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

Chapter 156: Giving Civilization to the Years
Some powerful psychics are able to peer into the future through their psychic abilities.

This is not an extraordinary ability. The future seen by most psychics is scattered and fragmented, and it is even difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.

In Luo Xi's opinion, these psychic prophecies are quite similar to the ancient Earth ritual called divination, which can predict good or bad luck before things happen.

Especially because of the influence of the subspace, the time in the conventional concept does not flow linearly. Sometimes it twists and turns, and even the past and the future overlap.

"Now that I'm here, what do you want to say to me, the unpredictable person you mentioned?"

Luo Xi was also very curious about what shocking words the speaker in front of him could say.

"You do not belong to this era, but you already bear the mark of the Divine Emperor."

Luo Xi was slightly stunned. What did it mean that he had already been branded by the Emperor of God?
He has never seen the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind.

"I will never admit my mistake. You have the aura of the Emperor's favor. It feels like the cold sun. There is no way it can be fake."

The hermit's determined look made Roche really unsure. He recalled Guilliman's conjecture with some trepidation: the Chief was an identity of the Emperor.

"That's impossible. I prefer to believe that some passerby I met on the road is the Emperor, this guy who pretends to be a ghost."

Luo Xi could not accept the equivalence between the two. The former was the most respected person in his mind, and although the latter did equally great things, his bad behavior made Luo Xi unable to agree with it.

"I don't have anything shocking to say to you, except this: stay alive. You are part of the plan, a very crucial part, and the Chaos Gods have already begun to notice you. You'd better take care of yourself."

After saying this, the hermit closed his eyes, but then he added as if he had forgotten what he had said.

"That book, the Lowell Book, you must remember to carry it with you."

That biography?

Luo Xi was a little puzzled. The essay written by the legendary hero of Amatra, Lowell McKeon, was now collected on his ship. According to the agreement, he kept the original copy of the book and continued to spread the things recorded in the book to more people.

Seeing that the hermit didn't seem to want to explain, Luo Xi gave up the idea of ​​asking further questions.

The biggest problem with these people with religious beliefs is that they are unwilling to speak clearly. They always keep things mysterious and vague, saying half of what they say and leaving the other half unsaid.

As someone who had witnessed the power of the Emperor firsthand in the Warp, Roche was certain that this guy knew much more than that, and that even this conversation might be part of the calculations of some being.

He felt that since he woke up, all his experiences had been driven forward by an invisible hand.

He really wanted to question and have things explained clearly to the owner of that hand. What was there that couldn't be broken down and explained clearly?

But, whether he wanted to or not, Luo Xi had to be pushed forward.

"Hmph, I'll let you relax for a while. Once the black stone is in place, you'll have something to do."

According to Guilliman's plan, once the Blackstone Fortress used to summon Warp creatures is completed, the hermit will become the busiest fisherman in the thirty-first millennium.

Sitting alone on the black stone altar, fishing in the warp, randomly selecting lucky demons to become slaves of humans.

Is this also a kind of eternal fishing to some extent?
At that time, it was time to repay this riddler who spoke half of his sentences and left the other half unsaid.

Roche left the dark underground prison, with Ventanus following beside him. According to Guilliman's wishes, the Ultramarines Captain would be transferred to the newly formed intelligence department to be responsible for this aspect of the work.

"Don't worry about the Hermit. He can't possibly escape from here."

"My lord, what I am actually worried about is something else breaking in. The hermit's identity is very special. Once the news leaks out, those traitors will hunt him down to the death." Ventanus replied.

"Especially the Word Bearers. If they learn that their comrades have not only surrendered, but also betrayed their faith in the Warp, they will never give up."

"In that case, this is the mission you will continue to be responsible for. Farewell, Captain Ventanus." The entanglement between Ventanus and the Word Bearers will eventually continue beyond Calth. Perhaps they will continue to fight in the form of a spy war, where there is no light.

Roche and Ventanus parted at the door of this secret prison. There was no way he would let this newly promoted war hero accompany him around the streets of Macragge.

Apart from anything else, he couldn't do anything just with Ventanus, who was fully armored, following him.

Although Macragge is the home planet of the Ultramarines, there will not be a single idle Ultramarines wandering around the streets.

"I am just a projection now. I don't need bodyguards or anything. I am free and easy."

While Faros's brain was operating far away, this technological creation from the Necrons read his mind and teleported Roshi to a civilian area in another corner of the city.

“Convenient, very convenient.”

Luo Xi walked out of a corner alley and blended into the noisy streets and alleys very easily.

Rather than dealing with those heavy affairs all day long, talking about responsibilities and power all the time, he prefers to empty his mind and wander around in these urban places.

The bustling crowd made his empty heart feel fulfilled, as if he was still living on Earth in the 21st century.

The news of the Primarch's assassination was absolutely confidential, and anyone who knew about it had to be kept secret. Although there was some chaos in the inner court of Guilliman's palace, outside in the city of Macragge, everything was no different from usual.

He was like a dusty traveler, wandering through the streets and alleys of the civilian area.

He passed by a food store where a civilian meditator display screen hung on the wall indicated the rise and fall of food prices.

Luo Xi saw that except for a slight increase at the beginning, the prices of food sold in this store were falling almost every day.

"Is it because of the plummeting food prices caused by mature industrial synthetic food? It seems that I have indeed changed some things."

Since coming to Macragge, Roshi has been committed to using technology to change people's living standards.

Among them, food is naturally the most important part. He was puzzled by the fact that farming is still necessary on agricultural planets in the interstellar age, but he expressed his understanding and also proposed his solution.

A complete set of STC modules for industrial synthetic starch and protein substances, which can continuously produce synthetic food that meets the nutritional needs of the human body.

All that is needed is some carbon dioxide, energy and water, as well as some trace elements that can be mass-produced. These machines placed in the food factory can produce food for the entire Macragge like an assembly line.

There is no need for hard work of reclamation, no need for interstellar trade across the stars to transport food from the agricultural world to the hive population world. Macragge can rely on these technological creations to be self-sufficient.

Even on a planet like Macragge, there are poor people. There may not be the typical tower-shaped hive cities here, but there are still slums.

Led by the Primarch and the bureaucracy, food created by advanced technology was provided to the people of Macragge almost free of charge.

In addition, the cheap electricity provided by the magnetic power station is also entering everyone's life. Even those dark underground cities and those intricate sewer pipes can be illuminated by the light that never turns off around the clock.

Knowledge is also cheap. The libraries that have sprung up like mushrooms on Macragge are open to everyone for free. In addition to patriotic education on loyalty to the Empire and the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, most of the books contained in them are enlightenment science books.

By searching the Thinker System in the library, one can get authoritative information in almost any field of production and culture. As long as one is willing, the best teachers will teach knowledge to any seeker through the mode of holographic video.

Roxi watched Macragge's rapid changes eagerly. Through his efforts, he would gradually transform humans back to their enlightened, civilized, and rational state.

This is also what he realized during this period of time. It is not enough to just spread the flame of humanity. What is more important is civilization, the splendid culture created by humans, and those precious spirits.

He called it: giving civilization to the years.

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(End of this chapter)