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

Chapter 271: Attack of Agent John (Please subscribe)
Macragge.

Cabal agent John Grammaticus and Word Bearer Narek are navigating the intricate underground network of this vast city.

This is also the only place where there is a chance to avoid the surveillance of the Ultramarines.

Through his psychic mind-reading abilities, John discovered that Vulkan was currently in a secret base of the Ultramarines, and based on the other party's feedback, the Fire Dragon Lord might have been subdued by his brothers and sent into a stasis state.

"Vulkan's consciousness is still in a state of madness. This is an opportunity, but how can we bypass those Extreme Marines?" John was thinking of a solution.

"I must tell you that once we are discovered, there will be tens of thousands of Ultramarines who will kill us at all costs, especially me. Who told me that the armor I am wearing belongs to the Word Bearers Legion?"

"Even if I remain loyal, my cousins ​​will not mind turning me into ashes before I express my position."

Narek the Word Bearer wiped his huge sniper rifle, completely ignoring the smelly sewage under his feet. He answered Agent John's questions while cleaning the gun.

He hoped that John would give up the foolish idea of ​​assassinating Vulkan, and then go with him to kill Lorgar the Word Bearer and put an end to the traitors who betrayed the Emperor.

According to the agreement, he will help John assassinate the Lord of Fire Dragon, and the other party will help him after the task is completed. However, if they can't do anything to Vulcan, it won't be considered a breach of promise.

I helped but didn't do it, but it still counts as helping.

"Huh? Someone is coming."

Narek's psychic perception suddenly detected something unusual. In the dark and silent underground pipe, there was suddenly the sound of footsteps belonging to a stranger.

He instantly put the sniper rifle behind his back, pulled out a platinum tactical dagger from his waist, grabbed the bolt pistol in his other hand, and hid behind a pillar vigilantly.

The Astartes' superhuman senses activated together, his bolt pistol moving with rapid aim, trying to determine the enemy's position by sound.

There was only one person's footsteps.

At least the person who came was not an Ultramarines. If those cousins ​​from the Thirteenth Legion had discovered him, they would definitely not come alone.

The overwhelming number of Smurfs will completely block the entire area and force him to surrender or simply destroy everything.

Agent John realized something, he stood up and approached the footsteps.

From the corner of the corridor made of stone bricks and rock layers, a middle-aged man with an old face walked out slowly. He was wearing a fur coat and had fine stubble on his face and chin. Narek saw two Eldar weapons in his hands.

It was a star dart pistol of the Eldar, and Narek immediately realized the other party's identity and origin.

Another cult agent.

Both sides drew their weapons at the same time and pointed them at each other in the dark and narrow tube.

Bolters and Shuriken pistols faced off, deadly weapons belonging to both humans and Eldar pointed at each other.

"Stop! You! Now!"

John immediately rushed between the two men and blocked the bullet with his body.

Although neither the explosive bombs nor the darts could be blocked by the human body, John's attitude still calmed the two of them down a lot.

"I heard you were held hostage, so I came all the way to rescue you. Look what you did? Get out of the way!"

The unkempt cult agent shouted, motioning John to come over.

"Damon, we have reached a cooperation, and the information you received is outdated." John explained, turning his head and signaling Narek to remain restrained.

The bolter in the Word Bearer's hand slowly dropped down. Another cult agent, apparently an Immortal. Could those damn aliens have already artificially created Immortals?
He recalled his conversation with Eldrad Uslan, who had recruited him to fight against the Cabal, the aliens who were plotting in the shadows and achieving their disgusting goals.

Although Narek didn't like Uslan either, compared to these guys, the Eldar was still okay.

Seeing that the black bolter was no longer pointed at his head, the Cabal agent Damon also moved his Star Mark pistol away. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to fight a Space Marine in such an environment. Although he was also an Immortal, the taste of death was indeed unpleasant.

The three of them slowly approached at John's signal, but Narek and Damon were still wary of each other.

"What are you doing here? I'm carrying out my mission." John asked with a frown.

"Why? You ask me why I'm here? Don't you know the numbers? Your progress is so slow that the elders in the secret sect are a little worried. They sent me to monitor you and urge you on."

Another bastard who betrayed humanity, the Word Bearer thought to himself, resisting the urge to kill him.

"They asked me to tell you that Vulkan must die for the future of the galaxy. According to our prophecy, Vulkan will return to Terra and become the last guardian of the throne world. We can't let this happen. The situation must develop as we planned." Damon said.

He pointed to the black package in John's arms, inside which was hidden a weapon capable of killing immortals - a lightning stone spear, which contained the psychic power of the Emperor of Mankind.

"Using it can completely kill Vulkan and prevent him from being resurrected again, then the things we saw in the prophecy will not happen again."

Damon scratched his scalp. His messy hair was covered with dandruff. He was a little confused. The situation was not what he knew.

"Originally our plan was to hand this thing over to the Night Haunter, who would kill Vulkan himself. We foresaw that he would start a massacre in Macragge and create great chaos, but when I got here I found that everything was different from what the prophet told us."

Of course John knew what the other party was talking about. Conrad Curze only caused a storm, but was suppressed by Guilliman and Lion. Even now, he didn't know where Midnight Haunter was being imprisoned, and even his telepathic ability could not sense anything.

"Why did you kill Vulkan instead of other Primarchs, such as Lorgar the Word Bearer?"

Narek's voice rang out from the speaker of his tactical helmet, and he wanted to know why Vulkan was their target.

"In order for Horus to win this war, Vulkan's existence is related to the ending of Terra. According to the prophecy, he will be the backup of the Emperor of Mankind. We don't know what the tyrant is planning, but it is always right to destroy his plan."

"We must make this war of betrayal more tragic. It would be best if the human race is completely extinct. Once humans are extinct, without the huge amount of life emotions to support them, the subspace will no longer be able to make large-scale interventions in the real universe."

Damon said nonchalantly, twirling his Eldar Shuriken pistol.

"Young man, I wonder if you have experience in putting out fires. If you want to put out a wildfire, there is a method that goes beyond the inertia of thinking, which is to [fight fire with fire]. Horus' victory and the extinction of mankind will become the fire that the cult needs, allowing Chaos to be burned out at its climax."

"If the only thing required to save the galaxy is sacrificing humans, then it's a pretty good deal."

Narek narrowed his eyes under the helmet. He could not tolerate this human-looking guy sentencing his own race to death with such a casualness.

If the person who said this was an alien, he would not be so completely angry, because the two people have completely different positions, but Damon is a human being, at least he looks like a human being.

John, who was standing by, couldn't help but grit his teeth after hearing Damon's words. He was struggling violently inside, and the pain of being torn apart made his expression grim.

He remembered what the Eldar named Eldgradd Ulslan had said to him when he first came to the surface of Macragge.

The other party hoped that he would stop working for the cult and do something that he really wanted to do and that would benefit the race in his miserable life.

"I don't want to kill Vulkan. He is a Primarch. He should play his role in this precarious moment for humanity. A Primarch is more important than an ordinary person in any case."

"I have to wake Vulkan up, or at least restore him from his madness. A mad Primarch is no different from being dead."

"And if I go against the will of the cult, those damned aliens will definitely kill me completely, the kind that even my immortal ability can't save me from."

John thought to himself that this might cost him his life, but was it important to him?

He had lived too long. When he was fighting on Iwo Jima during World War II, he met aliens who called themselves the Esoteric Cult. They recruited him and took him away from the earth. Thirty thousand years had exhausted all his passion for life.

It seems like a good idea to be able to contribute to humanity in the last moments of your life.

(End of this chapter)