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

Chapter 359: Firewood for Psychics (Please Subscribe)
The Webway Project was the key to the Emperor's plan for Humanity's Ascension, and it all came to an end when the full force of the psychic warnings of Magnus the Red and the Thousand Sons Legion shattered the psychic barriers erected by the Emperor to protect his man-made Webway.

A crack was torn in the artificial webway, which was originally the weak point of the webway, and the long-coveted Warp Demons swarmed in through this gap.

Behind them are the four supreme evil gods of the Warp. In order to stop the Emperor's plan, they are even able to put aside their endless hatred and temporarily unite.

"The Webway War," Malcador lamented.

"When Magnus's folly caused destruction, the Emperor and I sent a large number of Custodes and Sisters of Silence, as well as technical priests and solar auxiliaries loyal to the Emperor. We did defeat the demon offensive in the early stages of the war."

"But the number of enemies is endless, and our brave warriors will be injured and exhausted. For every demon of the Warp banished back to the High Heavens, ten or a hundred times the same kind will come again to attack."

"In order to prevent everything from going to complete destruction, the Emperor used his unparalleled psychic power to create a psychic barrier within the reach of the Golden Throne, covering the remaining Imperial forces returning to the Imperial Palace."

Looking at the grand subspace portal, Luo Xi seemed to be able to smell the blood and rust in the air that had almost turned into substance. Countless of the empire's most elite technicians and soldiers fell here.

Suddenly, an ancient bronze bell seemed to ring in the grand throne room, and the busy red-robed figures around it suddenly stopped.

At this moment, above Terra's orbit, a fleet of black ships slowly docked at the platform, and the mysterious Sister of Silence was teleporting to the palace with thousands of suspended transparent sarcophagi.

"That is the [Unspoken Sanction] issued by the Emperor, and the Sisters of Silence and the entire Black Ship Federation are carrying out this order together." Malcador explained.

Luo Xi saw that everyone was making way for the group of Sisters of Silence, even the imperial guards who looked very difficult to get along with and had a sour face towards them were no exception.

The leader, a Silent Sister wearing golden armor of silence and holding a two-handed greatsword, came to the front of the seal holder.

She had the iconic sky-high bun of the Silent Sister on her forehead, with a clear distinction between her smooth and shiny head and the bun.

"This is the Oblivion Knight of the Sisters of Silence, Kyria Kaslin." Malcador said the other person's name. "They are the absolute elite among the sisters. They only appear when encountering Alpha-level psykers or suppressing large-scale psyker riots."

But what is curious is that when approaching the Oblivion Knight, Roxi did not feel sore and weak like he did in Macragge.

This means that this Oblivion Knight can control his Soulless Aura with great skill and ease, which is far beyond the reach of Guilliman's newly formed anti-psychic force.

The Annihilation Knight walked over with the floating sarcophagi behind him. Roxi saw that inside each sarcophagus, there was a psychic who had been chemically hypnotized.

Some of them are middle-aged men, and some are children only about ten years old. There are boys and girls, old and young, with a faint smile on their sleeping faces. They have no idea what their next fate will be.

The transparent sarcophagi were transported to the walls of the throne room, which were covered with designed grooves, and pods were placed inside to hold the sarcophagi.

The Oblivion Knight did it herself, pushing the sarcophagus into the groove, and then the inlays, links, various conduits and data cables were correctly inserted one by one.

The technical priests in scarlet robes input commands, and as the program started, the psychics who were hypnotized by chemical means gradually woke up.

Some of them looked around curiously, while others screamed in fear. A total of one thousand psychics were placed around the golden throne.

Luo Xi suddenly felt a strong palpitation because the incredible technological creation was absorbing everything from those psychics.

Including psychic power, consciousness, and even soul.

The psykers brought to the Golden Throne by the Black Ships had their eyes wide open, their bodies trapped within transparent stone coffins, unable to move. Their screams could not penetrate the barrier, but they could touch the hearts of those around them. Some of them were fathers, some were sons, and some were wives, but now they were all fuel to power the Golden Throne.

This was an extremely terrifying scene. The souls of a thousand psychics were completely drained away, their bodies turned into ashes, and their souls seemed to be injected into the golden throne along those pipes.

And the emperor sitting on the supreme golden throne receives their power and souls.

Luo Xi instinctively covered his mouth. Even with his experience, he had hardly ever seen such a horrific scene.

His heart pounded as the psychic pyres gathered around the Golden Throne, facing the Emperor.

Roche's excellent eyesight could even see that near each sarcophagus, there were nine empty grooves that had not been filled.

Does this mean that this terrifying extermination machine can accommodate ten thousand psykers at the same time?
How ironic, how ridiculous, this machine that devours the souls and lives of a thousand psychics every day is now the key to maintaining the survival of the human empire.

He couldn't help but feel a little shaken. For the continuation of the empire and the continuation of mankind, so many innocent people were killed every day.

"It's a necessary sacrifice, not just for them, but for all of us in different ways."

Malcador's voice seemed to be without blood or tears, and he was telling a fact.

In order for humans to survive in this extremely dark and chaotic galaxy, countless people need to pay every price for the race.

Rogal Dorn, who had remained silent like a stone statue, finally spoke.

Although the Guards rejected his involvement and resisted the assistance of the Seventh Legion and Rogal Dorn, he still had a deep understanding of everything here.

"We never regret, nor are we ashamed, for even the most ignominious victory is better than the most noble defeat. Only the victors are entitled to salvation, while the graves of their dearest friends await the losers." said Dorn, "This is my brother's motto."

Roche clenched his fists, feeling pain for his own incompetence. Humankind relied on the bones and blood of the sacrifices to lubricate the empire's crumbling war machine, delaying the arrival of the end of the world day by day.

Someone on Earth once proposed the so-called trolley problem, and the empire was making the most rational and cruel decisions every minute and every second, sacrificing some people to save others.

The numbers of these people are in the billions, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions.

He desperately wanted to change all this, but he sadly discovered that neither his shallow knowledge nor the golden age technology carried by the Red Alert seemed to be of much help in the current predicament.

"How should I meet the Emperor?" Roxi looked at Malcador and asked.

He believed that since the Emperor summoned him, there must be a special reason, otherwise how could the Sigillite take time out of his busy government affairs to accompany him on a trip to Terra.

And the doubts that have troubled him for so long may be answered today, in front of this golden throne.

"Just step forward and walk up the steps to the Golden Throne." Malcador held his double-headed eagle scepter and stood guard under the throne with Dorn.

Luo Xi took a deep breath, mustered up all his courage, and stepped onto the cold steps of the Golden Throne.

(End of this chapter)