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

Chapter 437: The Legendary King of Death (Please Subscribe)
Roxi's mind was filled with confusion about what the Emperor had done in Comoros, and even when he walked to the throne room, the distracting thoughts in his mind still did not subside.

That's the Comoros!

Even the most promiscuous and dissolute person in the human world can still be called a pure and harmless little white flower after coming to Comoros. Those perverted elves are naturally thousands of times more sensitive than humans.

Not to mention tens of thousands of years of pleasure-seeking, their threshold has been constantly raised, and ordinary stimulation is as bland as water to the elves.

Doesn't that mean that the Emperor would have a lot of fun in Comoros, or even...

"Cough cough!"

Luo Xi coughed subconsciously. It was really immoral to make such malicious speculations about the Lord of Mankind, not to mention that Neos was right in front of him.

The tribune of the imperial guards, Diocletian, instinctively sensed an inexplicable malice. He glared at Roche and warned him not to have any dangerous thoughts.

If it weren't for his special relationship with the Emperor, the Custodian's Power Halberd would have fallen.

Luo Xi ignored the bad-looking imperial guard. These extreme father-control freaks had an explosive desire to protect the emperor.

What would happen if they knew their creator, their father, was suspected of selling ditch in Comoros?
I am afraid that these golden corn heads will also set the Milky Way on fire, so the entire army of the Ten Thousand Men is dispatched to destroy Comoros.

Since learning about the Emperor's past, although Roxi still has great respect for the Lord of Mankind in his heart, that instinctive sense of awe has faded a lot.

In his eyes, the Emperor is not only the Lord of Mankind, but also his unreliable classmate named Neos.

In this era, the only old friend he could consider was Neos.

Only when you are alone, the feeling of loneliness and melancholy will emerge in your heart.

After calming down, Luo Xi once again came to the magnificent throne hall. There was almost no change here from the last time he came. Countless mechanical priests were still busy maintaining this machine that was related to the fate of mankind.

In fact, these mechanical priests are in a sense parts of this big machine, except that they can speak.

When the nuns of the Sisters of Silence once again brought the psychic firewood to the throne room, Luo Xi no longer felt sad, he had become numb.

If he felt sad every time he saw her, his precious humanity would have been exhausted long ago.

At the end of the sight, under the Emperor's Golden Throne, Vulkan's huge figure is so eye-catching.

Even among the Primarchs, he was a true giant. When he first met the mad Fire Dragon Lord in Macragge, the other party didn't even have a suitable set of power armor.

And now, in Luo Xi's eyes, Vulkan has changed into a set of dark green specially made Terminator armor.

Vulkan's armor was the most beautiful armor Roche had ever seen. The delicate scales shone like dragon scales, and seemed to breathe as the Primarch moved.

A huge dragon-shaped monster head is nestled on the right side of the armor. It is a carving of a monster called Salamander from Nocturne. Every warrior of the Eighteenth Legion is proud to hunt Salamanders.

Vulkan's height in armor is even close to five meters. Although this height is not worth mentioning compared to the hundreds of meters high of the throne room, when Vulkan stands in place, it still makes people feel that he can hold up the collapsing sky with his hands.

Next to Vulkan was Rogal Dorn, the Imperial Guard's Primarch of the Imperial Fists. Dressed in brilliant golden armor, Dorn was much shorter than his brother, but had the same indelible sense of determination.

"My dear brother, I don't know how much suffering you have gone through, but now... I have returned."

"Are you the only one on Terra? Where are the other brothers? I'm sorry I lost my mind on Macragge and have no memory of meeting my three brothers."

Watching Vulkan and his brothers greeting each other, Luo Xi couldn't help but feel emotional.

The Fire Dragon Lord no longer had the madness and terror he had before, but instead had the mellow feeling of a simple blacksmith.

He did not look like a Primarch, a conqueror, an invincible general and commander, unlike any Primarch Roche had ever seen.

This is what Vulkan really looks like.

Dorn's silver-white hair stood up like steel needles, and wrinkles like ravines penetrated his noble face, between his eyebrows, at the corners of his eyes, and at the corners of his mouth. This chief steward of the Terra Guards had shouldered too much.

He was too tired, and only after his brothers returned and reinforcements arrived did he feel a little better. But even so, the burden on Dorne was still heavy. As far as Roche knew, this stubborn stone of the empire slept no more than ten minutes a day, and sometimes he even went for weeks without sleep.

Humans always like to deify things they don't understand. They describe the Primarchs with highly complimentary words such as demigods and sons of God.

However, the Primarchs are also human beings. They can get hurt, die, and naturally become tired.

"Welcome back, brother." Dorn stammered for a few seconds, but his stone-like expression once again covered up all his weakness and emotion.

"We need you just when we need you, it's great to have you back."

Vulkan's sensitive heart could feel Rogal Dorn's touch, but his stone brother was not very good at expressing his feelings.

So the Lord of Fire Dragons decided to take the initiative. He bent down from his high position and embraced Dorne with an absolutely warm and sincere attitude.

The tall Terran Guard looked particularly petite in front of Vulkan. He seemed to try to struggle, but even Dorn could not resist Vulkan's absolute power.

He was afraid that his overreaction would hurt the defenseless Vulkan, but the next second, Dorn realized that he was worrying too much.

Vulkan picked up Dorn and lifted up the Stone of the Empire like an adult holding a child.

His muscular body was like a black volcano, and the absolute strength visible to the naked eye was intimidating. Vulkan hugged Dorn tightly with great enthusiasm, and even made a twisting sound of metal intertwining.

Luo Xi felt his teeth aching. Would Vulcan break Dorn's back?
Dorn's face turned pale instantly, but he gritted his teeth and accepted his brother's kindness without saying a word.

"Vulkan's hug is really the most terrifying gesture of goodwill in the galaxy." Luo Xi thought to himself.

The Fire Dragon Lord hugged him for a full minute, and just when his brother was about to expire, he finally released his embrace.

In his huge head, two blood-red eyes sparkled like a dragon's treasure. Vulkan was surprised to see Roxi and immediately shouted.

"I remember you. It was you who examined me in Macragge."

Luo Xi was stunned. He remembered that Vulcan was a charred corpse that was rubbed into charcoal by the atmosphere? He still remembered this? !

Vulkan put Dorn down and turned to run towards Roche.

He suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Even Dorn couldn't bear being hugged, and he, a mortal body, was crushed to death by Vulcan.

Luo Xi pushed the prophet Uslan beside him forward, took a half step back, and protected him in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Prophet."

Uslan: ???

Fortunately, Vulkan realized the inappropriateness of his behavior and did not strangle Uslan to death, because it was this Eldar who guided him back to Terra.

Although Vulkan hates the Eldar very much, his home planet Nocturne has suffered greatly from the pillaging of the Dark Eldar and Eldar pirates.

It was not until the Primarch's amniotic capsule fell on Nocturne and grew up that the people of Nocturne united and, under the leadership of Vulkan, drove out their great enemy, the Dark Eldar.

Uslan was somewhat flattered and saluted the Fire Dragon Lord with the etiquette of the Eldar.

"Well, I'm glad you're back. The Emperor has something else to ask of you, Vulkan."

Makado, who had been watching silently on the side, suddenly spoke, and everyone fell silent.

Then, the scepter in the hand of the empire's seal holder flickered, and a faint golden light emerged from his eyes.

Roche knew that the Emperor had once again called down His power, and that He would speak through Malcador's body.

(End of this chapter)