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

Chapter 126 My choice
"The scream of the birth of the Warp God blew away the long-lasting Warp storm. Taking this God-given opportunity, the Emperor began the Great Crusade to unify mankind and integrate this race once again."

After learning most of the causes and consequences from the Undead Overlord, Luo Xi gained new insights into some things that were previously incomprehensible.

He understood why the Emperor had been so eager to launch the Great Crusade, and why he had governed the conquered worlds in such a crude and disastrous way.

Why does he always seem to be racing against time and carrying out the great expedition with an almost life-and-death attitude?

"Yes, yes, there is only one chance. The Eldar spent 60 million years dying before awakening a Warp God, causing the Warp Storm that has existed since the Age of Strife to dissipate."

"Only by eliminating the interference of the subspace storm can humans rely on the Great Expedition to conquer their homeland and unify the human civilizations lost in the galaxy again."

Luo Xi had to admit that from the very beginning he had subjective prejudice and hostility towards this emperor whom he had never met.

In the past, humans practiced an alliance system, in which humans scattered across the galaxy formed a grand, but not very close, human alliance.

When he woke up from his slumber and found a guy who was promoting feudal monarchy and claiming to be the master of mankind, he instinctively thought that he was a dictator who was reversing history.

"Our history of tens of thousands of years has proven this. If we want to strengthen our ability to act and cohesion in a short period of time, the imperial system that has long been thrown into the dustbin of history is a good choice. At least it is better than the loose human alliance."

Luo Xi gave a bitter smile, realizing that he had misunderstood a person who had tried every possible means, put aside all trivial matters, just to seize every minute and every second to fulfill the dream of human unification and rejuvenation.

It's just that the emperor seemed to succeed, but also seemed to fail.

He did almost complete the Great Crusade, recovering most of the human micro-civilizations that had been lost during the Age of Strife, and making humanity a whole again.

Guilliman's Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar were an independent political entity during that period.

But after the Great Crusade was completed, his son, Horus Lupercal, betrayed his father and, under the instigation and manipulation of the Chaos Gods, launched a great rebellion.

"The mission entrusted to me by the Chief, from the beginning I was only thinking about escaping and hiding in a place without enemies to restart human civilization, and now I have established an alliance with Guilliman and cooperated with each other."

"It's just a minor incident. Compared with the efforts and sacrifices made by the Emperor of Mankind, it's not worth mentioning at all."

As Trazyn watched Roshi's expression change, he realized that he was engaged in a tense ideological struggle.

Its cold heart actually gave rise to an emotion called anticipation, and it was curious about what kind of answer humans would give.

The Undead Overlord of Solemnas never hesitates to use despicable means when collecting precious items, including robbery, theft, and even deception.

In its museum, it even houses some of its fellow Necrons, which Trazyn had forcibly brought into its collection through violent means.

In the human exhibition area, it also houses a whole batch of pure gene seeds of the Emperor's Children. Only Trazyn still remembers that this batch of gene seeds was transported by the Emperor to help his beloved son Fulgrim and save the Emperor's Children from the blight that spread among them.

However, during transportation, the ship was robbed by the Necrons who had been targeting it for a long time, which led to a series of tragedies that happened to the Emperor's Children later.

It is a robber and a thief. Even the Storm King Imotekh angrily offers a reward for its head, denouncing this despicable guy as being too annoying.

But when Taraxin faces someone it respects, it will try its best to respect the other party's wishes. This is its collector's principle and the criterion it relies on to maintain its emotions.

The former Necrontyr, now the Necrons, have so stubbornly adhered to some seemingly absurd principles precisely because they have lost the emotions that are essential to life.

These principles can make them feel like they are still alive, rather than a piece of cold metal.

Principles are extremely important to these metal skeletons.

"How about it, are you willing to stay here, in my museum? Perhaps I need an equally immortal human deputy curator."

"Endless life can sometimes be too lonely."

The Undead Overlord made his own offer, which was an invitation full of sincerity.

Although the humans that Luo Xi had just seen were still alive and well, they were essentially slaves and servants of the Necrons, a charity driven by the precious kindness of the Necron Overlord.

And now, the condition given by Trazyn is to acknowledge the existence of Roxi and be willing to share with him the treatment of being a necrophile.

One is as a collection and a slave, the other is as a friend and partner. There is a world of difference between the two.

"Don't worry about your mission. You can hand over your Doomsday Ark to the ambitious Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds. I believe his ability is much greater than yours. They are not ordinary humans, but demigods walking in the world."

Trazyn's metal hands rubbed and polished against each other. Looking at the cheap look on its face, Roxie knew that its collecting habit had come back.

A Primarch, a unique being in the entire universe, would be a most precious collection. If given the chance, he wouldn't mind collecting a few. "Don't get me wrong, I have no interest in your ship. Compared to our Necrontyr technology, the things from your Golden Age of Humanity are nothing more than that."

Luo Xi knew that there was nothing wrong with what the arrogant Undead Overlord said. In front of the Necrons whose technology had reached the ceiling of the real universe, even the golden age of mankind was not enough.

"Besides, I have better ones. Some starships from the post-Golden Age, the Dark Space Age."

Taraxin's words immediately aroused Luo Xi's curiosity. Until now, he had never seen the real forbidden technology of the Dark Technology Age.

"Well, if you promise me to stay in the museum, I'll take you to see my proud collection, how about that?"

Luo Xi fell silent.

He could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

A voice persuaded him that Guilliman was far better than him, and if it was this demigod who was responsible for carrying out the future reinforcement plan, he would definitely do a better job than him.

Another voice was roaring, this was a shameful escape, the chief had chosen you to reinforce the future plan, this was a great obligation rather than a right, and obligations could not be avoided.

His eyes flickered, revealing his inner struggle.

Maybe it was a long time, maybe it was the next second, he sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Master Trazyn, I refuse your invitation."

When Luo Xi opened his eyes again, there was no more hesitation or flicker in them, only the unyielding determination to move forward.

He had a few moments of wanting to escape, but in the end, he chose to stick to his mission.

"I know you will still choose this path. I see it."

Trazyn waved the Empathy Annihilation Staff in his hand, and Roxi did not dodge at all, because dodging was useless in front of this Necron overlord.

This is his choice, and once it has been decided, it will not be changed.

"Go ahead, I respect you."

Surprisingly, Trazyn did not resort to coercive measures, such as using its magical stasis stance to forcibly collect Roche.

Trazyn turned his back on her, leaving only his back.

"In the past, there were people like you among us Necrontyr. We fought bravely for the dream of racial revival."

"Now we Necrontyr have become Necrons, we have shed our ephemeral lives and gained nearly immortal metal bodies. But—"

The Undead Overlord's voice was drawn out, and Luo Xi felt a trace of imperceptible sadness from it.

Although Trazyn appears to be indifferent and casual on the surface, deep down he still feels sad for the current state of the Necrons.

"But our society has become so muddled and stubborn that we can no longer create or appreciate art of any kind. Little one, I hope you will remember—"

Trazyn turned his head and said slowly, "Eternal life and technology alone are not enough to make life valuable. This is a warning from a dead race to those who come after them."

Luo Xi watched the Undead Overlord walk further and further away, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally shouted:
"Wait, you promised me a small reward!"

Trazyn, who had created a very tragic atmosphere, staggered suddenly.

It was furious and rushed to Luo Xi with the empathy annihilation staff at the speed of almost super-dimensional teleportation, and its mouth was against his face and it roared loudly.

"Do you understand the atmosphere? I recorded this scene just now, but you ruined a perfect ending!"

Luo Xi faced Taraxin's roar calmly. Anyway, this iron skeleton couldn't spit out saliva.

"What do you want? I can tell you that I can never give you my rare collections."

"I want to know the truth about the Dark Ages of Technology. What happened at that time?"

(End of this chapter)