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

Chapter 360: Finally Meeting the Emperor (Please Subscribe)

From being alone with three people when they first came here to being alone now, Luo Xi felt lonely for the first time in a long time.

He suddenly felt a little dazed. From the beginning, he came to the 30th millennium alone, and then to Istvaan where he met a group of comrades. It seemed that he had more and more companions around him along the way.

Guilliman was his best friend, and the Five Hundred Worlds were like a second home to him.

As they arrived at Terra, the people around him seemed to disperse one by one again, and in front of the Golden Throne, Malcador and Rogal Dorn, who had accompanied him for the last part of the journey, also stopped and watched him walk up the stairs.

He was alone again.

The endless rune circuits and energy pipes under his feet were constantly releasing tiny pulses, making it seem as if layer upon layer of light blue ripples were stirring up under his feet with every step he took.

He was getting closer and closer to the Lord of Humanity, who was currently sitting on the golden throne.

He was waiting for Luo Xi's arrival.

My mood gradually changed from nervousness and anxiety to calmness. Yes, now that it has come to this, what is there to be afraid of?

I have overcome all difficulties, and even if the road ahead is still full of obstacles, I will persevere.

His heart had never been so calm and indifferent as it was at this moment. Every step he took was a test for his will and soul.

The breath of the Emperor has gradually become perceptible. It is an incomparably sacred and tragic atmosphere. As a member of the human race, Roxi feels empathy and sorrow from the bottom of his heart.

Many people hate the Emperor, believing him to be the greatest tyrant in history, cruel, unjust, and extremely self-enclosed, but everyone has to acknowledge his unique contribution to mankind.

Without the Emperor, there would be no human beings today. This once great race might still be struggling in the dark galaxy.

"He is in pain, he is suffering." Luo Xi said silently in his heart.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the top. The Lord of Mankind was sitting opposite him. A hazy light covered the Emperor's face, and he could not see the other person's appearance clearly with his naked eyes.

But a lonely man still emerged in Luo Xi's mind, sitting on the throne, his face filled with endless pain, his mouth seemed to open and utter a silent scream, his immortal face was being deformed and distorted by the most terrifying machine ever.

"Malcador is right. Those 1000 psykers whose souls were drained of their power are pathetic firewood, but compared to the Emperor sitting on the throne, a quick death may be a reward."

"It's so easy to die, but so hard to live."

Luo Xi suddenly realized that he could not and had no right to blame the Lord of Humanity. He had made more sacrifices than anyone else. What he faced was not death, but a reality more terrifying than death.

Endless energy is being drawn from the Emperor's body into this creation left over from the dark technological age. The core mechanism of the Golden Throne is a powerful psychic amplifier that can amplify the user's psychic energy, allowing him to enter a transcendent state similar to dimensional ascension.

It is precisely because of its dimensional characteristics that humans are able to get involved in the Eldar's webway.

The material used in the webway system created by the ancient saints is an anti-psychic substance that is far beyond human understanding. It is not black stone, but it also has the function of resisting the energy of compressed space.

The youth version of the Webway built by humans was made of materials collected from the abandoned Eldar worlds, combined with special metals developed by the Mechanicus, to create the human Webway through repairs.

The Emperor's psychic power is like the best glue, gluing these materials that have nothing in common together and imitating the creations of the Ancient Saints as closely as possible.

This is a helpless act. The absolute generation gap in technology makes human creations as ridiculous as the imitation of a three-year-old child, but humans have no choice, and the emperor has no choice either. Humans can only place all their bets on this point and become a gambler who gives everything.

Then as the distance got closer, what Luo Xi sensed became clearer and clearer.

He knew that the Lord of Mankind had many faces, Malcador had reminded him of this before he climbed the steps.

In his mind, a middle-aged man with a haggard and painful face appeared. He had black hair and a face that was more like that of an Asian.

Luo Xi didn't know whether this was the Emperor's true appearance, because theoretically, only the Untouchables could ignore the Emperor's psychic power and see his appearance under his psychic aura.

"I'm here." Luo Xi said.

He looked up at the Lord of Humanity who was sitting on the throne, and the moment he opened his mouth, the figure on the golden throne suddenly began to collapse and stabilize.

All the hazy aura dissipated, and the Emperor seemed to reveal his true appearance. It was no longer an imagination, but a form that could be observed directly with the naked eye. "You are..."

The moment he saw the face of the Lord of Mankind, it was as if a thunderbolt flashed through Luo Xi's mind. Indescribable horror and terror spread from the bottom of his heart. His limbs instantly stiffened as if he had been electrocuted, and then he tremblingly recited the name in his memory.

"Nios."

"How could it be you?"

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Just as Roche climbed the stairs to the Golden Throne, in front of the throne, a tribune of the royal guards named Diocletian blocked the contact between Rogal Dorn and the throne.

During the final battle at the Webway Portal, this Diocletian fought alongside the Tribune Ra and the Emperor.

The Tribune Ra was sealed by the Emperor with an original demon called Empire's End, and ran towards the Webway. After the first phase of the Webway War came to an end, Diocletian took over the position of the missing Tribune of Ra and became the only remaining Tribune today.

At this moment, there was undisguised anger in the eyes of the Emperor's most loyal guard, and he stared at Rogal Dorn with hatred.

The Primarch's eyes remained normal, completely oblivious to the hatred of the Custodians.

"You have already sent the person there. Leave here, Number Seven."

Diocletian said coldly, addressing Rogal Dorn with contempt. Number Seven was the code name given by the Emperor to the Primarchs. After all, these demigod Primarchs came from his genetic engineering laboratory.

"Stay away from my Lord, No. 7. This is the last warning."

Malcador couldn't help but frown at the rudeness and offense of the Custodians, although he understood why these guards of the Emperor were so hostile.

The betrayal of the Emperor's favorite son, Horus, plunged his Empire into a crisis of disintegration, while the good intentions of the Red King, Magnus, led to the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne and unable to step down.

In the eyes of the Custodes, it was undoubtedly the sin of these completely uncontrollable Primarchs.

It's the Primarchs and the Astartes that set the galaxy on fire!
While the Primarchs' bodies harbored profane warp powers, the Custodians were the product of pure bio-alchemy, their flesh and souls so pure and clean that every Custodian was proud of it.

No Custodian will be corrupted by the Warp, and that will last until the moment of entropy of the universe.

They had already harmed the Emperor badly enough. As the Emperor's loyal servants and guards, Diocletian was able to endure his anger, which was a testament to their powerful and outstanding willpower.

"We no longer have the energy to trust. If the Primarch was truly trustworthy, the galaxy wouldn't be burning in war right now," said Diocletian.

The Oblivion Knight on the side supported the views of the Imperial Guard with dazzling sign language. The Emperor's Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Silence have always appeared in coordination. They are collectively known as the Emperor's Claws, and are almost the most powerful ruling force under the Lord of Mankind.

Physically, the Custodes were almost invincible. Even the elite Astartes were no match for them. However, their weaker psychic resistance than their physical attack and defense was perfectly compensated by the Sisters of Silence.

"This is the will of the Emperor, Tribune. We wait here, waiting for the unpredictable man to step down from the throne. He shoulders the great mission given by the Emperor, and we cannot know all of this."

Malcador responded calmly that he was the Emperor's Sigillite and his words were equivalent to the will of the Lord of Mankind.

Therefore, the tribune Diocletian immediately shut up and quietly stood in front of Rogaldorn.

Dorn did not bother with this stubborn guard, even though if he wanted to, he could easily twist off the head of the golden-armored giant in the blink of an eye.

The gap between the Primarch and the Adeptus Custodes could not be made up by so-called skills or numbers. Even when facing the weakest Primarch Alpharius, the Adeptus Custodes commander Valdor could only hold on for a few minutes and even asserted that he would definitely be defeated.

"Alas, the rebels are not united internally, what about us?" lamented Malcador.

Now that he is still here and the Emperor is still here, they can suppress the conflict between the Custodes and the Primarchs. But once something goes wrong between the two of them, will this conflict completely intensify and explode?
Malcador didn't know that the ability to predict the future is not omnipotent, and what you see may not be true.

When the tens of millions of timelines you see are all real, how do you choose?

He now only hoped that the meeting on the throne would go more smoothly. Luo Xi was the chosen one from the beginning.

(End of this chapter)