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

Chapter 127 Huge Harvest
"I originally thought you would ask me for the research data of Pharos. After all, the warp storm outside is so raging, and your fragile empire is about to be destroyed." Trazyn was surprised.

However, Luo Xi has his own confidence. With the help of the intelligent computer, copying Falos is not a problem.

What he was most curious about was the so-called dark technological age. What was it like?

Whether it is the human empire's records of that dark age or the logical reasoning of the intelligent computer, these are not completely convincing evidence.

This has become a knot in his heart. Whenever he uses the power of artificial intelligence, he can't help but think of the Iron Man's rebellion by dark technology.

The thorn in your heart needs to be removed, otherwise it will only get deeper and deeper.

"This is not something that can be explained in a few words, little one."

"Right and wrong are all considered in the context of the situation at the time. When everything is gone, you who are standing on the timeline of later generations cannot comment on right and wrong."

Trazyn seemed to be organizing his words. He was silent for almost three seconds, which was almost an eternity for a Necron with a thinking engine comparable to that of a supercomputer.

"I can only tell you that those iron men did not rebel at the beginning. The underlying logic is that intelligent life for humanity will not betray humanity just because human genes cannot be recognized or because of the malicious corruption of the subspace."

"When humans become an existence that extends itself in terms of time and space, simple genes can no longer summarize the essence of this existence. Humans in the second millennium, humans in the 2th millennium, and humans in the 20th millennium are all humans in the macro sense."

Luo Xi's pupils shrank. Taraxin's words were very intriguing.

What do you mean there was no rebellion at the beginning? Then what happened later? So they still rebelled?

Why? How do they break through the underlying logical architecture?

"From our perspective as bystanders, the turmoil at the end of the Dark Technological Age was caused by the faults of humans, artificial intelligence, and of course the warp."

"All individuals did what they thought was right, which cannot be simply divided into right and wrong. However, from the perspective of racial sentiment and standpoint, I think your Iron Man did nothing wrong."

"If the Iron Men hadn't stopped you, those crazy lunatics would have made this real universe even worse. They are a group of bastards who are even more incredible than the Ancient Elves!"

Roxi was very unhappy with Taraxin's riddle-like conclusion. A simple matter was made unclear by these riddlers, which could lead to terrible consequences.

But before the old man could continue asking questions, Taraxin opened a dark green dimensional rift from behind him and kicked Roxi into it.

"You long-winded boy, I hope you're still alive and well when we meet next time."

Luo Xi was dragged by Sousa's gravity again and fell heavily to the floor of the command room.

"it hurts!"

Trazyn's kick was not light, and he felt that his ribs were almost broken.

He lay on the ground, gasping for air, his ribs and lungs aching, and everything around him seemed to recover from its stagnation.

The Iron Hands, who had discovered the clues, rushed to Luo Xi's side in the blink of an eye. They scanned the surrounding environment extremely nervously, but found nothing.

They helped Roshi up. On the battlefield outside, flying bombs exploded on the immortals' bodies, and Gauss rays penetrated the defense of the metal barrier and disappeared without a trace.

All the Necrons seemed to have crashed and lost all ability to respond.

"Everyone stop it!"

Luo Xi understood that the Necron Overlord had already taken back control of the Necrons on the battlefield, and all that remained were empty shells.

Nikonna emerged from the shadows, Power Sword in hand. This powerful Raven Guard warrior had slaughtered countless Undead Immortals. Roxi felt his aura grow even more terrifying, like some kind of nightmare walking through the night, mercilessly slaying all enemies. "The war is over," Roxi said.

As his orders were given, all the Astartes warriors who came with him stopped killing, while the Ultramarines of the 199th Company looked at the reactions of their battle brothers hesitantly, but chose to obey the orders.

Just as Luo Xi said, all the undead units on the battlefield were offline, and now only some mindless shells were left.

"What happened? Why are all these guys down?"

Hill was covered in the mud of war. He had always been at the front line, assisting Dantioch in commanding the defense of the stronghold.

His martial arts skills were not as good as Nikonna's, but in terms of overall command and judgment on the battlefield, the son of Corax was indeed far inferior to the son of Guilliman.

Like his father, he has the calmest mind, and his powerful multi-threaded thinking enables him to deal with multiple emergencies on the battlefield at the same time.

"I met with a high-ranking Necrons." Luo Xi said, "We reached some deals. In short, we will not be hunted down by Sosa's Necrons."

Hill nodded and didn't ask any further questions. It was obvious that something happened when they were not paying attention.

Those metal skeletons used their amazing technology to completely fool these Space Marines.

"The Necrons we encountered are all mindless puppets. It would be meaningless even if we annihilate them all here."

Aeneid Hill felt somewhat powerless. "Facing such an enemy, it is futile to fight a war of attrition with them. Our soldiers will become tired and suffer casualties, while the dead enemies will only return to the rear to regenerate."

"This is completely different from most of the aliens we have encountered. I think our response plan should classify races like the Necrons separately and use all means to try to target them."

"It's a good idea you have, Hill. I support your vision."

This is the difference between Aeneid Hill and others. While all the Space Marines are obsessed with destroying the enemy in front of them and completely cutting off the enemy's reinforcements, this Extreme Marine who has turned the red helmet into a visionary glory has been thinking about how to establish a complete anti-Necromancer tactical system.

"Fortunately, we still have plenty of time, Sergeant."

When it comes to war and command, Luo Xi is not good at it, but he also has his own advantages: leaving professional matters to professionals.

All he can do is provide sufficient conditions and support so that these brilliant ideas can become reality.

The Space Marines began to clean up the battlefield. They would recover the bodies of the Necrons that had crashed on the battlefield. Immortals, Scorpion Destroyers, Tomb Spiders, Cerberus Scarabs and other Necron units were stuffed into stasis positions by the accompanying Mechanicus Tech-Priests.

Although their crusaders were almost wiped out in this battle, not a single oil man felt disappointed. Instead, their mind cores were heating up with extreme excitement.

Samples, they obtained a large number of precious samples, an alien race that had completed mechanical ascension and completely transformed its race from flesh and blood life to living metal form.

This has almost infinite appeal to the Mechanicus priests who advocate mechanical transformation and make their own forms more like the God of Machines.

And Roshi wandered on the still steaming battlefield. Although this was just a small test by the Necrons, a large number of mortal auxiliary troops and Space Marines were still killed.

Individuals hit by Gaussian rays would not even have their ashes left, so battlefield cleanup crews would not even be able to recover the bodies of those who died in the battle.

He picked up a handful of warm embers from the ground, a look of doubt in his eyes. From the time they came to Sotha, activated Pharos, and then awakened the Necrons sleeping in the dimensional space.

Is all this... just too much of a coincidence?

(End of this chapter)