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

Chapter 109 Barabas Dantioch
The Ultramarines received a signal from the Primarch, and Prieto, with the Ever-Victorious Army following behind him, entered the garden from several other directions, with the Mortal Guards also following behind Astartes.

The power sword activated the disintegration field and the plasma gun was ready to fire at any time.

Luo Xi hid behind these big guys and followed in. Beside him was the Lord of Palace Affairs, Ms. Yuton.

No one dared to act rashly. Right before everyone's eyes, the shadow in the garden suddenly began to split in two, as if something had lifted the curtain, revealing the truth hidden inside.

Guilliman lowered his bolter.

Before his eyes, a solid and real figure walked out from the darkness. The steel mask, the poorly maintained Mark 3 power armor, and the emblem unique to the Fourth Legion branded on the power armor revealed the identity of the person before him.

"The Warsmith, Barabas Dantioch."

Guilliman knew the man before him, in fact, was impressed.

Son of his renegade Iron Lord, Barabas Dantioch was an Olympian who once served as Warsmith and Trident of the Iron Warriors and was a trusted subordinate of Perturabo.

In the year 30 of the 999th Millennium, the IV Legion suffered heavy losses in its expedition against the Hrud aliens in the Saktrada Abyss. More than Astartes were killed, the Queen of Glory-class battleship Iron Blood was nearly sunk, and the Primarch was hit by the enemy's entropic weapons, losing thousands of years of his natural lifespan.

This true Iron Warrior directly denounced the Primarch's poor command, and was then dismissed from his post by Perturabo, stripped of his Terminator armor, and even his name was removed from the Legion.

The exiled Dantioch refused to come to the aid of the rebels after the Legion's rebellion, and for nearly a year held out against the enemy with only a handful of Astartes and a mortal legion.

In the end, the great warrior detonated the Citadel of Pain, destroying the rebels on it and the Emperor-class Titan named Om Messiah's Glass, and then captured a Stormbird of the Sons of Horus and successfully evacuated.

This was an incredibly brilliant achievement, so when the warsmith arrived in Macragge he was warmly received by Guilliman, who entrusted him with two tasks: to help build the Greater Ultramar defense system and to study the secrets of Pharos.

"Why are you on Macragge? The port has not received any foreign ships in weeks, and we should be half a sector away from each other," Guilliman said. "You should be on the planet called Sotha."

"Yes, my lord." The Warsmith's voice was a little weak. This was the aftereffect of being hit by the Hrud's entropic weapons. He even needed the life support system of the power armor to stay alive.

This is extremely rare for a Space Marine, as even the oldest Astartes are far from entering old age.

Guilliman looked at Dantioch in front of him, waiting for him to give a satisfactory answer.

The ghost that had been haunting Macragge for more than ten days turned out to be this Space Marine far away in Sosa.

"Sir, in fact, I am still in Sosa. We are talking across half a star field."

Half a star field?

Guilliman wanted to say that this was impossible. There was no way for humans to communicate with zero delay across thousands of light years. At this distance, if they wanted to contact each other, they could only rely on astropaths to send astropathic messages, just like people sent letters to each other in the distant past.

Write a letter, put a stamp on it, put it in a mailbox, and then the postman will deliver it to the designated location.

Essentially, today's astropathic communications are no different.

But the Warsmith before him was so real, his image and voice were as if right in front of him, and even the Primarch's observation skills could not tell the difference between the real and the fake.

At this moment, the Warsmith was indeed in a cold cave atop Mount Pharos in Sotha, where he initiated a conversation with Guilliman.

He stretched out his right hand and touched the phantom of Guilliman in front of him with his fingertips. His fingers penetrated the Primarch's armor as if they were dipped into water, causing slight ripples.

"It's Faros. We found a way to activate this alien technological creation. With the power of Faros, I can communicate with you across the galaxy." said Dantioch.

"So all the ghosts that appeared in Macragge were you? In the past few weeks?"

The Warsmith nodded in affirmation. "The room I'm in is called Prime Position Alpha. We conducted a test start-up about three weeks ago. The system of this machine has been activated, and we are working very hard to establish contact with Macragge."

Guilliman's heart was pounding; he hadn't been this excited in a long time.

The last time I had this feeling was when I saw the battle planet Amatra.

Faros is a relic discovered by the exploration team he sent hundreds of years ago. It is some kind of alien technological creation with unknown abilities.

And he sent Dantioch just as a casual attempt. They had been studying this thing for hundreds of years, but no one had figured out its purpose yet.

No, that conclusion is outdated, the Warsmiths have mastered the use of the Pharos.

The Lord of Ultramar realized that the object he had been searching for, the one that could illuminate the galaxy, had finally appeared before his eyes. "Why have I never seen the light you emit until today?"

"Because we have just completed the synchronization. Before, we have been groping and trying, and now we have succeeded." Dantioch smiled.

"This is technology that we cannot understand. If we can crack the principle of how it transmits signals, perhaps we can also master this method of communication," speculated the War Blacksmith.

"What a bold idea! The things in our dreams actually exist." Guilliman was so excited that he put down his demeanor and paced back and forth in the garden.

"It belongs to a civilization that has long disappeared. Its history is much longer than that of humans. They even perished before humans were born." Dantioch reported the traces he found in Pharos. Even the little he found was enough to shock and awe him from the bottom of his heart.

"This is all your credit. You were convinced that it had great value and kept sending wise men to study it. Now, luckily, I have achieved the result." The Warsmith's words were very humble, but Guilliman shook his head.

"No, this is your credit. Your wisdom has cracked the problem of Pharos. This is not a miracle caused by the accumulation of numbers. It is a manifestation of your ability." The Primarch strongly affirmed Dantioch's ability. His words were full of passion and affirmation.

Dantioch gritted his teeth, an iron mask branded on his face blocking his expression.

"When I was with Perturabo, he never affirmed our efforts, but now the Primarch of the Ultramarines has expressed his infinite affirmation and praise for me... Why is there such a big gap between the Primarchs?"

The Warsmith complained in his heart. He maintained the creed of the Iron Warriors that they were made of steel inside and out, and maintained a calm and cold attitude.

"Dantioch, you must remain calm and not let your joy show on the surface." The Warsmith brainwashed himself in his heart, "You must be strong inside and out, and you must not betray Lord Roboute's trust."

Guilliman naturally didn't know that Dantioch had already carried out dozens of self-attacks in this short period of time. In his eyes, the war blacksmith was as calm and rational as ever, as if he would never panic.

"Protect the Pharos device on Sosa. By the Emperor, it is vital to the Five Hundred Worlds. Dantioch, promise me you will protect it!" Guilliman repeated.

The Warsmith's heart was filled with passion, and he nodded steadily. When the Primarch once again gave him great hope, he felt his body, which had been aged by the entropy weapon, rekindled with passion.

"I will continue to send people to help you study Pharos. Wait for my good news."

The conversation between the two parties was temporarily interrupted. Guilliman looked delighted. The Lord of Ultramar, who had not been happy for a long time, never stopped smiling.

"Everyone, I declare that the dark times are about to pass, and we have the power to illuminate the galaxy again!"

The mortal guards and ever-victorious soldiers present shouted in unison: "Long live the Five Hundred Worlds, Long live Guilliman."

After everyone calmed down a little, Guilliman called Roche over.

"My friend, I can't think of anyone better suited for this task than you. I implore you to understand the principles of the operation of the Pharos. We cannot allow the lifeline of the Five Hundred Worlds to depend on an alien creation."

Roche understood what Guilliman meant. In the past two years, the Lord of Macragge had personally come to Mustafar four times to inquire about his progress.

He knew that Roche's ship carried most of the wisdom of mankind in the 21st millennium, and hoped that he could find an STC template that could break the storm of destruction and allow humans to communicate again.

Unfortunately, he always returned empty-handed. The technology of the Golden Age was not omnipotent. Moreover, except for a few far-sighted people at that time, no one would have thought that one day the peaceful subspace would become the horrible state it is today.

A strong sense of trust and mission was brewing in his heart. Looking at Guilliman's deep blue eyes, Roxi couldn't say anything to refuse.

"Damn it, what on earth did that bastard called the Emperor stuff into the Primarch, and I couldn't even say no."

Roxi cursed in his heart. Even for him, an immortal who had lived for tens of thousands of years, he was completely unable to refuse Guilliman's plea.

What kind of humanoid succubus is this?

"I understand." Luo Xi did not make a long assurance, only a simple promise.

But these words calmed Guilliman's heart.

He could always trust Luo Xi.

This was a tacit understanding reached between two like-minded people over the years. Guilliman firmly believed that Roche was a person like him and they shared the same ideals and beliefs.

Therefore, he was bold enough to trust a person who came from ten thousand years ago.

(End of this chapter)