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

Chapter 377 The Last Shadow Moon Wolf (Please Subscribe)

This was the first time that Roxi came to the Sigillite's office. Even compared with Guilliman's office, the palace where Malcador was located was extremely large.

There were tens of thousands of busy mortal officials in the Ministry of the Interior, and even more clerical servitors carrying heavy documents written on parchment.

Although it is extremely busy, there is a sense of order in the hall. Numerous documents are classified into different categories before being sent to the office of the seal holder.

"Come this way, follow me." Russ left his wolf guards at the door. He knew that his wolf cubs would cause trouble to these extremely busy mortal officials.

Everything here is completely calculated like a precision machine. If any link is slow by a few seconds, it will affect the overall efficiency.

He didn't want to cause trouble to his dear Uncle Malcador.

It is with the support of this administrative system that the Sigillite can handle the massive affairs of the entire human empire. After all, the great Emperor never cares about these trivial matters. Malcador faces a workload that is even more terrifying than Guilliman.

It is truly endless overtime. Every minute and every second, countless planets in the human empire are reporting their work to the throne world, and the different demands of countless mortals are enough to make one's mind explode.

For some reason, when Luo Xi saw those officials coming and going in a hurry, he suddenly felt a lingering fear.

"Strange, I've already left Macragge, why do I still feel this way?"

"My overtime hours are over."

Roche smiled self-deprecatingly. Although Guilliman was an easy-going person, he would always make others as busy as he was.

"Is there a wolf warrior named Malmö in Faffnar's hunting group?" Luo Xi said to Rus sideways.

The tall wolf king lowered his head slightly, and then remembered the wild wolf that had mixed into Faffnal's team and returned.

"There is such a person. I just want to ask him what happened to Malmo in Macragge? Why did he take the initiative to take over the paperwork of the Wolf Lords as soon as he returned to my legion?"

"All-Father, there has not been a single Wolf Warrior in my legion who is interested in clerical work. Malmö is the first." Russ was puzzled, while Roxi was holding back his laughter.

When Faffnir followed him to the edge of the galaxy, he left Malmer next to Guilliman to "monitor" him.

God knows what the Wolf went through to be trained into this state by Guilliman?
"Once that kid has more experience, I will promote him to my Wolf Guard. Ryan has a Lion Steward, Corswayn, and I must also have a Wolf Steward." Russ's competitive spirit rose again, and he could never forget his brother from Caliban.

The unlucky guy back then is now qualified to join the Wolf King's Guards where many powerful people gather. It can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Luo Xi also remembered that among the Wolf Guards who had just stopped at the door, there seemed to be a new blood who looked quite smart. It seemed that his name was Bjorn?

The Wolf King was far more familiar with this place than Luo Xi had imagined. He knew almost every shortcut and turn and could navigate through them with his eyes closed.

"After the All-Father found me, I spent most of my time with Malcador, so my relationship with the Sigillite is indeed much better than that of the other brothers."

Russ explained why he had such a close relationship with Malcador, as most of the Primarchs were unhappy with the Emperor's favor towards Malcador.

Especially Horus, who always believed that it was Malcador who bewitched the Emperor, causing him to constantly lean towards mortals in the interests of the Space Marines and the Primarchs.

When the two men stepped into the deepest office, Macador finally revealed his true face.

The empire's chancellor was sitting in his chair. Countless documents were floating on the ceiling of his office. An invisible force was reading and approving their contents.

Countless figures of Makado flashed in the air, dazzling people like an illusion of light and shadow.

"Is this... creating a large number of clones to help me review documents?" Luo Xi was stunned.

There were at least hundreds, or even thousands, of Malcadors in the room, with different demeanors. Some were calm and composed, while others were furious and rejected the demands in the document, cursing, "What a bunch of bullshit."

Among the many "Makados", only one sat in his seat, seemingly waiting for something.

When Roxie and Russ entered the room, Malcador snapped his fingers, and the numerous shadowy figures dissipated. The parchment documents quickly piled up, as if possessed by spirits. The reviewed documents were carried away by sturdy clerical servitors. These tools, heavily infused with hormones and drugs, possessed terrifying strength. Many Astartes even used armed servitors for special combat training, yet even they struggled under the weight of the documents.

"You're here after all. Please sit down." Malcador seemed to have anticipated Ruth's arrival. He moved his right hand slightly, and two chairs that fit the body sizes of Roxi and Ruth were moved out.

"Are you using psychic power to review and process documents?" Luo Xi asked curiously. After all, everything he saw was quite eye-opening.

"I can't help it. You can't let an old man like me face these things that are more terrifying than a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, right?"

“When you are so busy that you don’t waste a single second of your time, but still find that the documents you receive start to pile up at a speed visible to the naked eye, that is the real fear.”

Malcador shrugged and filled his own cup of tea.

"What a luxury! Using psychic powers to handle government affairs, and being able to do a thousand things at once. No wonder Malcador was able to serve as chancellor of the empire for so long."

The strength of this most powerful mortal psychic under the Emperor seems to be beyond people's imagination. He can divide his mind into many parts to do meticulous tasks such as reviewing documents, but if he combines his mind and strength, what can he achieve?

So far, no one has ever seen this somewhat old and frail seal holder fully unleash his psychic power, even though he looks like just an ordinary civil servant.

Russ was very quiet in front of the seal holder, without any trace of his previous carefree look.

His expression was solemn and his demeanor was calm, making him look like a serious general.

"I don't want you to make such a decision, Russ. You have to understand that you are facing Horus, who was chosen by the four gods. I can feel that he is very different now than he was in the past. He has obtained too much power that does not belong to him, and this undoubtedly surpasses any Primarch."

The Sigillite did not seem to be talking to a Primarch, but rather to persuading a descendant.

"Your greatest possibility is to die in vain. Horus is among the rebels, and the other Primarchs are accompanying him, while you are alone."

"You have no chance of winning."

Leman Russ stood up, his majestic figure casting a shadow. The Fenrisians proved their determination with their actions.

"Master, there are some things that must be done by someone, and only I can do it."

"Children grow up and are out of our control, alas."

Malcador suddenly sighed. He regretted educating Russ to be too persistent. Although firmness and persistence are good qualities, they may backfire if used in the wrong place.

After all, there is sometimes no obvious difference between determination and stubbornness.

"Since you have made your plans, I will do my best to help you. You know nothing about Horus, so perhaps you need some more detailed intelligence support."

"It just so happens that I have a warrior here who knows Horus very well."

The Sigillite turned sideways and whispered to the air. Not long after, an extremely special Astartes walked out of the office door.

He was wearing an extreme power armor with milky white and silver-gray colors. The blood-red cloak was connected by a golden medal with a giant wolf's head imprinted on it. The shoulder armor on his left shoulder was painted with a vivid pattern of a giant wolf under the moon, and the mark [ⅩⅥ] was imprinted in the middle of the breastplate.

Luo Xi's pupils shrank slightly. That was the symbol of the former Luna Wolves. Was this a son of Horus?

There are still living Sons of Horus on Terra? How is that possible?

As if noticing Roche's confusion, Malcador began to explain.

"There are no Sons of Horus on Terra, but there are Luna Wolves. The betrayal was done by the former, not the latter."

"Let me introduce you to the last of the Luna Wolf - one of the members of the Council of Four Kings of the Sixteenth Legion, Gavial Loken," Malcador said.

(End of this chapter)