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

Chapter 333: The Storm of Destruction Dissipates (Please Subscribe)

"Is that... the light of the Astronomican?"

The battleship's navigators were the first to shout, they were ecstatic.

Roche was lying on the observation window of the New Caliban, and the excited shouts of the crew came to his ears like waves. He saw that the Milky Way, which had become dim due to the storm of destruction, became bright again.

It is like removing a layer of filter, revealing the universe's most essential appearance, and the light of the stars in the Milky Way is clearly visible to the naked eye.

The light of the stars.

This was an extremely common thing in the past, but it disappeared for a long time after the arrival of the destructive storm, until it flickered again today after the destruction of the planet Daven.

Luo Xi couldn't help but hold his breath. He was afraid that this was just a beautiful illusion, but it was so real, just like the dark clouds in the sky dissipated to reveal the sun after years of doomsday floods. The warm starlight inspired everyone who witnessed this scene.

After the great battle on the planet Daven, everyone was exhausted. Even the strongest mortal auxiliary troops had their nerves stretched to the limit after years of war.

Now that they finally saw signs that the Galaxy was returning to its former state, every crew member and every auxiliary soldier was cheering, and some even began to cry with excitement.

The news that the navigator had witnessed the light of Terra's Astronomican was soon delivered, pushing the excitement and ecstasy to a climax.

Although the people of these five hundred worlds do not have a strong sense of identification with the Human Empire, as in the beginning, the top leaders represented by Ms. Euton even showed a subtle separatist tendency.

But when the light of the Astronomican appeared again, everyone still felt deeply moved. The Astronomican was still shining, which meant that Terra stood firm, the Emperor was still there, and the Empire existed.

All conflicts within humanity can be postponed. Whether it is the Human Empire or the Second Empire of the Five Hundred Worlds, they are all part of human civilization.

The long war not only brought death and pain, but also reshaped human beliefs and concepts.

The once prosperous Five Hundred Worlds had a variety of complex occupations, but after the war began, most of the occupations disappeared. Everyone was engaged in production, transportation and other work for the war, and most of the entertainment hobbies were also submerged by the intense war.

It can be said that the trillions of mortals in the entire Second Empire have already entered a state of war. The lax liberalism has been replaced by a more efficient authoritarianism. In the face of the life and death of the race, personal interests are small and insignificant.

Everything for survival, everything for the continuation of the race has become the common creed of the vast majority of people.

Having lost its source of power, the destructive storm erupted with its last strength. Most of the planets in the eastern galaxy observed violent auroras echoing in the universe. The intensity of ether energy reached a peak in a short period of time, and then dropped rapidly like an avalanche.

Sosa Star.

Warsmith Dantioch stopped his work. Since Roche left for other more important things, the work of cracking the Faros was taken over by him and Captain Alexis Pollux of the Imperial Fists.

The Captain of the Imperial Fist teleported the warriors of the Seventh Legion to the planet Sotha through the Pharos Lighthouse. The Son of Dorn vowed to build this system into an impregnable fortress.

"They did, Pollax."

Dantioch's iron mask reflected the brilliant aurora in the universe, and his withered and turbid eyes could not help but shed hot tears. The Astronomican still exists, Terra does not fall, and the Emperor is still leading mankind to resist rebellion.

"Yes, I have never doubted this. From the beginning, I firmly believed that Lord Guilliman and Lord Roshi were the hope of the Empire. Believe me, my friend, this is just the beginning."

“Everything is getting better.”

The tall Pollax looked even more majestic standing next to Dantioch. He patted the warsmith, who was supposed to be his enemy but now his comrade.

Loyalty is not something you say, but something you prove through action. Polux never left Dantioch and witnessed everything he did. If anyone dared to question the blacksmith's loyalty, the Sons of Dorne would be the first to strike back. Polux would show the doubters why the 7th Legion was called the Imperial Fists, not the Imperial Shield or something else entirely.

"The warp storm has dissipated, and your long-awaited return to Terra to support your father is within reach. When do you plan to leave?" The blacksmith looked at the galaxy for a while and returned to his primary position Alpha. He did not have much time to waste.

Polux, who inherited Dorn's outspoken character, looked at the blacksmith's hunched back with a complicated expression on his face.

The Imperial Fists was eager to return to Terra, but he was worried about his comrade.

He seldom encountered such mixed emotions. For the sons of Dorne, expressing their attitudes and feelings objectively and impartially without any scruples was a fine tradition derived from the Primarchs. Even other Primarchs would often be offended by Dorne's mouth.

"Why don't you come with us? Dantioch, the traitors are besieging Terra, including the Iron Warriors. Your shameful father is also on Terra, why don't you go and face him?"

Pollax wanted to take Dantioch away, but the blacksmith remained unmoved.

"We each have our own division of labor. I understand that my current physical condition is no longer adequate for the brutal war. The place where I can best demonstrate my value is in this Pharos Beacon."

"No one understands it better than I do, not even the Adeptus Mechanicus."

The blacksmith stroked the black stone wall of Faros. He was familiar with everything and could move freely in the intricate pipes even with his eyes closed.

As he got to know more, Dantioch felt more and more the terrifying technological gap between Faros and him. However, what made him most curious and puzzled was the things at the bottom of the beacon.

Something called a C'tan Fragment is imprisoned in the Necrons' Tesseract Labyrinth on the bottom level.

If you can master it... why fear traitors?

Amatra Military World.

The silver-haired Regent of Amatra, Orfeo, gazed at the Milky Way, which had regained its color. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the storm of destruction dissipated.

Amatra, which was destroyed by war, is being reborn with the full support of the Five Hundred Worlds. A brand new hive city is being rebuilt with the help of the Mechanicus, and the orbital platforms and defense systems have also been upgraded.

An endless stream of merchant ships and transport ships brought personnel and supplies to provide blood transfusion for this new world.

As before, it is a military planet, responsible for providing a steady supply of new blood to the Ultramarines and acting as a stabilizer to the surrounding planets.

He sat at his desk. During wartime, he was an invincible war commander and an outstanding strategist who designed and killed Angron once, but in peacetime, he also played the characteristics of the son of Guilliman and managed and maintained the world he lived in.

After thinking for a moment, Orfeo picked up the quill and wrote the petition on the parchment. He understood that Guilliman would definitely go to Terra after the Ruinstorm dissipated, and he wanted to go with him then.

As one of the most outstanding Ultramarines, how could Orfeo Cassandra miss such a heroic war to rescue Terra? He was unwilling to stay in the reborn Amatra. If possible, he hoped that he could die gloriously in the war to defend Terra.

The same thing happened on Calth. Ventanus, who was transferred to the intelligence department by the Primarch, returned to Calth again and continued to track down clues about the Word Bearers. He also hoped to be able to follow the Primarch on the expedition.

On Macragge, Macragge Commander Auguston, who had recovered but had his right eye replaced by a mechanical electronic eye, excitedly opened a bottle of Fenrisian mead with his battle-brothers.

This powerful warrior who survived the claws of the Night Haunter became a close friend of the Space Wolves and became addicted to alcohol, which he had never been interested in before.

The entire Five Hundred Worlds are getting ready, and Roche, Guilliman and others have returned to Macragge through the gradually restored normal warp jumps. Everything that blocks them has been cleared, and the loyalists in the Far East are about to set off to return to Terra.

(End of this chapter)