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

Chapter 209 It’s All Conrad’s Fault
"That's what happened. When I saw Vulcan, he was already a charred wreck without any life. I didn't mean to hide it, but the situation was not suitable at that time."

Deep in the secret base, Guilliman sat on an iron throne that fit his body shape, while Lion sat on the other side. His brother stared at him unkindly and vented his anger with heavy breathing.

"This is not an excuse. Even if he is dead, you should have told me." Ryan was still dissatisfied.

He was already extremely wary of Guilliman, and had anticipated that this not-so-honest brother must be hiding something.

But he didn't expect that what Guilliman concealed was the death of another brother.

"Didn't you also conceal Curze's whereabouts? Wise and mighty Lion King, if Conrad hadn't jumped from that damned airdrop pod to Macragge, would you have also planned to keep it a secret?"

Guilliman was not to be outdone and kept holding on to the matter of Curze.

"This is different."

"What's the difference?"

After the two of them had a quarrel, they chose to shut up tacitly. After all, there was no point in arguing any further.

If both parties make mistakes, it is the same as no mistake.

"By the way, how did you find this place? Do you also have an intelligence network in my world?" Guilliman was extremely alert. He noticed why Lion appeared here.

Logically, he shouldn't have noticed this base.

The lion just tapped his temple with his index finger and said in a proud tone: "It's just my intuition. My intuition tells me there is a secret here." He turned and asked, "What about you? How did you feel the spot so accurately and stop me with one shot?"

Roboute took a deep breath and let it out.

"It was Curze. He told me that Vulkan was still alive, so I rushed over to check the situation. Who knew I'd run into you guys fighting at the door?"

"It seems that Konrad is responsible for our brother's transformation." Guilliman directed the blame at Midnight Haunter.

"I agree. It's all Conrad's fault, that damn beast." The Lion King also took the opportunity to back off and tacitly skipped the question.

In a more secure room, Roche was checking on Vulkan who was in stasis.

Although he was blocked by the stasis field, Vulkan inside still had a ferocious look with bloodshot eyes. He was undoubtedly a giant. Roxi standing in front of him was like a child.

He still hadn't taken off Guilliman's armor. The Fire Dragon Lord was over five meters tall in the armor, with his muscles bulging with veins, as if he would break free from it in the next moment.

Luo Xi was holding a data tablet in his hand. Vulkan's condition was weird. If you only looked at his physical condition, his vitality was so strong that it was outrageous. Even the Orks who were known for their tenacious vitality were not one percent as strong as Vulkan.

But contrary to the vigorous vitality of his body, Vulkan's brain was a mess. Roche could not analyze the brain structure of a Primarch, that was a new science, but he could roughly determine that Vulkan was completely crazy.

"Vulkan suffered a long period of torture. During that long period of time, something continued to inflict cruel punishment on him. Those horrible things destroyed his sanity, which also led to his madness."

Roche's words silenced the two Primarchs. They knew very well that there was only one person who could defeat the will of the Nocturne Fire Dragon, and that was Midnight Haunter.

"If Vulkan has been in Conrad's hands since he disappeared from Isstvan V, then everything can be explained."

Guilliman said in a heavy tone, it was a very long time, and their brother was suffering at the hands of the Night Haunter.

That's why Vulcan, who is known for his gentle and kind character, became like this.

"Your brother is an immortal like me." Luo Xi's face was heavy. He should have been happy to meet another immortal, but Vulkan's situation was indeed not optimistic.

"How can we save him? At any cost." Guilliman said. Just as he had brought Lion to the room with twenty-one chairs before, he had reserved a seat for each brother, and he had a brotherly love for each brother.

Guilliman felt particularly saddened by what happened to Vulkan, who was extremely popular among his fellow Primarchs.

"I don't know. This is not a simple physical injury. The physique of an immortal can restore his damaged body to new life. However, a person's will, mind, and soul have their limits, and these cannot be healed by the physique itself."

The immortals are just a kind of human. Although they are almost immune to death, in terms of willpower, they are no different from ordinary people.

"You mean to say that Vulkan will most likely always be like this? A deranged, irrational lunatic."

Guilliman had a hard time accepting this, especially after Vulkan's miraculous return from the dead.

"His problem is mental, or it's a trauma on the soul level. I don't have any particularly good solutions for this. My suggestion is that you can ask the Titus Think Tank to treat Vulcan's brain."

Luo Xi felt powerless again. There was very little he could do regarding the realm of psychic energy and soul.

"I see, Vulkan needs psychic help to restore his sanity."

They have always exercised restraint in the use of psychic powers, even going so far as to learn mature methods of using psychic powers from the White Scars, Space Wolves and other legions, but in the end they still had to rely on psychic powers to heal Vulkan.

This is a helpless compromise.

"I'll join."

Ryan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up, glanced down at Luo Xi, and then spoke.

"My legion also has a deep understanding of psychic power, and the Sandalwood Order is an expert in psychic power and the mind, and they can also lend a hand."

Ryan's statement surprised Luo Xi. Just now on the Thunder Hawk gunboat, he saw with his own eyes that the gloomy and silent Lion King was almost about to chop off Vulkan's head.

"He's my brother, and if I had a choice, I wouldn't kill him."

"So if you have no choice, you will swing the knife without hesitation?"

Luo Xi complained in his heart that those wolf cubs of Faffnar always claimed to be the descendants of the executioner, but Leman Russ was at best the Emperor's gendarme, and the real executioner was still Lion.

"In that case, let's take this opportunity to cooperate. Vulkan must wake up, and we need his strength." Guilliman made the decision. He planned to let the newly established think tank department of the Ultramarines communicate well with the Dark Angels.

It would be best if we could imitate some of the Dark Angels' systems, techniques, and ideas.

The so-called order system of the Dark Angels refers to a number of independent warrior groups dedicated to the protection of secret knowledge. Most orders focus on the weaknesses of certain enemies, or are proficient in some special tactics or weapons.

They are both scholars and warriors; they are researchers and practitioners. The Sandalwood Order mentioned by Ryan is a group that focuses on exploring and destroying alien races, especially some aliens that parasitize other races through mental or physical means.

According to some secret information obtained by Luo Xi, this organization called the Sandalwood Order once played an important role in the Dark Angels' fight against the [Randan] alien empire.

"We can't deal with the Dark Angels empty-handed again. As the Emperor's original legion, the First Legion has the power to back up the relic technology. This is a great opportunity!"

Luo Xi was extremely excited about the Dark Angels' relic technology warehouse. He only hoped to get more of the Dark Angels' relic technology through trading.

If some of them are technologies from the Dark Age of Technology, they can completely fill the gaps in the Red Alert technology tree.

(End of this chapter)