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

Chapter 367: What a Big Game (Please Subscribe)

The meeting and conversation with the Emperor did answer many of Luo Xi's doubts.

But he soon discovered that even if he knew the answer, sometimes what he got would not be happiness, but deeper pain.

The end of the Golden Age, the past of the Dark Age of Technology, the truth of the Iron Heresy, the Webway and the Golden Throne, all are intertwined and connected as part of the Emperor's grand plan.

If all goes well, the Emperor's ambitions may indeed be realized.

He had to spend a lot of time to digest such a large amount of information, and the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne also gave him some buffer time.

"The true face of this plan can only be told to you now. If it is exposed too early, the four evil gods in the subspace will also be able to discover the truth along the timeline."

"If you reveal my true purpose too early, you may never reach me."

As for the evil gods of the Warp that span the timeline, Roxi has already experienced their horror.

In order to keep it secret, the Emperor's real escape plan had to be hidden under the Chief's future reinforcement plan, just like the Trojan Horse in Troy. Even Roche, the executor of the plan, did not realize his true mission until this moment.

In order to prevent reinforcements from the Five Hundred Worlds from reaching the solar system, the destructive storms created by the evil gods of the Warp at the hands of the Word Bearers were already difficult enough, and in order to obstruct the Emperor's escape plan, those beings would not hesitate to use more powerful forces.

Thinking of the mission of escape he was responsible for, Luo Xi felt deeply powerless.

Even though he made so many changes in the Five Hundred Worlds, and a huge reinforcement force rushed to the solar system, it seemed to have no essential impact on the final outcome.

As long as the breach in the Webway cannot be sealed, the Emperor will never be able to step down from the throne.

"But you are the Lord of Mankind, you really can't change all this?" Luo Xi held on to his last hope, eager to get a positive answer from the Emperor.

"After such a long plan, have you never been able to solve this dilemma?"

A low thunder rolled overhead, and Luo Xi couldn't tell whether it was real thunder or a phenomenon caused by the overflow of psychic energy under the throne.

The figure of the Emperor, sitting on the golden throne, seemed to fade into deeper darkness.

Luo Xi seemed to see a layered dark shadow from behind the Emperor. It was in a state of waking up, as if it was in endless terror.

A word came from the wind.

"I don't know. I'm just a human being."

Luo Xi was speechless. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

Everyone, including him, believed that the Lord of Mankind was omnipotent. The Space Marines shouted for the Emperor, and the mortals prayed to the Emperor for protection. Few people could realize that he was just a human being.

Human power is limited, and emperors are no exception.

Mortals can pray to the Emperor, but what about the Emperor? Who should he pray to?
He can only rely on himself.

He didn't say anything else. Luo Xi knew that this meeting was over. The one who would face everything next would not be Neos, but the Lord of Mankind named the Emperor.

He seemed to be in a trance, walking down step by step from the top of the golden throne.

For some reason, although he was walking down the stairs, it seemed more strenuous than walking up them, as if all his energy had been consumed by this conversation.

Luo Xi's brain was working frantically. He wanted to find a solution. Even though even a man as talented as the Emperor could not find a solution, what if?
"As long as the Emperor can stand up steadily from the Golden Throne and repair the loopholes in the Webway, everything can still turn around."

"But who can bear the pressure of the Golden Throne? Is the only way to capture Magnus and tie him to the throne as a substitute?"

"Can Uslan bear it? It seems not. His psychic power is not as strong as Makado's."

The image of the Eldar prophet emerged in Luo Xi's mind, but he immediately rejected the idea.

This was not out of concern for his good relations with the Eldar; it was not important at all.

For the survival of humanity, Roxi had no choice but to sacrifice even its allies. When it came to the fundamental interests of the race, Roxi believed that Uslan would sacrifice humanity's interests without hesitation. This was understandable, as everyone was simply banding together for warmth under the threat of Chaos.

……

"He hasn't come out yet? That mortal has been communicating with our Lord for so long."

Under the Golden Throne, the Tribune of the Imperial Guards Diocletian frowned and felt uneasy.

The absolute loyalty to the Emperor means that the Imperial Guards put the Emperor first in everything. A mortal whose background is not well known approaching the Lord of Mankind is undoubtedly a huge security risk.

However, the emperor's order prevented him from going forward to witness the meeting in person, which made Diocletian very difficult.

He glanced at Rogal Dorn, who was standing there like a statue. There was no expression or movement on the other's face, so he put away all his impatience. The Imperial Guards never lacked patience and determination, especially in front of these filthy creatures of the Warp.

Malcador observed the commotion of the Tribune of the Imperial Guards and just smiled slightly in his heart. The Imperial Guards claimed to be the Emperor's own children, so it was not surprising that they behaved like this.

He could already feel Luo Xi slowly walking down from the Golden Throne, and there was no doubt that he already knew all the plans.

This plan, which no one except the Emperor and Malcador was qualified to know, finally welcomed the third existence.

He sighed and thought to himself, "This may be hard to accept, but it is all helpless, Luo Xi, personal joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, honor and disgrace are meaningless in front of the continuation of the tribe."

"Everything is for humanity, everything is for the continuation of civilization."

Luo Xi's footsteps became louder and louder, and when he finally landed again, everyone waiting in front of the throne turned their eyes to him.

Malcador's expectations, Dorn's determination, and the suspicion of the Guardsman Diocletian.

Luo Xi took their emotions into consideration, but he would keep it secret just like the Emperor.

At least now everything has not reached the worst point, there is still room for recovery.

Hope depends.

"I have already met with the Emperor. Let's end this meeting." Luo Xi said to the seal holder.

He winked at Malcador, who understood.

Luo Xi already knows everything, and now he can be called a "comrade-in-arms" and "comrade".

The three of them left the throne room on foot again, just as they had come. After they were out of the coverage of the Golden Throne, the Sigillite used his psychic power to teleport Roche and Rogaldon back to the Phalanx.

Back in the familiar conference room, Luo Xi was dazed for a moment, but he quickly calmed down. He had to do his best to fight for that glimmer of hope.

Putting other things aside for now, their most urgent task at the moment is to defend the solar system, and preferably to defeat or delay the rebel attack.

"I will establish a production base within the solar system and provide absolute material support to all loyalists."

What Roche has to do is to do it dozens of times what he did in Macragge. His Red Alert was born for war, and facing the upcoming solar system war, it is undoubtedly time for it to exert its full strength.

"If possible, I will unify the now fragmented Mechanicus and bring all the productive forces together." Luo Xi said. He had to speed up his original plan and make some big moves.

"I support you. Ever since the Horus Heresy and the split of Mars, Mars has now fallen into the hands of the Dark Mechanicus. Our sources of supplies are extremely scarce, and your presence is undoubtedly a solution to our urgent needs."

Malcador smiled rarely. He had invested unimaginable energy in maintaining the normal operation of the empire. Even Guilliman could not withstand such pressure, but the Sigillite could do it safely.

But now with Luo Xi's assistance, the burden on his shoulders can at least be lightened a little.

He had witnessed the value of the reinforcements from the Five Hundred Worlds. With their help, perhaps they would be able to gain more advantages in the next war with Horus.

The Unified Mechanicus mentioned by Roche was even more satisfying to him. It would be a good thing if those restless Martians could be controlled by Roche.

(End of this chapter)