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

Chapter 203 The Emperor on the Timeline

The strange changes that happened to the Midnight Haunter made everyone extremely alert.

The dormant Iron Man Veronica entered a combat stance, and more than a dozen Tesla arc launchers popped out of the adamantium cage, all aimed at Conrad, who was wrapped in psychic light.

If the situation gets completely out of control, Guilliman and Roche will evacuate immediately and use annihilation bombs to turn everything here into nothingness.

It would be better to capture a traitor Primarch alive, but if there is a risk that Night Haunter will escape, Guilliman does not mind killing this treacherous brother.

"The anti-psychic team is on the way and is expected to arrive in forty-five seconds." Roxi looked at the information feedback on the data board, ready to use Pharos to evacuate him and Guilliman at any time.

“Wait a little longer, the situation seems... not out of control.” Guilliman stood still, staring at the Midnight Haunter who was behaving strangely.

The strength of Conrad's psychic power is rising rapidly. Only an Alpha-level psychic will trigger the red alarm of the cage, and Midnight Haunter has already exceeded the initial warning value.

"The psyker is out of control. No, not really."

What happened to Conrad was somewhat different from the psychics who lost control in the records. When the psychics' will was not firm, or when they were severely stimulated or faced a life-and-death crisis, their psychic power would completely explode out of control and turn into a powerful weapon of extinction.

Even psychics who lose control can easily attract malicious beings from the subspace and use this open portal to enter the real universe.

The mutated Primarch, the Midnight Ghost, whose body was filled with a huge amount of psychic energy, saw a scene that made him tremble in the prophecy that could no longer be called an illusion.

Behind the mortal named Roche, a pair of eyes burning with blazing golden flames were looking at him. Those eyes were sharper than lightning and brighter than the sun, but Conrad still recognized them. They were the eyes of his father, the Emperor.

No, to be more precise, it was the eyes of the future emperor.

At least in the future that Conrad predicted, the emperor at this point in time was far from being that powerful, and in those burning eyes, Conrad could not see any trace of humanity, but only coldness, rationality and divinity.

The Emperor, it seemed, had truly become some grand, transcendent divine being, just as his foolish brother Lorgar Aurelion had imagined worshipping.

"Father!"

Conrad's madness was burned out by the cold sun, and he couldn't help but shouting his father's name.

He had seen the Emperor fall on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit, after having defeated Horus, who was blessed by four Warp gods, with great difficulty, and then being carried to the Golden Throne by the loyalists, and enduring ten thousand years in stasis.

However, the Emperor still has humanity. He is a man, not a god. How dare that idiot Aurelion use the word God to insult the Emperor?

And now, when he saw Roche, the uncontrollable psychic prophecy seemed to touch the future in the realm of the warp. The divine emperor he saw was now looking at him from the timeline.

He could not control his prophetic ability and was forced to be deeply involved in it.

But the Emperor had no intention of responding. Conrad only felt that he had fallen into a star, and the endless light and heat evaporated him.

"Why, why father, that mortal..." Conrad wanted to ask more questions, but when he wanted to continue investigating Luo Xi's background, the gaze from downstream of the timeline completely extinguished all his thoughts.

At this moment, Midnight Haunter realized that perhaps this weak mortal was more important in the eyes of the Emperor.

It was so important that the Emperor had even been keeping an eye on the timeline, and no one was aware of this. It was only because his predictive ability offended the Emperor's sight that a warning from the future was brought about.

He had a vague feeling that if any other being attempted to predict Luo Xi's future, they would surely be met with a God-Emperor's devastating punishment, not a mere warning. "That mortal named Luo Xi is unpredictable, but I can still sense the changes his transformation will bring to the predetermined future through prophecy. But even this kind of change is not allowed to be observed?"

Conrad murmured that the so-called unpredictable person was like a transparent ship. Observers could not see its existence, but the waves and ripples left by the ship when it sailed in the water were observable.

Why, why did the emperor pay so much attention to him? Even at the cost of extinguishing all malicious spying on him?

The inferiority and sensitivity in Koz's character almost drove him crazy. He resisted the crazy prophecy, but the harder he resisted, the more he couldn't extricate himself.

He came all the way from Nostramo, claiming to be the executioner of evil and the defender of justice, but what he was unwilling to admit deep down in his heart was that he was also guilty, and the prophecy might just be an excuse and umbrella for him to deceive himself.

Midnight Haunter is in great conflict and pain. He hates everyone including the Emperor, but he also hopes to be forgiven by his father.

He wanted to tell the Emperor about the pain of being tormented by the prophecy, confess his powerlessness, and cry that it was the prophecy that destroyed him, but the Emperor in that timeline didn't even think of responding.

It's like a helpless and aggrieved child who wants to cry to his father, but his father doesn't even bother to look at him.

This made his enthusiasm and indignation seem like a basin of ice water from Fenris was poured on him. He was stunned, dazed and at a loss.

The great existence on that timeline gradually faded away. He was interfering with reality, and this interference was not allowed by reality. It was just that the opponent's power was too strong, so strong that he could overwhelm reality with his own will.

Before the Emperor's shadow disappeared, Conrad seemed to hear a very faint call in his ears.

"Conrad, the future, the future."

The voice was extremely weak, like a person shouting into a warp storm, and the shout passed through the storm, across the distance between the stars, and even across time, and came to him.

Conrad Coates was like a drowning man grasping at a straw, listening greedily to the call.

The voice flashed by so quickly that it made people doubt whether it existed, but Koz knew that it did exist.

The Midnight Ghost in the cage suddenly became quiet, and the flashing psychic light disappeared without a trace. He just squatted down, folded his arms in front of his knees, and squatted down.

The terrifying high-voltage electric current seemed to be nothing, and Koz had a creepy smile on his face, which was even more terrifying than the ferocious expression he had when he committed the massacre at the memorial.

Even Guilliman had never seen his mad brother so calm. He even suspected that Midnight Haunter had lost control of his body to a great demon in the Warp during the psychic outburst.

Seeing this, Luo Xi turned off the high voltage electricity, leaving Midnight Ghost alone and quietly in the prison.

For some reason, when he saw Koz's pale face, he vaguely felt that the other party's madness and self-destructive tendencies seemed to have faded a lot.

He was like a madman who had been crazy for a long time and suddenly woke up one day.

Although the strange phenomenon that just happened was intense, it actually only lasted for a few seconds. Even the anti-psychic team that Luo Xi urgently dispatched did not have time to get out of the elevator.

In this short period of time, Conrad Kurtz experienced an extreme change in emotions, and Roche didn't know whether it was good or bad.

He just felt that the way Conrad looked at him was gradually becoming strange.

(End of this chapter)