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

Chapter 760 Uslan and the Messenger (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Standing atop the last ruins of the Draçac dynasty, the stench of the decaying corpses burning in the flames assaulted his nostrils, and Corcovado da Vinci stood there in deep thought for a long time.

In his heart, the few moments of satisfaction and pleasure had long since receded like the tide.

He wasn't one of those Ork who were obsessed with war; he cared more about what lay behind the war.

The Drazac dynasty had long since gone mad; they were corrupted by the Skinner virus, and living was the true torment for them.

When Valgul was strangled to death by Bloodhowl Zak, he didn't show much resentment or resistance. He just cursed the Silent King Szalak loudly before he died.

In fact, his hatred for the green-skinned orcs who destroyed his dynasty was not as deep as his hatred for Szalak.

The green-skinned orcs were merely a weapon, but what truly led them to extinction was the tacit approval of the Silent King.

Hatred and revenge seem to be an unsolvable curse that plagues all races.

They are rooted in the souls of intelligent life, polluting and corrupting other beautiful emotions, leaving only hatred in people's hearts.

When hatred dissipates, the soul is like a parched, withered wasteland, unable to grow the flower of life again.

Leonardo da Vinci was tired and disgusted with the current galaxy. Even if they killed all the murderers of the War of Heaven, so what?

The ancient saints are gone, and the corrupting evil from the warp has polluted the entire universe. Who can bring salvation now?
"We greenskins are born as weapons of war. The great Creator created us to fight against the enemies of the world."

"But they haven't had a chance to teach us how to create a new world yet..."

The ancient orcs pondered for a long time but still couldn't get a satisfactory answer.

"Forget it, there's no point in overthinking. The most important thing right now is to defeat the galactic overlords of this era—those beings who are called humans."

"I want to wash away the filth of the entire Milky Way with a great green tide and reshape a pure and unpolluted world."

Countless green-skinned orcs surrounded Cork da Vinci from a distance, not daring to disturb their leader's thoughts, lest they interrupt the ideas of any genius, which would be an irreparable loss for the green-skinned orcs.

They were simply searching with great enthusiasm for anything that might be useful in the ruins of the Necropolis world.

Even after the devastation and destruction of war, this planet remains a treasure trove in the eyes of the green-skinned orcs.

The ground-based defense systems of those Necromancers, along with all sorts of hyperphase weapons, Gauss weapons, Tesla arc weapons, and death ray cannons abandoned on the battlefield, were all salvaged by the Tech Boy and the orc boy from the Dead Skull Clan.

Tens of millions of green-skinned orcs are sorting through the debris and garbage on the planet like a living assembly line, then clearly classifying it by type and putting it into warehouses.

"I've never fought such a rich battle before!"

"Praise be to Brother Mao! He's filling my head with even more amazing ideas, and I feel fantastic right now!"

Einstein felt as if his mind was filled with entirely new wisdom.

Ever since the big boss gave him a really awesome new name, he has indeed come up with some really "green" inventions, just as the other party expected.

He has become the ultimate master of the masters, rivaling the former orc warlord Bloodhowl Zak and leading all the orc technicians.

"You little bastards, don't you dare hoard any spare parts for me! If I find out, I'll make sure that slave owner hangs you up and whips you for three days and three nights!"

"Those of you who know the consequences, think it through carefully!"

Hearing the big tech boss's threat, some of the less-than-clever young technicians frantically shook off the parts they had hidden on their bodies and then pretended to have just discovered them before sending them to the warehouse.

"Einstein, I've come to ask you for a small favor."

A loud, boisterous shout rang out, and even without seeing the voice's owner, Da Jiba could immediately tell who dared to speak to him like that.

Zach Bloodhowl grinned sheepishly as he approached Einstein.

Despite his ferocious and menacing appearance, the orc warlord forced a smile, causing Da Jiba to furrow his brows in disbelief.

That bastard is so ugly, and he still has to make such a disgusting face.

"I think my claws aren't as good as those metal skulls. Help me modify my weapons so I can better help you expand our territory."

"You are the most skilled master craftsman, I believe in you."

Zach still held the remains of a Space Necromancer Immortal in one hand; its head had completely disappeared, leaving only the Phase Blade in his hand still shimmering faintly.

"You want to convert your power claws into phase weapons?" Einstein asked, seeing through the other's little scheme.

"You're so smart, you knew exactly what I was going to do."

Zack's power claws are indeed intimidating, but their armor-piercing capabilities are far inferior to the phase weapons of the Necromancer.

Because phase weapons, in essence, do not rely on sharpness.

It can make the green-glowing blade disappear in this plane, flash to other planes and then flash back, using this transformation to cut the target.

Phase cutting can truly cut through all non-psychic matter, even adamantite.

"I don't have time to help you build weapons right now. The most important thing right now is to squeeze every last drop of value out of this Crown of the Necromancer world."

"This place contains a massive amount of black stone. These rocky lumps can amplify the power of the subspace, which means they can amplify our waaagh energy."

"And those Necromancer warships can also be modified to suit our combat style."

"I have priority permission personally approved by the prison chief, so your words don't count."

Einstein directly rejected Zach's request, which immediately made the latter furious.

He reached behind him and pulled out the remains of a space necromancer impaled on a metal spear.

Zach welded six or seven metal spears to the back of his power armor, each spear pierced with a powerful enemy he had once defeated.

Like the Ash Claws Chapter Leader, Gilling, whose power armor, along with parts of his corpse, was impaled on his back. Whenever Zak moved, the spoils would shake.

Even many of the green-skinned kids thought Zack's behavior was incredibly cool and eagerly tried to imitate it.

Zach looked extremely pained as he gave the space necromancer leader, Valgul, to Techies.

The more advanced the space necromancers are, the more likely they are to be equipped with some extremely rare and powerful technologies, which immediately piqued the interest of the Great Tech Master.

"Ahem, give me your paw, and I'll reluctantly take some time to fix it for you."

"Don't tell anyone, I don't want to waste any more time on other big orcs."

The saying "He who takes a man's money is bound to be obligated to him" applies even to the green-skinned orcs.

Immediately, a group of young technicians rushed up and began climbing up Zack's massive body.

They used various laser cutters, power pliers, and chainsaws to dismantle Zach's equipment.

The green-skinned orcs' armor and weapons were fitted onto their bodies almost irreversibly, with no thought given to how they would remove them in the future.

The boys worked for half a day, clanging and banging, before finally managing to remove the three-meter-long power claw.

Zach trembled with pleasure, and a large amount of dandruff fell off.

"Go back and wait. Once I've made the changes, I'll have the boys send it back to you."

A promise from an orc is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold. Having received Einstein's personal guarantee, Zach immediately turned and left with a smug look on his face.

"I'm so busy. The boss wants us to keep expanding our battle moons. Once we've tamed all the asteroids and moons in this system, we'll have over 600 battle moons."

"Countless warships will be rebuilt, and hundreds of billions, or even trillions, of green-skinned orcs will leave the Ghoul Cluster."

"The big boss told us that he was going to lead us to defeat those shrimps, take them to their home planet, and kick the big golden guy off his golden throne."

"When that time comes, the green-skinned orcs who defeated the shrimp will become the new galactic overlords. That's a truly exhilarating and magnificent waaagh for me!"

Einstein chuckled to himself, saying that he was going to turn all the wonderful ideas in his head into reality.

……

"Our warship's subspace engines are almost at their limit."

"In order to survive the pursuit of those damned orcs, we overloaded the warp engines, and the turbulence damaged the ship's energy circuits during the forced jump. It's a miracle that we've lasted this long."

Zoe Slick was enveloped in powerful psionic lightning, her eyes flashing with dazzling psionic light as she worked tirelessly to help the Vicious Claw find its way in the warp.

After Gillin Natra's decapitation strike failed completely, Zoe led the remaining Ash Claw warriors in an emergency evacuation to the Legion homeworld.

At the Lost Eagle's Nest, they packed up and took away all the remaining assets of the chapter in the shortest amount of time.

This includes ten Astartes who remained behind, six Defiant Dreadnoughts buried in sarcophagi, and sixty-seven new recruits who had just completed their modification surgery and were not yet qualified to wear power armor.

Even with the Astartes who retreated from Greenskin, the entire Vicious Claw couldn't even muster a hundred Space Marines.

Even in the most difficult times for the Ash Claws, they had never been this miserable.

It's safe to say that if even the slightest accident were to occur, Ash Claw would be completely wiped out.

The bitter fruit of failure can only be swallowed by the survivors.

Zoe didn't even want to recall the shame and helplessness she felt when she returned to the Lost Eagle's Nest and told the awakened, fearless elders about the current predicament.

The wounds inflicted on him by the green-skinned orcs had not fully healed. In order to guide the warship, he could only keep using his psionic power, and each use would cause those wounds that had finally healed to burst open again.

Even the pain from the lacerated wounds had gradually become numb, and Zoe was even somewhat grateful for the pain, as it at least told her that she was still alive.

"Kirin, you fucking killed yourself, that was the best you could do."

"I really envy you. At least you died proudly on the battlefield, while I might be swept away by the warp currents to some unknown place and slowly killed by time."

Zoe murmured, as the tech sergeant warned him that if they continued sailing, the warp engine might explode and destroy everything.

By then, their ship will also become a living coffin adrift in the warp.

"We need to perform a subspace jump and return to the real universe. We can't stay here any longer."

With Killing dead, Zoe, as the head of the think tank, has no choice but to take on the responsibility of command.

Under his command, the few remaining technical sergeants immediately took control of the warship's propulsion system, detaching the Vicious Claw from the warp.

The warship was riddled with horrific craters and holes, and only after emergency repairs was it able to continue sailing with great difficulty.

The violent shocks caused by the subspace jump forced everyone on board to hold tightly to the ship's structure to avoid falling.

Crimson alarm lumens flashed everywhere, and the server servants coldly counted down the numbers for the jump to complete.

In this desperate situation, Zoe even prayed to the Emperor again in her heart.

"Great Emperor, please help us."

"We must inform the Empire of the Green Tide; this is the last thing we traitors can do."

Zoe's pride and dignity had long since vanished under the trampling of the green-skinned orcs.

He knew how shameless and ridiculous it was to pray to the emperor at this time, and that it was nothing more than grasping at straws in desperation, but he had no other choice.

He could only hope that the Lord of Mankind would be lenient enough, rather than unleash a thunderous wrath that would destroy their lone boat.

What was originally a routine warp jump was now an incredibly long process.

Countless warp monsters whispered in his ear, and the Geller Field covering the Vicious Claw was also in grave danger.

Finally, after a dazzling flash, the Vicious Claw broke through the barrier of the veil and escaped from the chaotic sea of ​​nothingness.

Exhausted, Zoe collapsed to her knees, having pushed her psychic power to its limits.

Large amounts of blood seeped from his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth, and even Larryman's constant attempts to stop the bleeding were to no avail.

"leave me alone."

"Immediately adjust the direction, check the star map, and head to Macurag."

"We are too far from Terra. We can only hope that the Lord of Macragge will trust the message we bring, instead of opening fire the moment he sees us."

Zoe stepped back to support her think tank brother, forcing herself to speak.

How far are we from Macurag?

“Grant, you guys…”

Zoe suddenly noticed something was wrong; all of his other combat comrades around him had fallen into an eerie state of stillness.

This applies to Space Marines, servo servants, and even Dreadnoughts that are in shallow hibernation on the deck.

As a seasoned think tank member, Zoe immediately realized that this was a psionic attack from the enemy.

"Even I couldn't achieve such a large-scale static time."

Zoe didn't understand why she wasn't frozen along with them.

Theoretically, a potential enemy could freeze all the Ash Claws on the command deck, and a think tank that has already exhausted its psionic energy would be no exception.

Although the think tank director can no longer use his psionic powers, he is still an Astartes.

Zoe cautiously retreated to a corner, using the ship's structural cover to conceal his position. He didn't use the noisy chainsaws, but instead drew his combat dagger and blended into the shadows.

Corax's offspring are born to be the darlings of the shadows. He sets his tactical helmet to the highest level of sensitivity to detect even the slightest anomaly.

The optical imaging and biomagnetic field were normal, and the bird locator sensor did not detect any abnormalities.

"How can this be?"

"Could it be that during the warp jump just now, there was a vulnerability in the Geller Force, allowing some warp creatures to enter the ship's interior?"

Zoe could sense that this stasis only existed on the deck of the warship, because the Vicious Claw was still drifting in space, moving forward by inertia.

"Faced with such a powerful enemy, it is impossible for me to defeat them on my own. We must awaken those fearless mechs; only then will we have a chance."

Zoe has extensive experience fighting psionic aliens, and only the ferocious firepower of the Dreadnought can break through the opponent's psionic defenses and create an opportunity for close combat.

"We have to be quick!"

Zoe's breath froze into ice crystals in the still air, and his figure suddenly turned into a blur and disappeared from the spot.

He used Shadowstep to dash to the side of the Dreadnought, then slammed his palm onto the Dreadnought's cold, ceramic-steel-gold hybrid armor.

In theory, awakening the fearless elders is the job of the technical sergeants, who need to strictly follow the awakening ritual to bring the ancient warriors sleeping in the stone coffins back to life from nothingness.

If any problems arise with the procedures, at best the awakened fearless ancient warriors will become extremely enraged, and at worst they might cripple the technical sergeant with a single slap.

In severe cases, it could directly cause the Dreadnought to malfunction, resulting in the complete death of the Astartes' remains inside.

However, there was clearly no time to slowly activate the Dreadnoughts now. Zoe silently apologized in her heart and directly used her psionic energy to stimulate the Dreadnoughts' true forms.

The six sleeping stone coffins suddenly lit up with blood-red warning lights, and the ancient sound of steam depressurization was unusually jarring in the frozen space.

Zoe used her dagger to slash her hand beneath the power armor, smearing the blood onto the nearest sarcophagus.

The residual energy from the subspace flowed along the bloodstains, and the first Defiant's Dauntless searchlight suddenly lit up, as the multi-barreled assault gun began to warm up.

Forced to activate, the elders in the Dreadnought roared in pain, desperately wanting to kill something with their power claws and plasma cannons to alleviate their suffering.

"Come on, come on, aliens lurking in the shadows."

"Prepare for the judgment of the fearless mechs!"

Zoe's figure flickered in and out of sight in front of the searchlight beams emitted by the Dreadnoughts. Just as he was about to fight to the death, the hidden enemy finally revealed himself.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the folds of spacetime, and emerald-colored psionic flames spontaneously combusted in the center of the command deck.

When the flames subsided, the figure in the star-studded robe made Zoe's pupils shrink—pointed ears, porcelain-white skin, it was the Adarin!
Damn it, why are the Spirit Race coming to our door?

"Wait, offspring of the shadows."

The Eldar prophet's voice echoed like a crystal wind chime within her skull, while Zoe looked as if she had ingested some kind of poison, her face contorted with pain and hatred.

Alien, damn alien, get out of my head!
Uslan raised the Staff of Asmar, inlaid with the Eye of the Prophet, and once again smoothed out the ripples of time.

The six Dreadnought mechs, which had been forcibly restarted, fell silent once again. Their weapon muzzles were even glowing with a scarlet light, but they did not fire.

“I mean no harm, Son of the Raven.”

“If I wanted to kill you, you would have died silently long ago, without any power to resist.”

"Stay calm, let's talk."

Uslan’s tone was amiable, as if he were having a heart-to-heart talk with an elderly neighbor he hadn’t seen in a long time.

However, the Astartes' genetic sequence is etched with an absolute hatred for aliens, especially the Ash Claws, who have always wandered among the ghoul stars, fighting and surviving against countless aliens.

Just staying calm took a lot of Zoe's energy.

"Eldar alien, what exactly do you want?" Zoe demanded sharply.

He realized that the guy in front of him, who called himself Uslan, was not one of the Dark Eldar they had dealt with before. Those treacherous and vicious people would never have such an approachable demeanor.

If Uslan weren't an alien, Zoe might have had a proper chat and communication with him based on his behavior alone.

“You come from the perilous lands of the ghoul stars, as the prophecy told me, so I am here waiting for you.”

Uslan bowed slightly, performing the Eldar custom of greeting guests.

"I know your goal is to send a message to the higher-ups in humanity, to tell them that things have completely changed in the Ghoul Stars, right?"

Zoe instinctively didn't want to answer the other person; talking to a pointy-eared Eldar made him feel utterly disgusted.

However, now that the last bloodline of Ash Claws is in the hands of the other party, Zoe doesn't want to directly provoke them.

He had never seen a psionicist as powerful as Uslan, and even at his peak, he was no match for Uslan.

"Prophecy, prophecy again! You damned Eldar have no other means besides prophecy?" Zoe cursed.

"Don't you understand that blindly believing in prophecies will only backfire on you?"

Zoe is now even a little regretful, wondering if the Ash Claws' doomsday would have been delayed if he hadn't warned Killing.

Only the power of prophecy could have allowed the Eldar to wait so perfectly for them as they transitioned out of the warp.

"There's no need to hate the power of prophecy so much. I see the power of prophecy in you as well. We are all on the same path, so let's not condemn each other."

Uslan said calmly, noticing that Zoe's fate threads were tangled in countless chaotic ways, clearly traces left by interference.

"Prophecy is merely a means, and means are neither right nor wrong."

"When used properly, prophecy can be an excellent tool."

"Enough! Stop your nonsensical sermons!" Zoe's voice rose several notches.

"Just say what you want to say!"

Ash Claw was fed up with the Eldar's roundabout tactics, but Uslan remained calm.

“Let’s make a deal. I can send you to Holy Terra, and then you can tell me what exactly happened in the Ghoul Stars.”

"This is a very worthwhile deal, since you have nothing to lose, and I can help you in a more efficient and faster way."

Zoe didn't understand why Uslan was so obsessed with knowing what had happened to the Ghoul Stars, since it had nothing to do with them.

But when he heard that he could help him get the message to Terra, he couldn't help but be tempted.

The green-skinned orcs' strength is increasing rapidly every second, and no one knows how much longer they will stay in the Ghoul Stars.

In situations like this, informing the Empire's high command of the enemy's situation even a minute earlier can significantly increase their chances of victory.

But Zoe thought it was a foolish choice to believe the Eldar's promise.

Uslan naturally knew what the other party was hesitating about, and he also knew what the other Adalings were like—they would rather not speak than speak, and if they had to speak, they would speak in riddles.

Furthermore, the Eldar's credibility has always been questionable; no one knows whether the Eldar, who were once allies, will betray them at any moment.

"You can trust me, I am a good friend of your Primarchs and other leaders."

Uslan rummaged around on his body for a while, then pulled out a double-headed eagle statue carved from some kind of wood.

"This is a gift that your emperor gave me a long, long time ago."

"You can feel it for yourself and then you'll know if it's real or fake."

Zoe took the double-headed eagle statue with some skepticism, but the next moment, he truly felt a sense of sacred grandeur and inviolable majesty.

"It really is... the Emperor..."

Zoe was quite certain that it was the Emperor's aura, but as for why an alien would have a gift from the Emperor on its body, it completely baffled him.

“We’ll talk as we walk. I can take you to Terra and then collect my payment.”

Uslan had already shown enough sincerity, and Zoe had nothing to say in response.

We'll talk about everything once we arrive in Terra. Besides, for an Eldar to go to Terra, they're either crazy or they have real guts.

"As for your brothers, they should remain silent. Otherwise, when they see me, you'll have to explain yourself again."

Zoe remained silent in acquiescence, and then Uslan embedded a prismatic amethyst into the bridge control console.

The prophet struck his scepter on the deck, and the next moment, a magnificent and colorful net gate opened before them.

Zoe had never seen such a magnificent creation, with all sorts of vibrant colors swirling within it like a dream, stirring up humanity's desire to explore the unknown.

"let's go."

Beside the Vicious Claw, a small escort fleet of Eldar warships quietly appeared, nimbly slipping into the net tunnels and entering a faster-than-light state.

"No wonder you Aidalings always come and go without a trace."

"So you have your own faster-than-light travel channels, with mobility far exceeding ours by tens of millions of times."

Although Zoe still harbored suspicions about Uslan, she appeared much more relaxed on the surface.

At least it wasn't as aggressive and menacing as before, as if it wanted to chop Uslan into mincemeat on the spot.

"In the prophecy, I saw an endless green tide sweeping across the Milky Way, but I do not know the source of that green tide."

“Until recently, I have only managed to find my way to the vicinity of the Ghoul Cluster and foresaw that you would escape from it.”

"The Ghoul Cluster has been enveloped by an immense warp force, the will of the green-skinned orc god, Brother Gomao."

"They rejected all interference from foreign races, including prophecy."

As Zoe listened to Uslan's description, she gained a clearer understanding of why Kirin's decapitation operation had failed.

The green-skinned orcs have changed; they are completely different from what they used to be.

Even these hideous, alien gods have shown themselves, no wonder they suffered such a crushing defeat.

"call……"

Zoe sighed and also revealed some information to Uslan.

"The Ghoul Stars... no, perhaps there are no more Ghoul Stars. The green-skinned orcs in this godforsaken place are evolving madly. They are becoming more powerful, more orderly, and more goal-oriented rather than instinct-oriented."

"They have a completely new leader—"

"Kork!"

When Zoe uttered those three words, even the usually composed Uslan secretly tightened his grip on the scepter.

"Just as I thought, just as I thought."

"If it really is them, then the entire galaxy will face yet another catastrophe."

"Are you here to help us humans? Just like your kin in the past, deliberately offering revelation and assistance to shield yourselves from scapegoats."

"If you insist on interpreting it that way, then so be it." Uslan had no intention of continuing the argument.

A person's sense of accomplishment is like a mountain; it cannot be moved with just a few words.

If their positions were reversed, Uslan would not trust the Eldar either.

The speed of the network is astonishingly faster than that of subspace travel; this is the speed it should have under ideal conditions, without any interference.

“Rosie has returned, so this is a good opportunity to meet her.”

"Regarding the deepening cooperation between Eldar and humans, regarding... Mortalian."

Uslan thought to himself that he was quite happy to be able to reunite with his old friend.

The solar system, the Jupiter region.

A dazzling net gate quietly opened, and Uslan immediately sent an identity verification signal to Ganymede.

The instant the Eldar warship broke free of the network and entered the real universe, the entire Jupiter defense system was activated, and devastating defensive forces were targeted at the Vicious Claw.

"It's me! Rosie!"

Uslan used his psionic powers to connect directly with Loshi and whispered in his ear.

"I am coming."

Losi, who was handling affairs within the advanced technology community at that moment, immediately stood up and issued an order to the defense system to disarm.

"That old bastard Uslan has finally arrived!"

Rose had a strong premonition that the problem that had been troubling them for so long might soon have an answer.

(End of this chapter)