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

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The Legion's most experienced apothecaries worked alongside the Mechanicus's bio-magos at the Primarch's bedside.

Guilliman's vital signs remained stable, and his specially made power armor was equipped with a state-of-the-art automatic medical system, enough to save the Primarch's life even with the most serious injuries.

His most serious injury was at the back of his head. The successive fatal bomb attacks had damaged his bones and muscles, and caused severe concussions in his brain tissue.

"The Primarch is in a coma. We infer that this is a self-protection reaction. His body is repairing the injuries."

The Mechanicus's biological sage replied.

In fact, in addition to his excitement about saving the Primarch, the Tech-Priest, who had made extensive modifications to his own body, was even more excited about the opportunity to glimpse the Primarch's physiological structure.

This is a rare opportunity that is almost impossible to happen.

Under the pretext of examination, he sent Guilliman into a magnetic resonance device capable of generating holographic images. This medical device from the Dark Age of Technology was capable of analyzing most of the physiological structures of living organisms.

As the reports came in, the tech-priest's electronic eyes flickered faster and faster.

"Oh, Om Messiah, this is incredible. How do these...how do these organs work?"

On the screen, Guilliman's internal condition was analyzed and displayed. The pharmacists and technical priests present could only understand the two organs called hearts.

Like the Astartes, the Primarchs possessed two hearts, the latter being surgically altered while the former were naturally created.

However, beyond that, the output holographic image is beyond the scope of what ordinary people can understand.

They had no idea what the various organs in the original body did, so they had no idea where to start.

"This is a product of the Emperor's bio-genetic technology. Each Primarch is a biological marvel that is beyond the comprehension of our intellect."

Guilliman's wounds were meticulously cleaned, the shrapnel and foreign objects were removed one by one, and then supplemented with bactericidal gel and medicinal spray to promote wound healing, the simple surgical treatment was completed.

Luo Xi was watching attentively from the side. Thanks to Tobakker Dylan, he had met these oil men before and the relationship between the two sides could be considered good.

Besides, he was just a projection and did not pose any threat to their treatment work.

Roche witnessed the wounds on Guilliman's body closing and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, especially the tissue at the back of his head, which was damaged by the bomb and healed itself within a few minutes.

A special needle is inserted into the vein, and the powerful toxin filtering device is fully activated to filter and clean the blood of the original body over and over again.

The Thinker at the side showed the filtered highly toxic substances, polonium metal and toxins secreted by various highly toxic alien creatures, being separated from the Primarch's blood.

"The poison contained in this drop of blood is enough to kill everyone in this room, including the Astartes."

The sage carefully placed the filtered toxins into a transparent reinforced glass container.

"Only the Primarch's vitality can withstand such a poison. Even if an Ork with strong vitality is contaminated by such a poison, there is only one way to go, which is death."

The Magus lamented that if he could figure out how the Primarch's immune system worked, it would be a huge step forward in his study of biology.

Thinking of this, the Biological Sage glanced at the Extreme Marine pharmacists who were eyeing him covetously, and the fantasy that had quietly arisen in his heart of wanting to take the opportunity to study the physiological structure of the Primarch was finally extinguished.

He knew very well that although he was able to participate in the team that rescued the Primarch, these Ultramarines had never let down their guard against him.

If he dared to make any move in such a situation, he would probably be chopped into pieces by these Extreme Warriors who were on the verge of going berserk.

The air pressure inside and outside the emergency room was so low that even the Mechanicus priests who were not very familiar with the ways of the world could feel that these Astartes really wanted to cut something to relax.

Outside the emergency room, Ms. Euton was arguing heatedly with Ultramarines' field commander, Fratus Auguston, and Librarian Prieto Titus.

"Ma'am, you shouldn't underestimate our Gene Father. This was just a minor assassination, and we did foil the enemy's plot."

The tall Auguston, dressed in battle armor, stood like a tower in front of the thin Lady Euton.

"Our beloved leader has unparalleled strength. He survived this ugly assassination attempt on his own. He would never fall in such an insignificant situation."

Although there was enough respect in his eyes, he still couldn't hide a hint of extremely subtle contempt and arrogance towards mortals.

Ms. Euton, however, remained unyielding. Her facial muscles were tense, and the fine lines and slightly sagging skin framed a glaring expression. "Why do you all believe he's an invulnerable god? Does he never make mistakes? You're always so stubborn, clinging to the belief that your Gene Father will never fall, that he will forever triumph over death, and possess boundless energy?"

"He is a human being, a son I watched grow up. He is not a demigod who should be blindly worshipped."

Auguston had never seen Ms. Euton so angry. He wanted to argue a few more words, but when he met those cloudy eyes that shone with brilliance, his courage suddenly weakened.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect."

Lady Euden stood with her head held high before Auguston, the field commander of Macragge and one of the most powerful men in the land, second only to First Chapter Master Marius Gage and the Four Paragons.

She raised the cane she was using for support and knocked twice on Auguston's gilded breastplate decoration.

"As the son of Roboute, you should learn respect and humility. Arrogance leads to failure, and failure leads to the destruction of hope."

"Auguston, yes, I am only a mortal, and you are an angel of the Emperor. I look after Macragge's legacy for Roboute. People are willing to listen to me because I am never reluctant to share my wisdom. You and I each have our own strengths."

"And what I want to teach you is: if you really respect your father, you should see his flaws and accept that he is not omnipotent. Your blind praise sounds more like a meaningless flattery."

Ms. Yuton almost trembled as she said, "The Ever-Victorious Army found more than 85 bullets in the room, each of which was tempered with toxins and psychic curses. He didn't even wear his armor completely."

The sound of the two people arguing penetrated the barrier of the emergency room, and even Luo Xi could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, he saw Guilliman's eyelids seemed to flicker.

The Lord of Macragge awakened from his slumber, and the pharmacists and mortal doctors around him almost fell to their knees in excitement. They were so afraid that the great leader would never wake up again.

"You woke up a long time ago, didn't you?"

Roxi whispered in the Primarch's ear.

Guilliman gave a wry smile, agreeing with Roche's guess.

He sat up slowly and waved his hand to send away the busy doctors.

"I want to see what will become of Macragge and the Five Hundred Worlds if I am no longer here, and whether anyone can take on the responsibility." Guilliman's face looked pale.

"You and I both know that this is not impossible. The sky of a country cannot be supported by just one king."

The Primarch's keen hearing naturally enabled him to hear clearly the quarrel outside the room, but he could not say anything. This was a long-standing conflict within Macragge and it would not be resolved overnight.

"Obviously, the Five Hundred Worlds cannot be without you. Instead of thinking about what to do if you fall, you should think about how to keep yourself away from the dangerous wall."

Roche could understand Guilliman's thoughts. He wanted to try whether the five hundred worlds could still operate stably if they were out of his control. This was not an evasion of responsibility, but a risk prediction and assessment.

"Don't think about running away. You know, Luo Bao, I sometimes wonder if I can let you take the responsibility for me if I'm not capable enough." Luo Xi said, "Even though human power is limited, even I haven't given up. How can you imagine yourself falling down?"

Guilliman did not say anything. He just held Roche's hand and uttered a few words weakly but firmly:
"If I fall, you can take it yourself."

"Help me, my friend. If that day ever comes, please take care of my country. I believe you can do it."

The Primarch's hands were a little cold, but Roche could feel the warmth of the blood flowing in Guilliman's chest.

"Do you really trust me that much? I can't even guarantee that I will complete the mission I'm responsible for, and you still want me to shoulder the responsibility of the Five Hundred Worlds?"

Luo Xi used the back of his hand to feel the temperature of Roboute's forehead and joked, "Also, these are the last words of an ancient Terran emperor named Liu Bei. If you use them, you will have to pay copyright fees."

"I will assume that you are still a little confused. Just be your pillar of support and don't fantasize about retiring one day."

There was not a trace of cloudiness in Guilliman's azure eyes; he was truly so sure in his heart.

"No one can live forever, including me. Maybe I should plan for this situation early on."

(End of this chapter)