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

Chapter 177 The Dark Angel is Coming

Under the command of the Lion, the huge Indomitable Truth led the fleet towards the direction of the flash.

The hull of the Glorious Queen is shrouded in an invisible distortion field, helping it to avoid the impact of the terrifying storm.

With the help of this force field, the Dark Angels' fleet is like a reflection on the water. No matter how raging the warp storm is and how turbulent the water surface is, the reflection is still a reflection.

That was not the power of human technology, but the effect of an ancient relic obtained by Lion King Lion El Johnson from the Perditus galaxy.

The Tuchucha Engine, a relic technology created by an unknown race that is capable of performing warp jumps efficiently and accurately.

According to the self-awareness statement of this relic technology, its birth is closely related to those beings called Creators in the distant past.

"How long will it take to leave the subspace? Can you confirm the source of that beam of light?"

The dirt on the lion's armor was carefully cleaned by the servitor. He put his golden hair behind his head, placed one hand on the hilt of the lion sword, and stepped into the command room of the battleship's bridge.

"It will take another 12 Terra hours, sir." The captain beside him replied respectfully.

The navigator's eyes glowed with psychic blue light, and the psychic eye on his forehead was shrouded in a complex mechanical creation. In his hand, he held a scepter that could better exert his psychic power, and he tried his best to lock the position of the beacon.

Ryan sat on his metal throne and was about to call his steward, but then his memory reminded him that Kos Wayne had led a fleet alone to hunt down the damn Typhons.

"No matter who it is, the best guide for us is the loyalists. I am tired of these endless traitors. They have failed the Emperor's trust and the word loyalty."

The lion was talking to himself to the mindless servitor beside him, while the navigators and ship technicians all drooped their ears and pretended not to hear anything.

Not everyone is qualified to talk to the lion. The moody lion king is enough to scare everyone. And the chief eunuch, Coswayen, who is most in line with Ryan's wishes and always does everything well, is not on the Indomitable Truth now.

"I have learned about the farce of Isstvan III and Isstvan V. Those traitors dare not attack the First Legion, so they can only pick some weak legions to launch despicable sneak attacks."

Seeing that no one dared to respond, the Lion King's interest suddenly waned. If Coswayen were here, he would definitely not let the scene get dull.

They were the offspring that made him most proud and confident. After the death of Alajos, these legionnaires who were of good use seemed to be becoming fewer and fewer.

Thinking of this, a gloomy cloud suddenly appeared on the lion's face. He walked into the private secret elevator and came to a room on the Indomitable Truth that could not be discovered by any detector.

This is an absolutely empty room, without any unnecessary mechanical or electronic facilities.

In the past, this room was used by the Lion to store some dangerous relics from the Dark Age of Technology, which had to be kept under absolute safe surveillance.

Now, something far more sinister and elusive has taken their place.

Tuchucha, that's what it calls itself.

The lion stepped into the secret room and the explosion-proof door behind him closed immediately, blocking the transmission of all signals.

In front of Ryan's eyes was a perfect sphere, deep gray-black in color, with golden spots slowly floating and drifting on the surface. Its material was beyond human cognition and had the property of being indestructible.

It was actively bound to an ancient machine covered with dense cables. One of the cables was connected to a boy about 1.5 meters tall. His skin was covered with horrible scars, and his thin skin deeply outlined the lines of muscles and bones.

"That is the light of Pharos, from another alien race."

"You may call them the Necrons, the destroyers of stars, the wretched Necrontyr."

As if it knew the Lion King's purpose, the machine connected to the boy's servant spoke.

"I am everything and everywhere. I was once a servant of the Creator, but now I am free."

The boy servant said in a voice without any emotion.

"But you told me that you could not cross the Ruinstorm and bring me and my Legion back to Terra. That was beyond your capabilities."

The lion stared at the alien creature in front of him with extremely dangerous eyes, and no one knew what was going on in his mind.

Perhaps he was deciding which relic from the secret vault to use to destroy Tuchucha in front of him.

"I have never lied to you, my friend." Tuchucha controlled the boy's servitor and said, "The currents of the ether are boiling, and the evil gods of the warp are stirring up the storm. No one can leave here."

The lion king's murderous intent gradually subsided.

"When I return to the real universe, I will find a way to return to Terra to rescue my father, and then destroy the home planets of those traitors. Every traitor needs to be judged uniquely."

There was almost overflowing arrogance in the Lion's words, but it was also true that the First Legion had the ability to destroy any other legion.

"It's not just Horus and those traitors. Guilliman among the loyalists is also questionable. He is not much better than Horus. He'd better not be misled by those traitors. If he also becomes a running dog, then I don't mind destroying five hundred worlds together." And deep in the cabin of the Indomitable Truth, in the pitch-black darkness.

Midnight Ghost, who had just escaped from the lion's hunting, felt the hunter disappear. He closed his eyes and leaned against the metal bulkhead.

The body of the Midnight Haunter was shaking, like a mortal shivering in his blanket after catching a bad cold.

Whenever he closed his eyes, those extremely chaotic images would come to his mind, as if a big hand was forcing some messy information into his brain, and then weaving a torrent of illogical information.

Conrad Koz could only passively watch those scenes from the future.

Some of them come from the next second, and some even come from thousands of years later.

Only Conrad himself knew that his prophetic vision was not about watching other people's lives, but about personally participating in them. To him, everything was no different from the real thing.

Those familiar yet unfamiliar figures flashed by one by one, and the Midnight Haunter saw what would happen next through the prophecy.

He squatted down helplessly. The frantic psychic prophecy made his mental state even more unstable. This was more of an eternal torture than a gift. Fate grabbed his throat and forced him to drink the poisonous wine of the prophecy.

"Macragge, my most innocent brother, here I come."

Midnight Haunter's cloak had been torn into rags. Various stains were stuck to the equipment, emitting a foul stench. Only the faint red light from the surroundings could illuminate his sharp claws.

The air was filled with poisonous air that was deadly to mortals, but the Nostramo simply felt that the exhaust gas reminded him of the dark and humid environment of his home planet.

The battleship is in the process of jumping, and the warp engine inside the ship is releasing huge energy to tear down the barrier between the High Heaven and the real universe.

The hunted beast felt that his internal organs were being torn apart by the two intertwined forces, reality and illusion, soul and reality, and he roared in a low voice as if in pain, but also in enjoyment.

He laughed wildly and arrogantly, and his fangs, which were still covered with rotten flesh and blood, flashed a dangerous cold light.

Conrad knew that from this moment on, the prison that held him could no longer hold him.

Now, it's time to have some fun with his good brother, Lion's Jonson, who is determined to become the Warmaster.

The violent energy dissipated into the real universe, and the Mandeville point of the galaxy, which was closely observed by countless eyes, showed a horrific energy reaction.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"A huge energy reaction occurred at Mandeville Point!"

"The cruiser fleet is in place, the star fortress is in place, and the orbital defense platform is in place!"

"The battle planet Amatra is turning, be careful to avoid gravitational anomalies!"

The alarm of war spread quickly throughout the Macragge system, and all facilities designed to guard against invaders were activated instantly.

At this moment, the coronation ceremony for Roboute Guilliman was being prepared by Lady Euton and many planetary governors and public ministers.

Soon, they will announce the official establishment of the Second Empire. This newly born human empire will take over the burden of the old empire and continue human civilization in the eastern border of the galaxy.

The sudden war alarm disrupted the order at the scene. Guilliman was surprised, but a look of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

He stopped and stood before the throne prepared for him.

The laurel wreath in Lady Euton's hand is about to be placed on Roboute's head.

"The ceremony is temporarily suspended, the war is coming!"

When the war came, the Primarch finally had enough reason to put those trivial matters behind him, and everything would have to wait until the dust settled before making a final decision.

Countless information and intelligence were spreading in the void, and the forces of the entire galaxy were urgently gathering to prepare to deal with the unknown enemy.

"Who is the enemy? My brother who holds a grudge against me? Or those traitors who dare not show their faces?"

Guilliman entered the supreme command post accompanied by Grod, leader of the Ever-Victorious Army, and Auguston, the field commander, while Roche's virtual projection also appeared in the seat of the mortal adviser.

When the summarized intelligence was conveyed, Guilliman was shocked, and the excitement on his face was gone.

"Who is coming?" Luo Xi asked.

"The Dark Angels, here come those fucking Dark Angels!", Guilliman was roaring.

(End of this chapter)