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

Chapter 400 Rand's Wish (Request for Subscription)

Kaur left with his good friend Fredisi and Sharokin.

A space force composed of the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Imperial Fists is waiting for them. The Titans and the Space Marine Legions will tell the restless gene sects on the moon what the greatest truth is.

In the midst of the Imperial Civil War, not only are conflicts arising within Mars, but the genetic sects on the Moon are also watching the situation.

These guys who have been sitting on the fence for thousands of years know how to judge the situation best. Roxi believes that if Horus's rebels enter the solar system, these genetic sects will definitely not mind surrendering on the spot.

Luo Xi also believed that the Master of the Seal would not mind him taking action to deal with the Moon Sect, which he had no time to deal with for the time being.

"Are you optimistic about Kohl? Do you want to entrust him with important tasks?" Sage Rand turned his head and looked at Roxi.

"Isn't it the same for you? I see you are closer to him than some of your disciples." Luo Xi responded, speaking in a low voice so as not to be heard by several Rand students who were busy working.

The wise man laughed so hard that even his wig started to shake. It was funny, really funny.

"Yes, Kaul is an excellent candidate. Although he didn't say it directly, I believe he has mastered the soul synthesis technology of the sage Hester Azpeitia."

"I can even boldly guess that he may have merged with his mentor's soul. The sensitivity and skills he just demonstrated are not something that such a young technical priest can master. I see a weird feeling of disharmony."

Sage Rand had an extremely sharp vision. Although he said nothing, he relied on his own eyes to observe the little secrets hidden in Kohl.

Compared to the experienced and savvy guy like him, Cawl was still too green. Although he had been constantly learning how to hide and disguise in this galactic-level civil war, that was not enough.

Rand didn't care at all that Cawl had merged the souls of his mentor and superior into his own body. For the people of the Mechanicus, there were even more mind-boggling operations to plunder other people's knowledge.

What's more, Hester is a complete traitor. Caul took knowledge from her, but Rand was happy to see it happen. After all, scholars have right and wrong, but knowledge does not.

If Sage Hester's soul synthesis technology were to be lost with her death, it would be a loss for the entire academic community and the empire.

"If Kaul can successfully return, I will invite him to become my last disciple." Rand said lightly, "He has great hope."

Arkan Rand is a spontaneous person, just like he has no interest in the position of Casting General and even went to the Martian Ruins Library for archaeology. Rand is never stingy with the opportunity to promote the younger generation that he likes.

"Aren't you afraid that he will merge you as well? Just like his previous mentor and boss Hurst?" Luo Xi joked.

Suddenly, a meaningful smirk appeared on Sage Rand's face.

"Then I will send Kaul to work under Ezekiel Seidene to learn. That old man won't live long. If we want to merge, we have to merge his soul first."

"Ezekiel's biological genetics knowledge and research results are priceless treasures. I know he always keeps a lot of things in reserve for his students. Rather than letting the knowledge be buried with him, it is better to let Cawl integrate it so that it can continue to flourish."

Luo Xi was immediately ashamed. This seemingly kind sage was actually a pink-cut black.

He and Sage Ezekiel seemed to have a big feud. Rand was okay, but Ezekiel barely concealed his hostility at the meeting to establish the Advanced Technology Community.

The other party has been emphasizing his own qualifications and status to suppress the more powerful Sage Rand.

"In fact, the Space Marine strengthening plan would be better if Ezekiel joined. He actually participated in the Emperor's genetic engineering to create the Astartes, especially the [Black Stone Shell] transformation surgery. He is an authoritative expert. But I don't trust him because he is too selfish." "You make sense." Luo Xi nodded.

Compared with Ezekiel, he trusted Akan Rand more. If any normal person were asked to make the choice, he would probably choose the kind, open-minded and generous sage Rand.

This sage, who always carries an electronic monkey pet and smiles carefree, gives people an almost perfect impression.

"In fact, everyone will die, Luo Xi. If a person does not die, then he is definitely not a human being." Sage Rand suddenly said.

"Noble officials are no exception, and so are the damned Mechanicus sages. Death is fair."

He shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't care whether my soul will be merged with Kaul's. I'm not young anymore, and I'm not that far away from death.

Perhaps life extension surgery can help me survive for a while longer, but under the influence of drugs and transformation surgery, my brain's creativity will definitely be affected."

"If I have a choice, I would rather leave with dignity while I can still maintain my creativity. I also don't want my knowledge to perish. I know my current disciples well. They may be able to achieve certain achievements, but they will never reach my level."

"In this way, perhaps Kaul will be able to integrate my knowledge, which will be an opportunity and a surprise for me. If he can step on my shoulders and go further on the road to the treasure of Om Messiah, then I am willing to do it."

Akanland said with a smile. His smile was very innocent, like an innocent boy who had seen a lot but was still pure and clear.

Even after becoming a great sage of the Mechanicus, he still hasn't forgotten the original wish when he first embarked on the path of pursuing truth.

"In fact, whether I live or die, the difference is not that big. As a believer of Om Messiah, I only care about whether my knowledge can be carried forward and passed on."

"Individuals may perish, but the whole body will not. This is how we humans continue to inherit and pass on the torch, and we have persisted to this day."

Luo Xi's heart was touched. He silently compared Sage Rand and Sage Ezekiel in his mind. In fact, no matter the former or the latter, they both had an endless pursuit and desire to explore knowledge.

It’s just that Rand is more open-minded and clear-headed, while Ezekiel obviously has more selfish plans.

"After I die, my soul will definitely return to the Golden Throne, Luo Xi, do you know that?" Rand suddenly changed the subject and said in a serious tone.

"You know, the soul returning to the Golden Throne is real. That relic from the Dark Age of Technology does have the ability to gather human souls. I know its initial function was definitely not to help human souls find a resting place. It might be that some ambitious people used human souls to do bad things."

"But." Rand paused.

"During the Webway War, I witnessed with my own eyes the Omnimessiah, the Emperor, sitting on the Golden Throne, constantly gathering and calling the souls of the loyalists back to his arms."

"They include mortal warriors who sacrificed their lives heroically, the weak who suffered innocently, and even more Astartes with strong wills and souls. When they return to the Emperor's throne, some of them fall into eternal sleep, while others continue to fight and return again with the blessing of the Emperor's power."

"When the flesh and blood withered and only the bones remained, the Space Marines ignited the Holy Flame of the Emperor, and the existence called the Bound returned from the Warp.

I even saw a headless primarch giant leading those flaming warriors to fight hard in the webway, burning the emperor's will and destroying the monsters."

Roche took a deep breath. If Rand was not mistaken, then the so-called headless primarch must be Ferrus Malus who was killed by Fulgrim in Isstvan V?
The Emperor is like this, he always keeps countless secrets and cards hidden and never reveals them. Even when the empire is in turmoil, he still has a legion of undead souls in his hands that remain motionless.

(End of this chapter)