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

Chapter 313 There is Only One Kind of Heroism in the World (Please Subscribe)
Led by the Lion's flagship New Caliban, a huge fleet consisting of three Glorious Queen-class battleships and auxiliary ships sailed in the warp.

Relying on the power of Ryan's mysterious Tuchucha engine, an invisible bubble of stance enveloped the fleet in the void, reducing the impact of the destructive storm.

The closer they got to the fallen planet Davin, the more terrifying the subspace storm became. The Geller positions of all the warships were running at full capacity to resist the all-pervasive invasion of the Sea of ​​Souls.

The navigators have already been overwhelmed, and their willpower is not strong enough to cope with this level of test.

The think tank troops of the three legions united together, their psychic energies blending with each other, searching for the correct direction.

Of course, these are not enough to keep the fleet sailing safely. The last line of defense for warp navigation is still the psychic prophecy of Sanguinius and Curze.

Since coming out of prison, the notorious Conrad Kurtz has suddenly become much gentler. Although he is still imprisoned in the body of Iron Man Veronica, Roche did not restrict his freedom.

He could move around the New Caliban, controlling Veronica's body as if he were wearing power armor.

Inside this brand new battleship, the mortal crew members who were unfamiliar with the situation were often curious about the sudden appearance of a giant steel behemoth similar to the Dreadnought in their cabin.

They secretly speculated that this might be a new dreadnought vehicle developed by the Adeptus Mechanicus to carry the remains of those Astartes who were unfortunately injured.

However, only the mechanical priests working here would understand that this is not a fucking dreadnought at all, but a living abomination of iron.

Of course, its official title is [Veronica-type intelligent robot], and the official has never acknowledged that it is an artificial intelligence.

Lion was extremely dissatisfied with this. The slippery rat Midnight Haunter had played hide-and-seek with him on his Indomitable Truth for sixteen weeks and even killed many Dark Angels veterans. However, for the sake of Guilliman and Roche, he reluctantly acquiesced.

In addition to observing the lives of those mortals, the biggest demand of Koz in Veronica's body is to ask Luo Xi for books.

There are all kinds of books. The more bizarre and surprising they are, the more they can attract Conrad Coates' curiosity.

For this reason, he is even willing to help people predict the future in exchange for those unknown reading experiences.

Guilliman was pleased with Curze's change. Although he still hated him, it did not prevent him from liking to see Conrad become normal.

This was a mixture of pure hatred and simple brotherhood, forming a complex emotion that even Guilliman himself could not explain.

"I can foresee everything. This is my gift, but also my curse. If there is a choice, I never want to see my fate, or anyone else's fate."

Curz's voice came out from Veronica's body, and was polished with mechanical electronic sounds, removing most of the hissing sound unique to Nostramo.

"Luo Xi, maybe you are right. I stubbornly believe in my sense of justice, but it may just be my self-defense when facing an unchangeable fate."

The tall iron man held a handmade book written on parchment in his hand. It was written by Luo Xi himself, coming from the few memories in his mind and the vast records of Red Alert.

The book Conrad was reading was called "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". Nostramo read every byte with relish, while Roche sat beside him and lay in a daze. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Luo Xi is a lazy person to begin with. Now that he has an opportunity to be lazy, of course he has to make up for it by slacking off.

The two of them were living in harmony, one was reading a book while the other was sleeping lazily.

"Ghosts? Have the warp creatures from the ancient Terra era already invaded the real universe? Existences transformed from the wronged souls of dead humans. Since humans knew about the warp so early, why do we know so little about it now?"

When Koz is not crazy, he can even be called a curious baby. With his original body's reading ability, he can completely memorize and grasp the entire Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio even if he reads it quickly using quantum waves.

"It's just some primitive fantasy, don't think too much about it." Luo Xi closed his eyes and said slowly. Although he closed his eyes, his mind was still thinking about Conrad Coates.

This son of the Emperor fell into the dark and sinister world of Nostramo, and he conquered and ruled the entire planet with the fear he had come to understand.

But few people know that due to the lack of a "foster father"-like figure from another Primarch in his life, Curze's growth was extremely deformed.

He had no education in the natural sciences, nor any guidance in the humanities and history. Everything depended entirely on the instinctive memory recorded in his body by the Emperor.

To some extent, Konrad Curze is the savage among the Primarchs. He has never received any education at all, and everything is his own feeling and understanding.

The savage Wolf King was raised by the Fenris tribe. Although the Lion King Llane had been a savage for more than ten years, he was finally adopted by Luther and developed a strange relationship between them as father and son.

Only Conrad, who had nothing but damned lingering prophecies and hallucinations.

If Coze had an adoptive father or mother, he might not have been trapped by the prophecy and would not have embarked on the path he is on now.

Conrad was dissatisfied with Roche's perfunctory attitude, so he simply read the contents of the book loudly, harassing others in a ridiculous way.

Luo Xi felt speechless. This Midnight Ghost who killed people indiscriminately and with ruthless methods actually had a childish side like an elementary school boy.

Is this his disguise? Or is this his hidden side?
It doesn't matter. He is free now anyway and doesn't mind training Koz. What if there is a one in ten thousand chance that Koz, this crooked tree, can grow back?
To be honest, he quite liked the feeling of training, especially when the object of training was a Primarch.

Suddenly, Koz stopped talking and said:
"If Sanguinius insists on going, he will eventually die at the hands of Horus. You advised me not to be superstitious about the prophecy, why don't you try to dissuade Sanguinius?"

Konrad Curze and Sanguinius are so similar, they both have amazing psychic powers, but they go to completely different extremes.

Holy angels and vile demons.

"Do you think Sanguinius would be as superstitious about prophecies as you are? He saw the end of his own death, and still followed the prophecy and walked towards his own end. So do you think Sanguinius should be a bad player like you to fight against his unfair fate?"

"No, Conrad. Sanguinius did not sit there and wait for death. He saw his fate and chose to accept it calmly, because the archangel knew that it was meaningful."

“You can also predict the future, but you are trapped in the illusion of the future and cannot extricate yourself, and even accept your fate pessimistically and hopelessly. This is because you feel that you cannot change your fate, so you don’t make any changes.

Sanguinius saw the future, and he had the power to change his fate, but he thought that such a future was meaningful, so he chose to accept his fate generously. "

“Even if that fate meant he would die, he gladly accepted it.”

Koz was silent, as if there was a corpse inside the iron man.

Luo Xi continued, his words were like knives, continuing to stimulate Conrad's not-so-strong heart.

"There is only one kind of heroism in the world, that is, to love life after recognizing it clearly. Sanguinius recognized his own destiny and did not violate it even though he knew he could."

"This is the difference between you, do you understand?"

The Nostramo fell into deep thought, his views on justice and the future slowly changing under the impact of information.

(End of this chapter)