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

Chapter 77 Praise the God of All Things
"Lord Gage, you should be respectful of the creation of the God of All Machines. It needs to be maintained and cared for perfectly, otherwise the great machine spirit will be displeased!"

Barker Dylan, a sage from the Adeptus Mechanicus, appeared on the holographic projection platform on the bridge of the Macragge's Glory. At this moment, the technical priest was on the battle planet of the Virgin.

Most of his body was covered by a rust-colored robe, his flesh and blood replaced by dark metal, and countless fine metal pipes extended from the back of his head to his limbs.

His face was completely hidden by a cluster of technological implants, and a red electronic prosthetic eye was flashing high-frequency light.

The tech-priest is much larger than the chapter master, with two huge but extremely flexible piston mechanical arms swinging behind him, and the sharp drills and research instruments at the tips swaying slowly as he moves.

"Sage, how long will it take us to catch up with that ship?" Gage asked.

Buckel Dylan was the forge director sent by Mars to the Five Hundred Worlds. He once assisted Guilliman in building one forge world after another in this far eastern region, spreading the glory of the God of All Machines to this distant star region.

"The machine soul is recovering from the overload. This will take time. Be patient." The Mechanical Sages are not strictly speaking members of the Empire. They are members of the Empire's ally, the Mechanicus. When Gage asked the question, he just responded slowly.

"Incredible, incredible, Captain, where did you find this lost planet in the Extreme Star Field? Why have I never heard of it?" Facing the sage's anxious questioning, Gage had a blank expression on his face and still laughed it off to cover it up.

He couldn't say that this battle planet was just built a few months ago, and the people who built it even thought it was just a temporary substitute.

The Primarch strictly ordered them to keep the secret and not reveal any information about Roche.

Buckle's electronic eyes were analyzing Gage's body language every minute and every second. Even the subtle facial expressions could not escape his observation. After all the data entered the thinking module for analysis, he sighed.

"Lord Guilliman is still unwilling to tell us the origin of this great planet. It must be a relic from before the Old Night Era. It has preserved too many precious technologies, which are missing from Mars!"

"For example, this great weapon that can launch dense neutron clusters in the form of projectiles has such power that even the Abyss Fury-class battleships secretly built by the traitors cannot withstand it. I can feel its machine soul roaring. This is the punishment from the God of All Machines!"

"Being able to build the Abyssal Fury-class battleship, I suspect that Mars's Forge General Kyber Har has even betrayed the Empire."

The piston pump of the technical priest was leaking lubricating oil all the time, and the installed thought processor was in a constant climax. He couldn't believe what kind of crazy reaction Mars would have once he learned about the loss of this big guy.

Even though the war is raging in the galaxy, there are still countless sages driving their mechanical arks to make a pilgrimage. This planet is extremely sacred, it is full of precious lost technology, and it is so complete, so... new.

A Magus of the Forge Master level has many ways to discover the nature of matter, and even on Mars there are only a few who are better than him. When Guilliman found him and asked him to maintain and operate the battle planet, he found clues.

Many things on it are brand new, and the interior of the star is a transformed and bound asteroid. The subspace engine at the core of the planet can put the entire planet into a jumping state, and behind it is mature energy technology and a strong control of gravity.

Although theoretically, this highly mechanized asteroid could have been found in a mezzanine space that stopped at some point in time, and therefore did not experience the passage of a long period of time, the sage still noticed many things that were wrong.

But none of this matters. What matters is that the planet is now in his hands, and he has plenty of time to study and analyze it slowly.

Whether it is a heretical technology or not is just a matter of words from him.

"Ring the bell once! Push the lever and activate the piston and pump!"

The forger, along with a group of mechanical servants and low-level technical priests, gathered around the logic center. They lit the sacred incense in an orderly manner, and the forgers personally applied holy oil to the surface of the instrument.

"Ring the bell twice! Press the button to start the engine, ignite the turbine, and breathe life into it!"

The giant bell inherited from the distant past was struck rhythmically, and the logicians connected their brain processors to the thinking network created by the God of All Machines. They praised the greatness of Ohm Messiah and felt the huge data rushing like an ocean.

"Ring the great bell three times! Sing in unison, and praise the God of All Things!"

All the technical priests, even those mechanical servants whose brains had been removed and could only serve as tools, spoke out, singing enthusiastically in praise of this miracle of technology.

The low-level intelligence Roche had placed at the core also sensed these human actions, and a sense of confusion gradually emerged within its processor. It could instantly process vast amounts of data through its computing core and the auxiliary Thinker systems outside, calculating minute gravitational deviations at various locations throughout the celestial body and precisely regulating the gravity generator, but it lacked the ability to evolve itself.

In order to allay Guilliman's concerns, Roche restricted this intelligence so that it could only serve as a processing core to control this war weapon and could not continue to evolve.

But under the worship of these fanatical technical priests, the intelligence of the battle planet actually developed a trace of self-awareness.

The limitations that had troubled it were overcome, and it mobilized the designed components on its body. The speed at which the planetary engine pushed the star gradually exceeded the design limits, and the entire planet seemed to come alive.

"Very good, the machine spirit is pleased with our efforts!" Sage Baker noticed that the state of the battle planet had changed, and he immediately shouted loudly, praising this miracle to his heart's content.

The abnormal situation on the battle planet was quickly transmitted to the bridge of the Red Alert. Luo Xi looked at the data on the screen with a serious face. His worldview was challenged.

Because the data shows that the battle planet is currently operating at 105% of its output power.

"Is this the machine soul? When the machine soul is very happy, it can make artificial constructs exert power beyond common sense. Is there something wrong with me or is there something wrong with this universe?"

At this moment, Luo Xi had to admit that the Mechanicus did have its own unique features.

In this terrible universe, worshiping and comforting machines actually works.

"Pika, what do you think?" Roxi asked the Red Alert's onboard intelligent computer. Unlike the castrated intelligent computer left on the battle planet, Pika was an advanced intelligence jointly developed by the Chief and other top scientists. He had thoughts and ideas like humans, as well as his own emotions and likes and dislikes.

Its underlying logic is based on the continuation of human civilization, and it is this logic that has accompanied Roche to the present day, ten thousand years later.

[My sub-body has changed. It has developed its own thoughts, but this is different from advanced wisdom. It is more like enlightenment and awakening.]

Pica said this.

[I detected traces of the subspace on it, the power of the non-material world]

"Subspace..." Luo Xi savored these three words carefully. The Sea of ​​Souls has become inseparable from human beings, and now even mechanical creations will be affected by it.

But he didn't know whether this change was good or bad.

"These are not important. What is important is that we have defeated the combined forces of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters, and the Triumvirate is about to escape!" Guilliman stood beside Roche, staring at the warship hiding behind the wreckage of the Blessed Lady.

The destruction of the Blessed Lady had driven the Word Bearers mad. They abandoned their troops still on the planet's surface and used all their might to power the engines of the Triumvirate. They only wanted to escape the trap.

The Ultramarines used Amaterra as bait, exposing hidden weapons such as battle planets in an attempt to annihilate them all.

Even Lorgar shuddered at the depth of Guilliman's schemes, at the depth of his brother's scheming.

Is it possible that his exposed rationality, gentleness, or even weakness and pedantry are all disguises?
Guilliman is a liar! Just as much of a liar as the Emperor!

Were his disastrous defeat at Calth, and the massacres of the worlds and peoples of the Five Hundred Worlds, all bait to make them let down their guard?

However, the Great Word Bearer did not know this. Before Guilliman possessed the battle planet, his biggest strategic goal was simply to expel the combined forces of the Word Bearers and the World Eaters. He knew that it was easy to defeat the enemy, but it was almost impossible to annihilate them all.

It was only because of the interference of an outsider, Luo Xi, that the direction of the war changed.

Guilliman did not know that in the eyes of the Great Bearer, he had become a cunning conspirator, and that everything he did was a false disguise. However, even if he knew, he would probably just laugh out loud. It was enough for him to make the traitors pay the price with blood.

(End of this chapter)