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

Chapter 276 Guilliman: I'm numb (Please subscribe)
The violent explosion of psychic lightning only lasted for a few seconds, and Vulkan's regenerated body fell together with John, and nothing happened.

"You are wrong John. Your stupidity cannot save Vulkan, but will kill you instead."

Damon walked unsteadily as he adapted to his reborn body. His resurrection was not as abnormal as Vulcan's, who could fully recover after lying dead on the ground for a few seconds.

He took a few steps forward and approached Vulkan's body cautiously. The Primarch's body became no different from before, except for the precious lightning stone spear stuck in his chest.

Damon wanted to take it away, perhaps he would need it in the future, but when his palm touched the cold stone spear, he immediately realized that the divine power contained in it had disappeared.

This stone spear is truly a primitive weapon, no different from those held by primitive civilizations.

He gave up the idea. The thing was stuck in Vulkan's chest, piercing his ribs and reaching his heart. Some powerful force connected them together and they could not move at all.

The footsteps of the Ultramarines were approaching rapidly, and it was obvious that the Sons of Guilliman, who had realized that they had fallen into a trap, were trying to make up for their mistakes. They neglected Vulkan's safety.

Damon picked up the body of his companion. Although he didn't know if there was any way to save him, out of thousands of years of friendship, he decided to take John away.

He used a psychic item given by the cult to open the subspace portal, and disappeared into the secret room with the dead John. As for the almost paralyzed Word Bearer Narek, that was no longer his concern.

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"So what you want to tell me is that, despite your strong protection, my resurrected relative was assassinated again, and only an Astartes from the Word Bearers Legion was left at the scene?"

"I have had great confidence in you, Valentus."

Guilliman had already arrived at the bottom floor of the secret base, with Grod, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army, by his side, and Titus, the director of the think tank, surveying the situation on the scene.

Valentus Doro, one of the four heroes, was sweating all over. Even though the cooling system in his power armor was constantly spraying cold air, it still couldn't make him feel any better.

He is the person in charge here. Although he was not here when the incident happened, this is still not an excuse for him to shirk responsibility.

"I think you are right, sir." Valentus lowered his head and answered with difficulty.

His heart felt as if a power sword was stirring, and Guilliman's words of disappointment and doubt were more terrifying than the firepower bombardment of a hundred Emperor-class Titans.

Guilliman sighed deeply. He understood that Valentus should not bear all the responsibility for this matter. He had temporarily withdrawn from it because of another mission assigned to him, but he did not expect such a thing to happen.

"Preto, how is the psychic retrospective investigation going? Also, compile a copy of the data recorded by the thinkers at the base and give it to me."

The fully armed Ever-Victorious Army is carefully searching the entire base. Every room and every corner is being analyzed and investigated by the most experienced Extreme Warriors to find any suspicious clues.

The think tank director's body was surrounded by the rhythm of spiritual energy, and with every step he took, clear ice crystals formed under his feet.

His psychic eyes were peering into the past through the Warp, and what was happening here was being replayed.

From the time John and his two companions sneaked into the base, to the time when the other party used his telepathic ability to distract the guards and successfully entered the room.

Titus used his superb psionic skills to recreate the scene, allowing everyone, including the Primarch, to see the details in full.

"Two mortal psykers and a traitor to the Word Bearers. Only these three people managed to break through our carefully set up security system?"

Guilliman suddenly found it a little funny. Why did his carefully planned measures always fail for some inexplicable reasons? His base camp, Macragge, was completely open to the wind, and all kinds of monsters could come in.

Did he think this was a public restroom? Anyone could come and go? "My Lord, these three individuals must have been lurking in Macragge for some time. I've discovered that the psychic signature of one of them matches closely with the one we detected in Macragge when the Night Haunter landed."

Titus enlarged John's image, and Guilliman observed the expressions, clothing, and micro-movements of these people in their words and deeds, and immediately made a judgment.

"These two mortals should be together. They belong to a mysterious organization. Especially the man in the fur coat. He has rich infiltration experience and a sense of crisis."

"But the telepathic psyker is vaguely closer to the Word Bearers. They are on guard against another mortal."

Vulkan's body was still there, and no one could touch or offend him without Guilliman's permission.

The Primarch's eyes were filled with sadness, he had lost Vulkan too many times.

He hopes a miracle will happen again.

"My most tenacious brother, stand up. You are immortal. Your descendants always shout that Vulkan is immortal. You are immortal, so why do you always suffer the most unfortunate fate?"

However, Vulkan just lay quietly on the ground, with the lightning stone spear stuck in his chest. Titus warned that it once contained some powerful psychic power, but now that power has been exhausted.

Guilliman understood that if it was just a minor wound like a piercing through the heart, it would be impossible to kill Vulkan, and the enemy might have used some vicious sorcery to harm Vulkan's essence.

However, after all, there was a precedent that the Lord of Fire Dragon had died for a long time and then resurrected, so Guilliman still kept the last bit of hope in his heart.

"Imprison the Word Bearer. Make sure he lives and reveals all the information he has."

Narek, who had taken a direct blow from Vulgan, was still paralyzed. With dozens of broken bones and injured internal organs, and his collapsed and ruptured power armor, he could not move at all.

The Ultramarines' pharmacists performed emergency healing surgery on him. Although Narek was a ruthless Word Bearer, he could not die.

Guilliman stood beside Vulkan with a melancholy look on his face. At this moment, he felt rarely helpless, because it was his mistake that caused the death of Vulkan.

He didn't know how to explain to Ryan because it was a mistake.

"Luo Xi, Xi'er, if only you were still by my side, I wouldn't have no one to complain to right now."

"what should I do?"

The low mood of the Gene-Father undoubtedly affected all the Ultramarines present. Although they understood that the Primarch's anger was not directed at them, the common sense of honor as a legion made them feel ashamed.

Especially the two Ultramarines whose memories were modified by psychic mind reading and who left their posts. They felt extremely painful and wanted to kneel on the ground and petition Guilliman to join the Legion's Death Squadron.

"Luo Xi, I wonder how you are doing in that unknown star region. Did you encounter any trouble?"

Guilliman's powerful mind quickly extended to the organization behind the two mortal psyker assassins. It was obvious that this was a force lurking in the dark. They were even capable of assassinating a Primarch. Even Vulkan died. What if they assassinated his best friend?
He could not accept this assumption. In his mind, if Roche died, it would be even more serious than Vulkan's death.

The 500 worlds did not seem as safe as he had imagined, which made Guilliman more anxious and uneasy. If Roche was by his side, he would be able to get more correct advice.

The Primarch ordered the Mechanicus to carefully build a golden coffin, and sadly placed Vulkan's body inside temporarily. He was still waiting for that tiny miracle to happen, and Vulkan would revive again from the golden coffin.

Roboute thought for a long time, which was rare for him, and he finally decided to confess the bad news to Ryan and ask someone who might have some practical advice.

(End of this chapter)