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

Chapter 141 Eternal Curse
"A poet from ancient Terra once said: If I have never seen the light, I can endure the darkness. This is my state of mind when I come to this era."

Roche also spoke out his feelings and began to complain to Guilliman.

"I don't know why the galaxy has become like this. Wars, wars everywhere. Even humans themselves are fighting each other for different ideals."

Guilliman's hands clenched into fists.

"To survive, to satisfy desires, to kill for the sake of killing, this is the true face of this universe."

"So you think it's us, the younger generations, who messed up everything?" Guilliman asked. He was very sincere, and Roche liked this trait of his.

"No, no, you are just victims. The galaxy had already become like this when you were born." Luo Xi waved his hands to deny it. In any case, this blame should not be borne by today's humans.

He has seen clearly that what the Emperor did was not wrong, and that the only way for humans to survive in this galaxy today is to become so ignorant.

Human beings can give up those terrifying technologies, can become ignorant and stupid, can become fanatical and autistic, all for survival, as long as they can survive, everything is worth it.

"From the results, the Chief and his team failed, and humanity still headed down the path of no return. This is the beginning of the Dark Age of Technology. To the extent that you have even forgotten that humanity once had a period of pioneering, enterprising, and healthy progress."

"Robot, you have not seen the magnificent time when mankind relied on itself to move from the cradle to the galaxy. Those ignorant and weak mortals in your eyes actually created incomparable brilliant achievements in the past."

Even just listening to Roche's description, Guilliman yearned for that legendary era.

If he were in that era, he might not have to bear the burden he has now, but could find an undeveloped planet to live a carefree pioneering life.

"After listening to your description, I understand my father a little bit." Guilliman seemed to have figured something out and said to Roche: "After my father withdrew from the Great Crusade and returned to Terra, he stripped the Primarchs of their presence in the Terran Council and chose to leave the Empire to mortals to govern."

"My father, the Emperor of Mankind, believed that mortals could govern themselves. Perhaps this was related to the good old days he had experienced."

Speaking of the Emperor, Guilliman suddenly had an idea and asked another question.

He had always been curious in his heart, but he didn't know when to ask this question.

"Luo Xi, you have survived from the distant past of mankind until now, haven't you ever met my father? I know that my father was born tens of thousands of years before Christ. Logically speaking, you two once lived together on Terra, or on Earth, for a long time."

"The Earth is big, but it's also small. As long as the timeline is long enough, you will eventually meet. The probability of meeting on a planet is completely different from the probability of meeting in a galaxy."

Luo Xi was silent.

He wanted to deny it, but he didn't know if he had really seen the emperor.

According to the rare records in the Imperial Database, as well as the data on the war against the Greenskin Orc Empire in which the Emperor himself attended, the Human Emperor was a giant at least five to six meters tall, his body filled with psychic energy as dazzling as the sun.

But who says that the Emperor looked like this in the past? It is too easy for a psychic to change his appearance.

"I can't answer yes or no to this, Luo Bao." Luo Xi thought for a moment, but still couldn't give a definite answer.

Guilliman showed an expression of "as expected", as if he was even more certain of his assumption, and continued to ask.

"Although I don't know my father very well, I know that he has personally participated in many important historical events. You may have met my father, but you don't know that he is the emperor."

"In your statements, you always mention a man named the Chief. I have never seen you worship a mortal to such an extent, and your worship is very consistent with our Primarch's worship of the Emperor."

"Tell me, is the chief you know an identity of my father?"

Roche was stunned by Guilliman's imagination. He wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed impossible.

The Chief had spearheaded many significant technological advancements. It was he who refined the Warp Engine and the Geller Field, bringing humanity's early invention of faster-than-light travel to its full maturity. He also participated in the research projects that created Stone Men and Iron Men. His wisdom was beyond description. If that were possible... The Chief was that damned Emperor.

Luo Xi couldn't help but shudder. That was really a terrible fact.

But Luo Xi quickly found a point to refute. He said: "Although our guesses are just assumptions, based on my understanding of the Chief, if he created you Primarchs, he would never treat you like this."

"The Emperor may be impeccable in other aspects, but I cannot agree with him at all in his treatment of you sons. He is an extremely bad father.

He completely failed in his duty to raise and discipline his son, and all he did was to throw his son into the dangerous galaxy and let him fend for himself. The Chief would not make such a stupid mistake."

"The galaxy is now engulfed in the flames of betrayal, and a large part of the reason is your father. He is not worthy of being a father at all, and the conflicts within your family are causing the entire human race to pay the price."

Guilliman's eloquence was choked by Roche's sharp criticism, because as long as he looked at it from a sufficiently objective perspective, the Emperor was indeed not a good father.

"Okay, okay, let's skip this assumption and talk about something else. In the tens of thousands of years you have lived, don't you have any family or descendants?"

"I have seen other immortals before. In a sense, my father, the Emperor, Malcador the Sigillite, is an immortal and a powerful psychic. Why don't you have any psychic powers?"

"I always thought that immortals must be psykers."

Roche discovered that Guilliman's curiosity was too strong. Although he always looked serious on the surface, once you got to know him well, you would find that Guilliman was actually a person with a very active mind.

Speaking of family, Luo Xi was a little dazed, because the concept represented by this word was too old.

"Luo Bao, of course I also had a family. Every human being is conceived by parents, but I am the only special one."

"I was forgotten by time. When I was fifty, I found that I still looked like I was twenty. I knew that aging had nothing to do with me. My family members left me one by one as time passed."

"As for lovers, of course I have fallen in love with someone before, and we have also had our own children, but time seems to have played a joke on me, and they all left me."

These memories all stopped at the beginning of Luo Xi's long life. After he experienced the departure of his loved ones one by one, he never had any emotion called love for any individual again.

"This is the sorrow of people like us. Not getting old is not a gift, but a curse. We will endure more love, hate, and separation than ordinary people, and then as time goes by, the memory of mortal brains will become blurred and faded, as if nothing had happened."

Luo Xi did not feel particularly sad when talking about these things, because no matter how strong the sadness was, it would have faded away after being washed away by thousands of years.

His memory was slightly better than that of ordinary people, but he couldn't even remember exactly what happened at that time.

Guilliman felt uneasy, realizing that he might have asked an inappropriate question, touching upon the painful memories of his only friend in order to satisfy his own curiosity.

But Luoxi continued talking to himself. When the floodgates of memory opened, those long-forgotten fragments of memory were likely to flood back again.

"Regarding psychic powers, I also cannot answer you. If all the immortals you have met have psychic powers of varying strengths, then what about me? Where is my psychic power? Where did it go?"

"Perhaps you are an exception, or perhaps your spiritual power has been taken away."

Guilliman consoled him, "Anyway, for the vast majority of psykers, psykers are also a curse. Psykers are more susceptible to corruption and invasion by the Warp. In this case, it's a good thing that you're not a psyker."

Luo Xi spread his hands and stared at this organism that had been with him for ten thousand years. Could it be that he also had psychic powers?

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