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

Chapter 275 John's Redemption (Please Subscribe)
"I can help you get rid of it." John's voice rang directly in Vulkan's mind.

"I can understand your pain. You have crossed the gap between life and death time and time again, and endured the torture of a twisted mind. Get rid of it, Lord Vulcan. Let me help you."

Vulkan's eyes were like the boiling furnace of Nocturne. John forced himself to look into his eyes, feeling as if his psychic energy had touched a burning piece of wrought iron.

That was the psychic power of the Fire Dragon Lord, a projection of a subspace entity in the real universe. John had heard that the top leaders of the cult had secretly studied the Emperor's creation, the incredible Primarch.

They had mentioned that the tyrant had plundered the essences of twenty Primarchs from the Warp, and used his psychic powers and genetic technology to infuse these essences into their real-world bodies.

The difficulty and technical content involved are beyond the imagination even of the esoteric Buddhism with its profound history.

Even the followers of the Warp gods and the Warp demons have to rely on sacrifices and rituals to come to the real universe, or simply appear within the range covered by the Eye of Terror.

The Emperor's Primarchs can walk in the real universe without any constraints. They are the darlings of both the material world and the Sea of ​​Souls. Even the powerful ones in the Warp hope to obtain one.

The current situation in the galaxy is that the four gods have each obtained a Primarch and reached a certain balance, but they are still craving for more.

"Except for Roboute Guilliman's reluctance to accept his own psychic powers, the stubborn Macragge's naivety caused him to resist anything that was not within the scope of the Imperial Truth, so he believed that he had no psychic powers, and indeed he showed no signs of psychic powers."

"What is his relationship with the green-skinned orcs? Why can he be my friend?"

Vulkan was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, muscles more perfect than those of ancient Terra's sculptures bulging out, and strong veins were clearly visible on his inky black skin.

"I understand you, Lord Vulkan, son of the Emperor of Mankind."

"We are all immortals. I know that kind of pain and confusion. Please believe that I can help you get rid of it."

Vulkan's lost soul showed signs of awakening under John's psychic summons. He stopped, blood still flowing on his body, and the Dawnbringer in his hand did not fall for a long time.

This is a good sign.

John took out the lightning stone spear from his arms. The plain and primitive weapon exuded a faint divine aura. It retained a trace of the psychic power of the Lord of Mankind and possessed the power to kill the immortals.

But John knew one detail. If this god-killing weapon was used by a mortal or other Primarch, its effect would only be to completely destroy the Immortal's physique. But if it was used by an Immortal, who injected his own immortal power into it, then the effect would be completely the opposite.

The lightning-struck stone spear will become a bridge connecting Vulkan and John, and John, who has long been tired of life, will get his eternal salvation.

He would transfer his immortality to Vulkan, awakening the Dragon Lord who had been tortured to insanity by Konrad Curze.

"Back then, the Eldar prophet said something to me in order to incite rebellion."

"One life for another, there is exchange in everything, life and death, darkness and light, the balance of the universe is established."

"Damn it, I've lived for 30,000 years, and I still can't say anything so philosophical."

John had never felt so relaxed and happy. Ever since he was taken away by those secret cult aliens on Iwo Jima, he had been serving them and doing the dirty work for these big shots.

He betrayed humanity countless times, and it was all just because of the orders of the aliens. The long-term mental torture almost made him think that he would no longer feel guilty. However, the pain would not disappear, but would only ferment into greater torture over the long years.

But now, he realized that he had truly come to a crossroads that would determine the fate of humanity. This betrayal was different from the past. If he really killed Vulkan here, then he would not be able to return to Terra and serve as the executor of the Emperor's last resort.

He did not know what the Emperor's back-up plan was. The tyrant who had united humanity again since the Age of Strife, no matter how his enemies evaluated him, the Emperor's wisdom and firm determination were obvious to everyone.

In order to reclaim the human homeland, he created 20 Primarchs and built a huge legion to launch a massive Great Crusade. Would such an extraordinary person not set up one backup plan after another for himself?
Another old friend John knew was Orperthon, who was once the Emperor's first Warmaster. Although he was disappointed with the Emperor and parted ways with him, when Orperth mentioned the Emperor repeatedly, most of it was praise for his abilities and fear of his crazy thinking.

The Emperor is one of the Eternals, but none of the other Eternals consider him one of their own. Olpersson, the oldest known Eternal, commented on the Emperor: "The couple on the Sakari River should really consider how they gave birth to a monster like the Emperor. His arrogance and ambition will burn him and humanity to death."

When John took out the lightning stone spear from his arms, the danger it contained stimulated Vulkan, who acted on instinct. He was like a frightened beast, hesitating to swing the hammer at John.

John's heart suddenly felt like it sank into an icy cave. He was not afraid of death, but if he was killed here, then who would complete his mission and awaken Vulkan's sanity?

suddenly.

With a loud roar from a sniper rifle, Vulkan's head suddenly exploded from the back of his head. The headless giant stood there in a daze, and even took two steps forward. Then his knees lost strength and he fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood spurting out from his carotid artery.

It was Narek the Word Bearer. This almost paralyzed guy used the last of his psychic power to pull the trigger on his Brontos sniper rifle and blew up the Fire Dragon Lord's head at a perfect angle.

"Hmm... I didn't expect that the first Primarch I killed was not Lorgar, but Vulkan."

"It seems that Vulcan's head is not as hard as the sniper's bullet..."

The aftermath of the gunshot was still echoing in the room. John looked at Vulcan's body. His body was still twitching, and his wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A mere headshot is no big deal for an Eternal Primarch.

"He will only be dead for a short while. His extreme rage will increase his recovery speed. When he comes back to life again, he will have no chance at all."

John approached Vulcan's body, and it took only a few steps for Vulcan's head to pop out of his body again. It was an extremely weird and unscientific scene, but it really happened.

Vulkan is being reborn.

John took a long, deep breath, and just as he was about to stab the spear into Vulkan's chest, the voice of another cult agent, Damon, suddenly rang in his ears.

This immortal who had been smashed into a pulp by Vulkan's hammer from the very beginning finally completed his resurrection. He endured the severe pain in his nerves and the mumbling voices of those warp creatures echoing in his ears.

"Is this what you always wanted to do? Boy, do you want to show off and be a hero for once?"

Damon seemed to have guessed something long ago. He climbed up naked, and his fur coat had already been shattered into pieces.

"You want to stop me?" John pulled out the lightning stone spear and questioned the other party with his eyes.

Damon broke the dislocated bones back into place. Fortunately, he didn't lose any parts. He just mocked: "You damn idiot, if you want to be a hero, then do it."

“Do what you’ve always wanted to do.”

John showed a brilliant smile from the heart, and then without hesitation, he stabbed the lightning stone spear into Vulkan's chest, where his heart was.

At the moment when this god-killing weapon stabbed into Vulkan's chest, sudden psychic lightning and fire spread from the lightning stone spear, and the extremely dazzling white light illuminated the closed room.

The white light penetrated the shackles of steel and rock, and even the Warp Demon on the ground screamed and turned into ashes in an instant under the illumination of the light.

That is a trace of power belonging to the Lord of Mankind.

John felt weak and painful. The power belonging to the immortal in his body was constantly draining away and flowing into Vulkan's chest.

(End of this chapter)