

"The X-gene, capable of leveraging the power of the subspace with pure genetic technology, is the masterpiece of the Celestial Explorer Oneg."

"But now, it has fallen into my hands."

Kaul's fingers trembled slightly with excitement, and even an injection of sedatives could not calm him down.

His profound research into the field of genetics naturally gives him an idea of ​​just how difficult it is.

"In the 1661 X-Men universe, I have completed the original Space Marine upgrade program ahead of schedule, and used the X-gene from the native universe to add a modified organ called the Infinite Engine."

"The new generation of Protocast Space Marines possesses a stronger physique, a more resilient life force, and more complex and varied supernatural powers."

Caul and Rand exchanged a wry smile. In fact, their original Space Marine modification program had reached a bottleneck.

While technological progress is built upon the persistent efforts of numerous scientists and engineers, effort is always a sufficient but not necessary condition.

Those who truly make fundamental breakthroughs are always a select few geniuses.

"Don't be discouraged. We're working on two separate projects anyway. If one of them makes a breakthrough, it saves the other a lot of time and effort."

“Moreover, the success of the original Space Marines is not the greatest gain,” Losi said slowly, raising his voice.

"The universe is so vast that most intelligent life can only remain in the place where it was born."

"Even the speed of light seems so slow on the scale of the universe, so faster-than-light technology is the most important cornerstone of every civilization."

"In other universes, I found a purely physical method for faster-than-light travel."

After Rose finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Kaul's face turned very ugly, and he lost his previous calm and composure.

He deeply regretted giving his personality copy to Rosie.

He should have gone there himself and left the copy of his personality with Professor Rand.

Honestly, I was so stupid. I gave up a great opportunity to pursue the truth to a copy of my personality. I was the most generous fool ever!
(End of this chapter)