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

Chapter 763 The Three Idiots Cause Trouble in Comoros (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
To be honest, when the prophet Uslan questioned Guilliman about whether his three brothers were causing trouble in the Web Path, the Limit Lord wanted to deny it outright.

This is really embarrassing.

After all, nominally speaking, the Eldar Ark worlds represented by Uslan are allies of humanity.

This was a promise made by the Emperor himself, and it was formally recognized by the Emperor's blood oath.

For humans, the imperial blood pact is more reliable than any other agreement or contract.

However, if they were to forcibly take action against the Spirit Clan's network, it would undoubtedly be a violation of the alliance that the Emperor and the Laughing God had made.

If Uslan really wants to investigate further, Guilliman, as the leader of the human side, must give his allies an explanation.

Even if the old prophet, out of consideration for Guilliman, did not pursue the matter further, this was still a political event involving the relationship between the two parties.

But Guilliman felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about the people who entered the Web Path, including Ryan Johnson, the extermination maniac and alien butcher, and Leman Ruth, the utterly brute barbarian.

Only heaven knows what Ryan and Ruth will do.

The only thing that made him feel slightly relieved was that Chagatai Khan was among them.

Guilliman knew that Chagatai Khan was the one among all his brothers who saw things most clearly and had the clearest mind.

Everyone initially thought he would join Horus in rebellion, but even though half of the White Scars rebelled, Chagatai Khan still did not.

"With Chagatai around, at least Ryan and Ruth can be kept in check, preventing them from causing even bigger trouble," Guilliman thought to himself.

"I'm not sure, and I can't give you a definite answer until I have more detailed information."

Hearing Guilliman's official-sounding reply, Uslan was certain that, besides the Primarch, who else had this ability?
And this time it wasn't just one Primarch, it was a full three, and all three of them were Primarchs who had unleashed the essence of the warp.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that three sub-gods of the subspace were invading the web, and Uslan instinctively felt that the dark elves were about to be in deep trouble.

"Don't be so quick to deny it. I've only heard that humans attacked and killed Eldar in the online world, but we weren't the ones affected."

"I'm not here to interrogate anyone; after all, we're not the ones who are going to suffer."

Uslan chuckled, thinking, "It's better to die than to die myself."

"Although the Net Path is nominally the property of all the Spirit Races, in terms of both population size and combat power, the other Spirit Races combined are no match for the Dark Spirit Race."

"The Dark Eldar possess the most wealth, artifacts, and technology left over from the fall of the Ancient Eldar Empire. They even control the key cities that survived in the Network Path."

"Compared to the Ancient Spirits, the Dark Spirits are not much different, except that they have become weaker."

Instead of learning from the fall of the Spirit Empire, they intensified their enslavement and torture of other races in an attempt to escape the Dark Prince's corrupting influence on souls, using the suffering of others to compensate for the loss of their own souls.

Roche and Guilliman immediately understood what the old prophet meant.

Although his Ark Eldar sometimes uses the Web to travel faster than light, their primary living area is still the real universe.

Only the Dark Eldar would treat the node cities within the network as their own strongholds.

Therefore, even if Ryan and his group turned the Internet upside down, it wouldn't have much of an impact on Uslan and his group.

Unless they completely destroy the network, Uslan would be happy to see his cousin suffer greatly.

Among the many varieties of bean sprouts, white bean sprouts, spotted bean sprouts, and wild bean sprouts have a relatively good relationship and often look after each other.

But the black bean sprout is the only one who is a terrible relative who is completely difficult to get along with.

They consider themselves the most legitimate successors of the Eldar Empire, having fully inherited the fine traditions of those perverted and depraved Eldar, and they despise the other Eldar.

In the eyes of the Dark Eldar, they are the only noble beings in the entire galaxy.

The Ark Eldar are a bunch of cowardly lowly people, the Savage Eldar are a bunch of barbaric and uncivilized slaves, and only the Clown Eldar are slightly better, after all, they have the Laughing God Xi Gaoqi behind them.

If conditions allowed, they would absolutely not mind capturing a few of their fellow Eldar from the Ark for their amusement.

The Dark Eldar liked to throw captured slaves into flesh-and-blood arenas, forcing them to fight to the death against terrifying bio-monsters and various Space Marines and Orks captured from all over the galaxy.

"Won't my brothers be in danger? The Dark Elf race you speak of is so terrifying. If my brothers are ambushed and lost in the Web Path, it would be an irreparable loss for both humanity and the Empire."

Guilliman didn't care about the little things about the Xenomorphs.

Robbant Guilliman, the Emperor's son, would he really associate with those filthy, lowly aliens?

Guilliman was polite to Uslan because he represented a cooperative Eldar ally, but he had an instinctive aversion to the other pointy-eared Eldar.

Could it be that one day he will end up with these filthy, foul-smelling spirits who are so thin they have no flesh on their bodies?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"I don't know the answer to that question, but in my opinion, if the Comoros had the ability to wipe out three Primarchs with a large number of Astartes and ample weaponry, they wouldn't be hiding in the Web Path right now."

Uslan immediately sneered, for he was well aware of the power of the Primarch.

"If there is only one Primarch, then the Comoros governor might be able to pull out some relic weapon to ambush him."

But frankly, it wouldn't be surprising if the three Primarchs dismantled Comoros and then became the new consuls themselves.

"Based on my deduction, they did not come to flatten Comoros, otherwise they would have brought not just some of their offspring, but their entire legion to charge into the Net Path."

"The Comoros may simply be blocking their way, or perhaps they have clues in the Comoros about what they are looking for, which is why the conflict broke out."

After hearing Uslan's speculation, Guilliman also felt that it made sense.

If his brothers were trying to eliminate the Dark Eldar who were entrenched in the Webpaths, then there was absolutely no need to hide it from him.

Wouldn't it be easier and safer to mobilize the power of the entire human empire?

Ryan and the other two left their country quietly, and Guilliman only knew that there might be some little secrets among them that he was unaware of.

"In that case, let's wait and see. Please pass on a message for us to bring Ryan and the other two back."

"Whatever their reasons or what urgent matters they need to attend to, the Empire is currently being threatened by the Green Tide led by the ancient orcs."

Their home planet and nation are right on each other's path; shouldn't they at least return?

Uslan nodded slightly; he could help with this.

"Alright, since that's the case, everyone has decided what they need to do."

Guilliman stood up from his seat and immediately swept his sharp eyes across the crowd.

“Then proceed according to plan. Tarasin will go and mobilize the forces of the Necromancer Kingdom of Space, while Uslan will help us deliver messages and try to gain the trust of those green-skinned orcs as an inside agent.”

"I am responsible for commanding the military forces of the entire empire, and at the same time, integrating the war resources of my brother nations. We must keep the ancient orcs outside the empire's defenses!"

"Then I wish you all great success in your military campaigns!"

Tarasin and Uslan also stood up and bowed to Guilliman.

The brief meeting quickly came to an end.

For them, any pretense or political probing is a pointless waste of time.

With direct, decisive, and frank cooperation that gets straight to the point, the planning process was that simple and straightforward.

Guilliman even lamented that cooperating with the Eldar and the Necromancers in space didn't consume as many brain cells as negotiating with those damned Highlords.

The Terra Highlords are representatives selected from the most elite segment of humanity.

They may have different interests and interests, which may lead to infighting, but none of them are fools.

"Russ, you three better come back right now. I'm stuck here overseeing the Empire and being tormented by official duties. Do you think you three can just keep living a carefree life?"

……

"Ah sneeze!!"

"Damn it, who's talking about me behind my back?"

Lemanrus, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly sneezed three times in a row. This sudden change made him involuntarily grip the fur of the silver-maned giant wolf beneath him.

Immediately, the subspace creature being used as a mount let out a painful "howl".

The giant wolf trembled violently as its four long hooves scrambled across the net-like surface, its face filled with resentment as it looked at the wolf king behind it.

Lemanrus, looking slightly nervous, rolled off the giant wolf's back to check if he had been cursed by those damned Bloodlust people.

Given the constitution of the Primarch, it's simply wishful thinking for him to get sick or sneeze. The only explanation is the bizarre technology and curses of the Dark Eldar.

Since entering the Netpath, Ruth, along with Ryan and Chagatai, have already experienced the troublesome nature of these Dark Eldar.

While they might not frighten the Primarchs, they are certainly not beings that can be easily manipulated.

“What happened, Father?”

After the Wolf King stopped, a large pack of space wolves following behind him, piloting Raider Gunships and Razorwings stolen from the Dark Eldar, also came to a halt.

He didn't have the ability of his genetic father to capture a powerful warp creature in the warp and beat it into complete submission.

That's why Lemanrus had an extremely cool silver wolf mount, while the other wolves could only look on with envy at the Father of Genetics.

"It's nothing, I just sneezed a few times."

Ruth checked his body and found that there was nothing wrong with him, so he could only give up for the time being.

He looked at the group of wolf cubs who had followed him on his adventures in the online world, and his face was full of smiles.

As for why they appeared in the Webpath, it all started more than a hundred years ago when Leman Ruth and two other Primarchs boarded the Soul of Vengeance.

At that time, all the human warriors who defected were ambushed and seduced by the four Chaos Gods.

Tzeentch swapped the birthplaces of Leman Ruth and Lane Jonson, nearly causing these two Primarchs to completely lose sight of their respective origins.

Once they truly believe in their new origin, their respective destinies will naturally be completely rewritten by the Lord of Change and then taken into his possession.

Chagatai Khan, on the other hand, fell into the trap of his benevolent father's wickedness.

The Lord of Corruption even went so far as to share his essential authority with Chogoris the Warhawk, crowning him as the true "Plague Lord."

If Ryan and Ruth hadn't sacrificed their lives to defeat Chagatai Khan, the Lord of the Azure Sky would probably have been forcibly corrupted and possessed by Nurgle.

It's hard to say whether the trials and corruption of the evil god are real or not, but these experiences are not all bad news for Ruth and the others.

At least after passing the trials of the evil god, they learned of the existence of three Chaos artifacts: the Tuchucha Engine, the Ouroboros, and the Heart of Plague.

The Tuchucha Engine was retrieved from Guilliman by Ryan, and the Ouroboros has been confirmed to be imprisoned deep within Caliban. Only the final Plague Heart remains missing.

It was for this reason that the three Primarchs who had undergone the trials together quickly reached an agreement.

They planned to work together to find the Heart of Plague and then destroy it completely in order to prevent the three artifacts from becoming one.

Although they don't know what will happen once the three artifacts are restored to their original state, even the most optimistic prediction is not good for humanity.

The three artifacts were originally created by the ancient saints, but over the long years, they have changed and have even been corrupted and assimilated by the power of the warp.

The Primarchs agree that anything the Warp desires to achieve should be prevented and destroyed.

"In order to find that damned Heart of Plague, Ryan, Chagatai, and I each led several thousand Astartes into the Web Path."

"The online world is different from the large-scale battlefields of the real universe. The environment here is more complex and is constantly changing."

Bringing too many Space Marines wouldn't make much sense, and some of the network channels are too narrow for larger warships to pass through.

"We didn't expect to achieve our goal in one fell swoop this time, and bringing too many people would be a burden on the Primarchies outside."

"Initially, we planned to concentrate our forces to avoid encountering an enemy we could not defeat."

But it wasn't until we actually encountered those damned Dark Eldar that we realized these aliens were completely different from anything we'd encountered before.

Ruth gazed at a fork in the road ahead and fell into deep thought.

"The Dark Eldar almost never engage in direct confrontation with you. They are extremely skilled in ambush and guerrilla tactics, and will emerge from every nook and cranny of the network, take a bite out of you, and then disappear."

In terms of direct combat strength, the human expeditionary force, led by three Primarchs, could easily overwhelm the Eldar mobile forces.

Aside from relying on Comoros's defensive fortifications to hold out, they were no match for them.

However, the Dark Eldar were clearly aware of this as well. They concealed themselves well, and this enemy, skilled in harassment and surprise attacks, quickly led the Primarchs to decide to disperse their forces.

The one who proposed this counter-tactic was Chagatai Khan, the Primarch of the White Scar, who was also well-versed in the essence of surprise attacks and guerrilla warfare. "Moving a large force together in the network will only put us in a passive and vulnerable position."

Only by utilizing the same mobility and employing small, dispersed squads to counter the scattered squads of the Dark Eldar can one effectively counter the enemy.

For this reason, the three Primarchs each led an elite team, while the other Astartes also searched the Web in small teams of several dozen people.

If they want to find information about the Heart of Plague, they inevitably have to go through the local tyrant, the Dark Eldar.

Over this period of time, they have eliminated dozens of Dark Eldar pursuit teams and gradually figured out the general routes within the network tunnels.

The reason why the Infernal Network is called Infernal is because, apart from a few major lines, the other network branches are completely unpredictable and may disappear immediately after being passed through.

It is only possible to find the right road if there is a reliable guide or a real-time map navigation on the internet.

In previous attacks on Comoros by Lemanrus and two other Primarchs, they were blocked by the enemy's defenses and had to retreat after harassing the enemy.

"I'm going to take Comoros. We must uproot this vicious, rotten, giant node city that's parasitic on the network, like a cancerous tumor."

“We must destroy the Heart of Plague, and perhaps after we wipe out the Dark Eldar, we can clean it up and hand it over to us humans to control.”

"You wolf cubs, keep moving forward with me!"

After a brief rest, Lemanrus mounted the silver-maned giant wolf again, grabbed the mane behind its neck with both hands, and urged it to gallop again.

The other space wolves also instinctively responded to the father of genes by letting out loud howls.

What in the world could be more exhilarating and carefree than following one's genetic father and hunting down those vile dark spirits in the unknown, inescapable netherworld?
"This is our great hunt, the moment of the wolf!"

"Stay in Fenris to build our wolf kingdom? That's not what we should be doing. Free wolves cannot be restrained!"

……

Guilliman and Loshi had no idea that the three Primarchs who had vanished from the Empire were having a wild time in the Infernal Web.

What they now face is the immense pressure of mobilizing the entire empire's military forces and countless logistical supplies.

Guilliman convened the High Lord Council once again and required all secondary departments to attend.

The High Lords were extremely uneasy, and some even cursed Guilliman's shamelessness and greed in secret.

However, Guilliman didn't waste any time. He simply announced to all the high-ranking officials of the Empire the shocking news that the Ghoul Cluster in the northeast corner of the galaxy had been completely overrun.

This news has a more dramatic impact than the last time, when Guilliman forcefully pressured the Navigator family to push through the Space Bridge Act.

After all, Guilliman was only using the "green-skinned orc threat" without concrete evidence to force the Highlord to back down.

In the eyes of at least half of the high lords, Guilliman's words were nothing more than a political deception to consolidate his own power and seize control of the high lords.

Its nature is as ridiculous as a certain great power in ancient Terra claiming a bag of laundry detergent to be a deadly biological weapon created by the enemy.

Since the Emperor of Man led humanity on a great expedition from Terra, wiping out the alien enemies throughout the galaxy.

Many people already believe that there are no longer any alien races in the galaxy that can truly threaten humanity.

After all, only a little over two hundred Terra years have passed since the destruction of the Ulanor Orc Empire.

Even now, many ordinary veterans of the Great Expedition are still living energetically with the help of increasingly advanced life-extending technologies.

Could a mere two hundred years really be enough for another Ulanor Orc Empire to emerge?
Even though the Great Crusade had to be forcibly interrupted due to Horus's rebellion, many people were still immersed in this beautiful dream and unwilling to wake up.

Even if humanity does not advance as triumphantly as it did during the Great Crusade, the sheer size and inertia of the empire will still allow it to maintain its unwavering hegemony for all eternity.

Especially after the war, the empire shifted its course from war to construction and development.

Many worlds that were destroyed by war have recovered and prospered again, and many believe that the empire's peak will last for at least the next millennium.

In such a long time, they must have died long ago anyway, since even the best life-extending surgery couldn't make a mortal live for a thousand years.

This glorious era of humankind allowed them to indulge in pleasure and extravagance.

But now, when Guilliman brought the Ash Claws, who had fled from the Ghoul Stars, before the Highlord and played the Thinker Database of the Vicious Claws, everyone fell silent.

This...it's actually real?!
Zoe and the Ash Claws who escaped the Greenskin campaign all had basic recording devices on their power armor, which should have served as proof of their military achievements and battle records.

But now, thanks to those videos and images, the high lords are able to see for themselves those well-equipped, ridiculously large green-skinned orcs.

They also witnessed how easily the Orcs' Battle Moons could crush the Ash Claws' naval fleet, despite the obsolescence of these ancient battleships and battle barges.

When the green-skinned orcs chanted "Kork" in unison, some of the high lords even turned ashen-faced as if they had been frightened, and their servants hurriedly gave their masters medicine.

“I have never deceived you. If I were after power, I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble.”

"All High Lords, from this moment forward, I declare the Empire in a state of total war."

"This inevitable war is not just about us and the green-skinned orcs."

The Eldar and the Necromancers will also send forces to help us fight the Orcs.

"The Emperor is above us, he is witnessing us. We must destroy those green-skinned orcs with overwhelming force, and we cannot give them another chance to grow stronger."

Guilliman's resounding declaration echoed in the conference hall, and this time the Imperial Guard was completely behind him.

These products of the emperor's perfect alchemy have already keenly sensed the danger.

The Imperial Guard alone could not stop the greenskin orcs. At this point, they had no choice but to support the Primarch and his war efforts.

Do you have any objections?

Guilliman's sharp, piercing gaze swept around, while the high lords sat upright, each expressing their opinions.

"The Imperial Navy will obey your command, Commander." The admiral rose and saluted.

"The Astral Army will select its most elite warriors to go to the Eastern Galaxy, and send as many forces as possible while ensuring the stability of other star sectors."

The commander-in-chief of the Astral Army also completely backed down. Now was not the time to consider the power they held. If they wanted to fight amongst themselves at this point, they would be courting death.

"The navigator will fully cooperate with the Empire's military deployment; we know the priorities."

Ambassador Alicia, the Navigator, said in a deep voice that she would do everything in her power to prevent the widespread adoption of the Space Bridge, but this would not conflict with her continued cooperation with the Empire's war mobilization.

After all, only as long as the empire and order exist, can their navigator family maintain its position.

Meanwhile, the senior officials and second-level supervisors of the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Internal Affairs also expressed their support and stood by Guilliman's side.

To disagree at such a time would undoubtedly provoke everyone's anger and contempt.

“Very good, I am glad that you can come together again.”

Guilliman's heartbeat gradually quickened. He hadn't been able to arrive in time for the rebellion a hundred years ago, so let this race war a hundred years later show his worth.

"As long as the flag of the double-headed eagle continues to fly, the glory of mankind will not be trampled by any enemy."

“We once destroyed the orc empire of Ulanor, and now we can destroy another ghoul orc empire.”

"As long as mortals, Astartes, the Mechanicus, and the many components of the Empire can unite as one, we have no fear of any enemy!"

……

After Guilliman issued a war mobilization order to the High Overlords, this vast Galactic Empire, which had been developing peacefully for over a century, is now entering a state of war from top to bottom.

The supreme command originated from Terra and began to spread across the five major star regions of the Milky Way, along various Star Speaker stations and the nascent Space Bridge network.

The Nest City and the Military World began to intensify their recruitment efforts. The Star Guardians, who were originally stationed in the Pacific Star Region, the Storm Star Region, and the Solar Star Region, were ordered to march towards the northeast corner of the Milky Way.

Tens of thousands of Imperial Navy personnel orderly left their original defense zones and used warp travel to reach the war zone around the Ghoul Cluster to stand by.

Trillions of people have had their life trajectories dramatically altered under the influence of this order.

They might have become artists, wandering merchants, writers, or even just ordinary workers and commoners, but now they have become warriors wielding weapons and wearing heavy armor.

Countless lovers bid farewell to each other, promising to fall in love again after the war ended.

Some children, husbands, and fathers, after asking their families for one last hug, resolutely boarded the Imperial Navy's transport ships and headed to distant places they had never been before.

"Your Majesty, please bless my family and bring them back safely."

The airport where the warship departed heard more devout prayers than the church.

Countless elderly people, wives, and children watched the warship's tail flames grow dimmer and dimmer, wondering if they would ever be able to reunite with their families again in this lifetime.

Among these humans who headed to the northeast of the galaxy was Rosie.

"The situation in the solar system has stabilized, and the space bridge is being expanded and constructed in an orderly manner. It is expected that in the next few decades, the solar system will be able to use the space bridge to establish stable connections with human worlds in other surrounding star systems."

"I have also transferred the gains from other universes, such as the original casting upgrade technology, the Sentinel Iron Man technology, and Cybertronian transformation technology, to the Advanced Technology Community. With Caul and Rand overseeing things, I am very reassured."

Rose stood in front of Guilliman's desk, bidding farewell to her old friend whom she had only recently reunited with.

"I can't fully utilize my abilities by staying in the solar system, so I'm going to the front lines of the Ghoul Stars."

"With me here, we can better coordinate the Necromancers and the Eldar. I doubt anyone else could do that."

"And you, you will still have to stay in this chair, which is bound by endless government documents and countless bureaucrats, for a while longer."

"Once you have everything arranged, you can go to the front lines and return to your Five Hundred Worlds to command the war."

Guilliman's face also showed bitterness as he listened to Rosie's farewell words.

He knew that Losi was right; the front lines needed someone of sufficient stature to take control of the situation.

“Vulcan should be able to respond to our call. You can have him cooperate with your plan. My Fire Dragon Brothers will make the most appropriate choice.”

Guilliman didn't mince words; that's not his style.

Although in his heart he was actually very reluctant to see Rosie leave.

They had been separated for a century, and now that they had finally reunited, they could only spend a few months together.

Moreover, during these past few months, the two have mostly been busy with their own things in Terra and Ganymede, and the time they actually spend together is very limited.

For these two most powerful people in human empires, even seeing their closest friends was a luxury.

"Wait, there's one more thing we need to do before you leave."

Just as Rosie was about to set off, Guilliman suddenly remembered something and stopped him a few steps away.

Guilliman carefully took out a slightly yellowed group photo from his armor's storage space.

Those were the moments captured when Losi and his partner rushed to Makulag's aid.

"I never expected you would keep it with you all this time." Luo Xi was also a little emotional, realizing that so much time had passed without her noticing.

"Let's take this photo and then take another one together."

The stone figures that served in the office immediately brought over a camera, while Rosie stood beside Guilliman, and the Primarch knelt down to lower his height.

“I’ll just stand on the chair,” Rosie said, refusing Guilliman’s offer.

He then stood on the chair that Guilliman had used for his office, and with the Primarch slightly bowing, they were able to maintain a harmonious posture.

With a click of the shutter, the two photos were handed to the two people respectively.

In the photo, Guilliman is holding the old photograph between his fingertips, while Rosie has her arm around Guilliman's shoulder, and both of them are smiling brightly.

"A perfect capture of the moment, sirs," the stone golem assistant said respectfully.

"Take care. When you go to deal with those green-skinned orcs, the most important thing is to ensure your own safety. Nothing else matters."

"We humans have a vast family and great resources; we can lose anyone, but we cannot lose someone like you."

Guilliman felt a pang of anxiety as he thought about Loshi's upcoming campaign against the orc empire led by the ancient orcs.

"I know, I know."

Luo Xi smiled, waved, and then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)