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

Chapter 142 Big Mining Plan

Roche and Guilliman chatted in the audience room for several hours.

Their topics were completely unstructured, ranging from interesting anecdotes from the early days of human exploration to the irritating and foolish behavior of the empire.

But it is this kind of chat, where they talk about whatever comes to mind, that benefits both of them.

To outsiders, both of them are favored sons of heaven with lofty status and extraordinary power. Roche is a remnant of the Golden Age and the gravekeeper of human heritage, while Guilliman is the Emperor's biological son and a true demigod walking on earth.

Each of them possesses the lost technology that is supreme in the eyes of the Mechanicus, and any bit of it would be enough to defeat the Shadow Crusade launched by the traitors in Five Hundred Worlds.

The other was a bona fide Primarch, sovereign of five hundred worlds, whose every word and action determined the fate of hundreds of billions of people.

But putting aside those dazzling halos, only they themselves know that they are actually just a real unlucky guy.

Luo Xi guards the heritage of mankind, but he is very careful and dares not move it, for fear of making mistakes.

He has always maintained restraint and balance, using AI technology as safely as possible, because he is afraid that the tragedy of the Iron Man Rebellion will happen again, and that because of his negligence, humanity will be completely kicked into the grave and buried with a handful of soil.

And Guilliman, he seems to possess supreme power second only to the Emperor, and even now that the galaxy is blocked by the Storm of Destruction, he can become a genuine monarch of the Second Empire.

But only his servants and servitors knew that Guilliman had hardly slept since the Battle of Calth. He only had five minutes to close his eyes and take a nap, which was not even enough time for him to take off his armor.

There were endless documents and plans that needed his approval. Even if he finished dealing with a room full of documents, more would be delivered by the robot servants.

As for the war, when facing Angron and Lorgar, and the terrifying demons they summoned, only Guilliman himself could prevent the Ultramarines from suffering unbearable losses.

Every battle, even for a powerful Primarch, is a walk on the tightrope between life and death.

Ordinary planetary governors might have time and energy to indulge in entertainment, but for Guilliman, every minute and every second of his time was planned to the extreme. His greatest happiness might be to chat with Roche for a while after meeting with the legion representatives.

These two people are the unlucky ones who seem glamorous in the entire galaxy, but are actually suffocating under the pressure on their shoulders.

They cannot escape, and once they can't hold on, hundreds of billions of human beings will suffer a catastrophic disaster.

"After chatting about so much meaningless things, I almost forgot the purpose of looking for you this time."

After some casual chatting, Luo Xi finally remembered that he still had something to do.

He couldn't get away from Sosa, and even if Trazyn told him the information, it would still take a long time and a lot of effort to conquer the materialistic artifact of Pharos.

Roche briefly informed Guilliman of what had happened on Pharos. Although he omitted much about Trazyn, he gave a detailed account of the Necrons.

"For now, we should not provoke this alien race. Humanity, which is currently in the midst of a brutal civil war, cannot afford to have another enemy that was once the overlord of the galaxy."

"If the Necrons had not been in a long state of slumber, and a considerable number of them had not been damaged due to the long slumber, the Great Crusade of mankind might still be in a difficult battle now."

If other people heard what Luo Xi said, they would probably accuse him of being cowardly before fighting and appeasing the aliens.

The Great Crusade was a sweep and revenge against all aliens across the galaxy. Humanity considered those aliens who had occupied humanity's former heritage to be mortal enemies, a principle adhered to even by the rebellious Legions. "I understand. Even if we want to take action against the Necrons, we must wait until the war is over. From what you've described, those creatures, who have been dormant for over 60 million years, are at least technologically superior to humans. It's best not to provoke them."

Guilliman is a very rational person most of the time, which also allows him to listen to some advice that may not seem right.

"What do you need me to do? We must create our own Pharos. Relying on alien creations will cause problems sooner or later."

Guilliman completely put aside those theoretical parts. He did not need to figure them out by himself. Moreover, his several collaborations with Roche had proved one thing: he only needed to provide the necessary conditions according to Roche's requirements.

Whenever he asked for something, Roche would always take something useful out of his pocket.

Guilliman certainly didn't know that his actions had made him appear in Roxi's eyes the same as a virtual image of a man named Nobita Nobi from Ancient Terra.

"Nobi Guilliman, I need blackstone ore. The Necromancer Overlord only gave me a few coordinates containing blackstone ore, and most of the blackstone ore is not in the Ultima Segmentum."

Roche quickly added a prefix before Guilliman's name, and he read it over in a very fast tone. The Primarch just felt a little strange.

The key component of Pharos is black stone, and humans cannot avoid this magical mineral material in any way.

"In addition, Black Stone is also an excellent psychic material. When its polarity is changed, Black Stone can become a subspace insulator, which has a strong suppressive power against those malicious beings from the Sea of ​​Souls."

Luo Xi had previously worked hard to study ways to fight against the subspace. He even went to great lengths to search for soulless people in the Extreme Star Field and form a special force specifically against enemies in the subspace.

"I understand. I will order the Ultramarines, the Rogue Traders, and the Mechanicus's Oilers to conduct a census of the planets in the Ultramarine. We must find enough Blackrock ore even if we have to dig deep underground."

Because of Roche's words, Guilliman mobilized most of the human and material resources of the Five Hundred Worlds. After this one-minute conversation, hundreds of billions of people will be withdrawn from the original production plan and transferred to the task of finding the Black Stone.

The person in a high position can determine the success or failure of a country with just one word.

Luo Xi added: "By the way, if you find some unnatural traces in the black stone mine you find, then you should immediately give up the excavation, set up a cordon around it, and withdraw all human exploration teams. The Necrons like to use a lot of black stone to build their tomb worlds."

"If we dig up the graves and wake up the Necrons, we'll be in big trouble. The Necrons don't have a complete empire framework. Independent Necromancer dynasties make up the whole race. I don't know if they will give Trazyn a favor."

Even from its experience with the owner of the Solomons Museum, it may be notorious among its own species.

Guilliman agreed readily, but he couldn't help feeling a little guilty as he said it.

If he strictly forbids it, those mechanics of the Adeptus Mechanicus... should, may, probably, maybe, they will obey, right?
Although there are some alien races that have been dormant for tens of millions of years and are suspected to have completed mechanical ascension in those precious black stone mines, their bodies, their civilization tombs, and their remaining technology are stored in the black stone tombs.

Out of loyalty to the Imperium and their Primarch, these Mechanicus nerds should be able to reject their own desire for exploration and knowledge, and exercise restraint towards those Necron aliens that are right before their eyes and have even been instructed by the Primarch... right?

Guilliman could only hope that the Great Sage Barker Dylan, the Director of Forging of the Five Hundred Worlds, could control his disciples and ask them to restrain their desire for exploration as much as possible and not touch the sleeping undead.

"It's really a headache. The oil guys and the Empire are just partners. I just hope the trouble they cause me won't be too big."

(End of this chapter)