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

Chapter 324 Everything is going well (Please subscribe)
"Sanguinius, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Xi hesitated for a few seconds, but finally mustered up the courage to ask the archangel in front of him who was becoming less and less like a human.

From the moment I came in, everything here seemed extremely bizarre. I first witnessed Sanguinius dying in the hands of Horus time and time again. But after dying countless times, Sanguinius seemed to suddenly explode and defeat the enemy.

Luo Xi just thought this was nonsense, but it did happen.

He saw a ray of light from the Warp merge into Sanguinius. Although that light looked extremely holy and dazzling, it made people feel as if they had returned to the warmth of their mother.

But it still cannot change its origin.

Luo Xi only believes in one thing - there are no good people in the warp. If a white lotus suddenly emerges from the largest cesspool in the universe, he would rather believe that the Emperor's true form is a socially anxious big sister with a baby face and big breasts.

"I'm fine, Roche. Better than ever." Sanguinius' voice was more pleasant to the ear, but to Roche, it seemed less human.

The previous Sanguinius was not like this. Although Roche had not been with him for a very long time, the archangel's sorrow and pain could not be hidden.

A man who would shed tears for his own offspring, and cry for those who died tragically in the chaos corruption of the Warp, no matter how indifferent he appeared, Roxi believed that he was a flesh-and-blood person.

And now, the man standing in front of Luo Xi and Koz was without blood or tears, and his whole body was filled with a kind of sacred and majestic light. Luo Xi could not even feel the presence of the familiar angel.

"Come with me. The matter on Daven Star is over. Join Guilliman and Lion. I will calm the warp storm and kill all the traitors."

Sanguinius left a few words, then flapped his wings and flew away, leaving Roche and Conrad looking at each other in bewilderment.

"I suspect we are trapped in some kind of deep illusion, like your cursed psychic prophecy. Conrad, do you have any ideas?"

Veronica spread her hands, making a "I don't know anything either" gesture.

Luo Xi secretly cursed himself for being stupid. Why not ask Conrad? Even if this guy was not crazy, his brain was not normal. He was either playing badly or just having fun. He was a real burden.

After Sanguinius defeated Horus, everything in the temple burned to ashes, and Roche was able to reunite with Guilliman and the others.

The planet Daven was turned into cosmic dust under the orbital bombardment of the expeditionary force, and the destructive storm that plagued the entire Far East star field gradually dissipated as if it had lost its source of power.

The situation has never been so good, and Luo Xi can only describe it as thriving.

A huge support force led by Sanguinius, Guilliman and Lion rushed to Terra. This grand expeditionary force composed of more than 350,000 Astartes, billions of mortal auxiliaries and more than 3,000 interstellar battleships, reversed the situation in which the traitors had the upper hand like crushing chickens and dogs.

The New Caliban destroyed the traitors' Glorious Queen-class battleship. On the Avenue of Victory and Truth, Sanguinius easily nailed the Great Bearer of the Word to the giant stone statue of faith with his Spear of Ultimate Victory.

Behind Lorgar, the metal wreckage made up of super-heavy tanks and Titan machines was still burning and emitting black smoke, with a large number of Word Bearers corpses scattered among them.

The rebellious Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo, was beheaded by Sanguinius, sharing the same fate as another brother who bore the name of Iron.

Led by Emperor Sanguinius, the Loyalists completely reversed the situation, repaying the traitors tenfold for what they had done.

Nine loyal Astartes Legions gathered together, and with the unity of the loyal Primarchs, the Horus Heresy was completely quelled, and the entire galaxy once again became the back garden of mankind.

Luo Xi followed in and witnessed everything that happened. Even in the most bizarre dreams he would not have such exaggerated fantasies.

He had questioned Guilliman, and Lion's Jonson, if this was real, and they had only laughed at him for being too alarmist.

Only Curze, who was specially pardoned by Sanguinius but could never escape from the Iron Man in his lifetime, could understand his feelings.

Conrad's advice to him was to let it be, it was none of his business anyway.

Everything is booming.

With the extinguishing of the fires ignited by the Horus Heresy, the Great Crusade and the Heresy Wars came to an end.

Sanguinius led the Primarchs back to Terra, and killed Lorgar, Perturabo, and Fulgrim in succession. The Archangel who pulled out the Butcher's Nail from the head of the Ascended Demon Angron was already the undisputed leader of the Primarchs, and his prestige even far exceeded that of the former Warmaster.

The returning Archangel rescued the Emperor who was trapped on the Golden Throne. Now that the traitor had been destroyed, the Empire could devote all its strength to the Webway War.

The Lord of Mankind brought the Primarchs to a corridor near the throne room, where statues of the Primarchs were placed one after another. The rebellious Primarchs had been erased from existence, and only the statue of Konrad Curze was covered with a curtain.

"Peace has come. The cause I have pursued all my life has been completed by you, my proudest son."

The Emperor praised Sanguinius, the Primarchs watched the scene, and Roche followed Guilliman in.

"The Great Crusade has been completed. We have eliminated the threats of other alien races in the galaxy. Even the green-skinned orcs have the underlying spiral of fear of humans engraved in their genes. The only enemy we have left is the Warp. They are still coveting us on the other side of the veil, preparing for their next conspiracy at any time."

The Emperor's tone grew subdued. This heroic leader of humanity, who had survived from ancient times, had single-handedly rebuilt the fragmented fabric of human civilization. His achievements were self-evident; even if all the people throughout history were combined, their achievements wouldn't even reach one-tenth of his. Yet, he blamed himself, reflecting on his mistakes.

"I originally thought that my heart could bear all the pain and all the temptations. I stubbornly believed that I could fight against Chaos and the malicious existence of the Warp on my own.

So I hid the truth about the Warp from all of you. I thought I was protecting you, but it was hubris and arrogance, and we paid the price."

For a Lord of Mankind, a father, to bow his head and admit his mistakes to the Primarch, to his sons, was an incredible thing, but the Emperor did it.

When the Emperor said this, everyone had a premonition that the joy of their reunion with their father would probably be very short-lived.

Then, the Emperor said what everyone had anticipated:
"Sanguinius, you have done better than I could. We cannot repeat the mistakes of the past." The Emperor and Sanguinius said as they walked, while the others followed behind as a witness.

"The Warmaster is a thing of the past. Horus has made me understand what terrible consequences will occur if the person in this position wavers." The Emperor sighed. Horus was once his most beloved son, but now that person has been replaced by Sanguinius.

"I need to do something more thorough, Sanguinius. Facts have proven that you are more suitable for this position than I am. I have decided to entrust this position to you."

The Emperor's words shook all hearts and minds as they realised that the Master of Mankind would hand over his power and responsibility to Him, and that Sanguinius was the perfect successor.

"But I have made mistakes before. Guilliman, Lion, and I founded the Second Empire, which was an act of usurpation," Sanguinius said sincerely.

But the emperor didn't care at all. A long-lost smile appeared on his face, as if he was really proud of his son.

"The action was wrong, but the result was right." The Emperor said, "Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. You united the three legions. Without the establishment of the Second Empire, we would not be reunited at this moment. You are right. Even if the Second Empire is a [mistake], it is a correct [mistake]."

Roche hid behind Guilliman, standing next to a group of giants. Even now, he still felt that everything he was experiencing was ridiculous enough.

This wasn't true, but no one except Conrad believed him.

Even his best friend Guilliman believed that Roche had experienced too many wars and pressures, and had developed psychological delusions.

"Roche, you have been busy enough. Now that the world is at peace, you can take a long vacation." Guilliman said this, but Roche felt cold in his heart.

How could Guilliman possibly talk about taking a holiday?

The Emperor's voice was full of majesty, wisdom and power. The most powerful individual in the universe was handing over his power. Sanguinius also felt that this was a bit too optimistic.

He had never heard the Emperor speak such encouraging and tender words to any of his brothers.

A breeze blew through the cracks in the palace. The corridor courtyard where they were was planted with precious flowers and plants from all over the galaxy. The Emperor's hair was blown by the breeze mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees. Sanguinius had never seen the Emperor's face so clearly.

He saw the Emperor's face clearly.

Sanguinius' hazy memories suddenly flashed through his mind, and he remembered that each of his brothers saw the Emperor differently. This was due to the Emperor's many faces.

"You are so outstanding, Sanguinius. The Empire is what it is today thanks to you. I buried you in the past. I gave the wrong person to Horus. You are the best candidate."

"You are the angel of the empire. I am proud of your divine wings. Sit on that throne, the new Lord of Mankind."

"My wings..."

The confusion and bewilderment in Sanguinius' heart grew heavier. He never forgot that the Emperor did not like his wings. This might mean that the angel's genetic sequence was mixed with certain mutant characteristics, and the Emperor emphasized the purity of humans the most.

Secondly, divinity... Haha, the Emperor hates God the most, that is the ultimate insult to him. The Lord of Mankind has always wanted to use the Imperial Truth to erase mankind's understanding of the Warp, even if it is a lie.

Sanguinius looked at the Emperor's seemingly false face, and his joy and delight suddenly froze.

How wonderful it would be if all this were true.

Brothers are in harmony, the Great Crusade is victorious, and humanity has achieved transcendence.

Unfortunately, fake is fake after all.

An invisible crack spread from his heart, and Sanguinius asked his brothers for help, but they all had the same fake smile on their faces.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with these smiles, but the more you look at them, it seems as if the people in the paintings are smiling.

He looked at Roxi, who looked particularly small among the original bodies, as if a real person appeared in a realistic oil painting, and Roxi kept mouthing words, which meant "fake".

The archangel suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

(End of this chapter)