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

Chapter 406: Iron Will (Please Subscribe)

Luo Xi had been confused for a long time, why it was always the subspace creatures that could so easily corrupt and pollute the life in the real universe. If the Supreme Heaven and the real universe belonged to the same level in terms of status, then would the subspace creatures be affected and changed by the life in the real universe?

It was not until later, after he communicated with the Necrons and the Eldar, that he vaguely understood the nature of the Warp.

Subspace, the High Heaven, the Void, the Sea of ​​Souls, etc. are all words that describe this existence. It can be understood that the subspace is the mirror of the real universe and the reflection of countless lives. In this world without the concept of time and space, it gathers thoughts from countless life universes.

Eldrad speculated that there were other universes outside of their universe, and the Emperor also admitted that if the situation deteriorated to the extreme, he would send Roche away from this universe to find an unpolluted, clean world.

From this we can see that the souls and power gathered in the subspace are by no means comparable to that of a single universe. The Sea of ​​​​Aether is like a vast ocean, and each universe is the land in the sea. It is possible to reach the world on the other side by passing through the depths of the subspace.

For this reason, the existence of the subspace itself is half a level higher than the real universe, so subspace creatures often have an advantage when facing real universe creatures of a lower level.

Of course, this suppression is not absolute. Countless real universe lives are also affecting the subspace. Countless bizarre fantasies and fears are condensing into all kinds of real nightmares and horrors in the High Heaven.

In fact, many of the subspace demons encountered by humans have their material forms given by human cognition. They may have terrible claws and strange blue wings. These are all demonic existences in the cognition of life.

The subspace and the real universe are constantly causing and effect each other, and have long been entangled to the point of being inseparable. Human beings are harmed by the subspace, but they cannot leave the subspace. The human soul that is cut off from the subspace will eventually wither and die completely.

"Do you know what you are about to face? The Emperor's warriors?"

Luo Xi leaned over the speaker, and his voice suddenly sounded from all the communication interfaces. He had to confirm for the last time whether these loyal Solar Auxiliary Army really understood this mission.

"You will be branded with the stamp of loyalty to humanity, and will faithfully fulfill your mission without hesitation. Even if there is an abyss of certain death ahead, you will jump into it without hesitation."

"Once you accept the ideological stamp, you will have no room for regret. Your life and soul will be completely dedicated to the great cause of human liberation, and you will not stop even at the end of your soul."

After being stamped with the ideological stamp, even the selfishness of individual human beings will be infinitely weakened, and they will become beings with calm thoughts comparable to machines.

This company of Solar Auxiliary Forces stood in neat rows. Each of them was a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles and had crawled back to the world from hell countless times. They were so elite that they could even achieve a good exchange ratio with the Empire's Astartes troops under certain circumstances.

The old soldier in the lead had his left eye replaced by a flashing electronic eye, and a terrible scar that almost split his head in half ran through the corner of his eye. He held his own incendiary gun in his hand and wore elite force feedback power armor.

When Luo Xi's voice entered his mind, he suddenly recalled the distant past, when he was just a pariah on the planet Patinka.

On this planet, there is only the aristocracy headed by Emperor Patinka, the citizen class who serve as servants and lackeys, and the largest but most humble slaves.

According to the laws of this planet, every breath of air is the property of the emperor and the nobles, so he was born as a contract slave of Patinka. From the age of 5, he had to push a mine cart taller than himself with several children of the same age to pour countless ores into the smelting furnace.

Every family on Patinka would have several more children, because almost half of the children would die in the ore smelting plant before the age of 12 due to extreme fatigue and dangerous work.

Patinka's laws stipulated that every child would owe his or her family a large debt when he or she was born, and every family would owe another large debt to the nobles. No pariah had ever been able to pay off his or her debt and gain freedom.

Those who were still able to work hard could barely pay the monthly interest, but those who could not bear this kind of life died of extreme exhaustion, and their bone marrow, blood, and internal organs were eaten up by the nobles.

Even now, when he recalled the past in his deepest dreams, all he remembered was the numbness and pain of his skin being burned by the scorching environment for a long time, and the pain of inhaling endless poisonous smoke into his nasal cavity and respiratory tract.

The nobles stipulated that anyone who breathed poisonous gases in the factory would receive an additional debt reduction, presumably because they were able to reduce their expenses on air filters. He still remembered the last unbearable day, when his father had thrown him into a corner of the mine. Consciousness was fading, and his sanity, like melting ice slag, slowly dissipated into the warm slag beneath him.

Then, before his limbs became completely stiff, he suddenly saw the sky obscured by industrial waste being pierced by the sun's rays. The sunlight shone on his pale skin, bringing him an unprecedented feeling.

The glittering sky seemed like a painting before death. Endless meteors fell from the night sky. He saw countless giants in metal armor walking out of the fire, as if the angels in mythology were coming to take away his soul.

But the giants did not take his soul away. Fighter planes streaked across the sky, dropping countless flames and shattering the guard troops used by the nobles to guard the slaves. Warriors named Astartes came to their world in droves. He still remembered the face of the medic who helped him up from the ground.

They told him: Child, with the redemption you have obtained, you will be the Emperor's coin, you will gain your own value, and no one, including yourself, can waste your value.

In the end, everything changed. The head of the extremely noble Emperor Patinka was hung in front of the palace, on the giant statue that was pushed down and beheaded. The palace was razed to the ground, and the arrogant nobles and citizens had their brains cut off by strange men in red robes and were made into soulless robot servants.

Countless industrial equipment sprang up on this planet, factories were reassigned managers, and every Patinka had his own job and position, and they had to work and serve another emperor.

He didn't care. Although many people died due to intense stimulation after being suddenly liberated from the harsh working environment, at least they died like human beings.

At least this emperor, the master of mankind, allows them to live and die like human beings.

The human empire taught them the imperial truth, and the empire's Ministry of the Interior orphanage raised orphans like him, taught them to read, write and do arithmetic, and taught them how to survive and fight.

He had nothing to offer the Lord of Mankind, but after endless training and battle, he became a glorious Solar Auxilia and joined the Emperor's sacred Great Crusade.

From a young age, he had developed the awareness to devote everything, including his soul and life, to the Emperor he had never met, even though the salvation the Empire gave them never asked for anything in return.

He followed behind the great Astartes Legion, assisting these superhuman warriors in clearing out the alien heretics that were left behind, the cruel monarchs who enslaved their compatriots, and the brutal and barbaric psychic wizards.

Now, the once-illustrious Warmaster Horus has turned his back on the Emperor and sided with the foul creatures of the Warp. Now he and his comrades face twisted monstrosities, genetically mutated deformities, and the raw malevolence of the Warp.

He had witnessed the glory of the Great Crusade of the Empire and had also seen how hell came to the world. He was no longer young, and the years had corroded his iron bones honed in the Patinka mines, but he still stubbornly believed that all suffering should be ended in their generation.

If stamping their thoughts can enable them to deal with those abominations, and prevent them from being corrupted at the first sight of the demons of the Warp, then come, he will surely welcome the supreme glory.

The veteran's thoughts lasted only a second. When he raised his head, the clanging sound without blood or tears had already sounded.

"Please stamp our thoughts on us. We will never regret it. We will dedicate our lives and souls to the great cause of human liberation, even at the end of our souls."

"Let us be the high wall of humanity, keeping out all evil and depravity."

Luo Xi gritted his teeth and ordered the mind control tower to start operating.

Amid the roar of the machines, the Solar Auxiliary Army stood tall and unshakable, calmly accepting the implantation of the ideological stamp.

When the light faded, the already extremely powerful and determined Solar Auxiliary Army was reshaped into an iron will. The evil of the Warp could no longer contaminate them. The lofty ideals protected the hearts of every loyalist and made them fearless of all enemies.

(End of this chapter)