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

Chapter 534 Bonfire and Group Photo (Please Subscribe)
"If you're worried about wasting time, don't worry. I've modified the speed of time in this room. The time difference is enough for you to take a short vacation to adjust your mentality."

The empire's seal bearer was still taking a nap in his overly ordinary rattan rocking chair. Malcador took off his gray-green hood, which was rare, revealing his silver hair and slightly pale face.

Malcador looked exhausted, his face filled with a look of hopeless disgust and a desire for relief.

As the seal holder and regent of the empire, he was the one who managed this huge empire after the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne and no longer took care of any trivial matters.

The Space Marines openly questioned his authority, the Primarchs resisted his orders, and the uneasy Martian Mechanicus who had fled to Terra issued new requests to him every day.

The empire's huge and complicated bureaucratic system repeated the same mistakes again and again, and these were the tasks he had to face.

"This is not only my intention, but also your father's. He hopes that you can wash away the shadow and fatigue of Betagarmon and face greater challenges with a brand new attitude."

The Seal Bearer was still chattering on, his complaints about Neos almost reaching the limit of his patience.

The Emperor always said that he needed to focus all his heart, will and strength to fight the rebellion brewing on the Golden Throne beneath him, and he once believed it.

It was not until the Emperor sensed that Leman Russ had stabbed the Spear of Dionysus into Horus' body and that Vashtor, Lord of the Soul Forge, had interfered that he summoned Roche directly and gave his old friend the part of his soul that contained the authority over the Mechanicus' beliefs.

Since then, Malcador has realized that no matter how much he overestimated Neos, he ultimately underestimated him.

Even those who know the Emperor best in the world still cannot understand him 100%.

Neos needs to concentrate his strength and energy, but that definitely doesn't mean he can't find time to talk and communicate with his offspring.

He is the fucking Emperor. He can even block the impact of the four gods of the warp in the broken webway by himself, and travel thousands of light years to engage in a battle of wills with Horus in a higher dimension.

Behind Horus are the four malicious gods of the Warp. The confrontation between them is essentially a war between the Emperor and the Four Chaos Gods.

Malcador even doubted whether Neos really could not get down from the Golden Throne, or just wanted to use this as an excuse to throw all the trivial matters to him to deal with.

Based on his understanding of the emperor, he might be capable of doing such a thing.

"I am always ready to offer my all to the Emperor. I do not need rest or reward, because loyalty itself is the best reward."

Ryan took the lead and made his attitude clear to Malcador.

"I have never doubted this, Brother Ryan. Whether in terms of ability or loyalty, you are second to none among us."

Suddenly, an extremely large figure walked out from the shadows of the dense woods.

A black giant who seemed to be able to stand up to the sky appeared in front of the Primarchs. He was wearing a dark green dragon scale armor, and a naked fire lizard skull was decorated on the right shoulder armor. He was running towards his brothers with a smile on his face.

The person who came was Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, who was guarding the Emperor's Golden Throne as the last resort.

"I missed you so much, brothers." Vulkan gave Ryan a loving hug, and suddenly the powerful lion king was held in his arms like a Caliban cat.

Luo Xi could even hear the sound of the Lion King's armor being overwhelmed, and the machine soul inside was complaining and asking him for help.

Ryan clenched his teeth tightly, suppressing his body's desire to resist, and at the same time gave Vulkan a tight hug.

Three seconds later, the lion king was finally put down by his tallest brother. He gasped as if he had experienced an extremely exciting battle, and then walked to the other side with unclear steps.

Then, the Fire Dragon Lord hugged the remaining brothers one after another. It seemed that he finally realized that his power was too terrifying, and Vulkan's movements obviously restrained a lot.

In the end, he just gave Roche a gentle hug and curiously touched the power armor on Roche's body. Vulkan was very aware of the value of the armor on Roche's body, which was even comparable to the artifact armor he forged himself.

"You also know how to forge? Perhaps we can exchange experiences, my mortal friend."

"There will be a chance." Luo Xi promised. Although his impression of Vulcan was full of twists and turns, it was still very good overall.

Except that he died again and again right under Roche's nose, and then was resurrected again and again.

Roche looked around. There were six Primarchs in Malcador's private garden: Lion's Johnson, Sanguinius, Leman Russ, Rogal Dorn, Jaghatai Khan and the last one to arrive, Vulkan.

It could be said that, with the exception of Ferrus Malus, who had died and whose soul had been taken by the Emperor to fight the Daemons in the Webway, most of the remaining Loyalist Primarchs had gathered. Only Roboute Guilliman, who was leading reinforcements from behind the Traitors, and Corvas Corax, who was also conducting guerrilla warfare behind the Traitors, were absent.

If we count Konrad Curze, who was forcibly corrected by Roche, then three loyal primarchs were absent from the gathering.

Malcador, who was lying in the rocking chair, snapped his fingers, and a large bonfire burning brightly suddenly appeared in the middle of a clearing covered with lush grass.

Luo Xi couldn't tell whether it was psychic energy or reality, but the scorching temperature and the feeling brought by the leaping flames were extremely real.

Some of the flesh and blood of Grox beasts were roasting on the campfire. In addition, other ingredients such as ant bulls and Fenris's ice elephants were already prepared.

Luo Xi walked forward and began to turn and rotate the ingredients so that they could be cooked more evenly.

"Since we are all finally together, why not sit down, put aside our worries and troubles for a while, and enjoy a barbecue dinner." Luo Xi suggested.

Even as an "outsider", he could feel the preciousness of this moment of brothers gathering together.

Even during the Great Crusade, there were only a few times when such a large number of Primarchs gathered together, not to mention after the heresy launched by Horus, when everyone was forced by fate to make their own choices.

"I haven't eaten Fenris barbecue for a long time. You have no idea how wonderful it is to have a barbecue and drink with a group of friends in the snow."

The wolf king took the lead as usual. He sat down in front of the campfire and started fiddling with the ingredients from his hometown.

Chagatai, who had become a close friend of Leman Russ, was the first to respond and sat in the second seat.

"It's a pity to have meat but no wine. Master of the Seal, please don't hide your fine wine."

"Today we don't want to talk about state affairs, we just want to get drunk."

Malcador chuckled and used his psychic energy to condense the finest Fenrisian mead and Chogorias milk wine, and even a few bottles of extremely ancient wines that had been treasured since the Age of Strife.

Sanguinius sat next to Chagatai Khan, folded his wings behind him, leaned against a sturdy tree, and looked at the flickering bonfire in front of him with comfort.

Rogal Dorn and Vulkan sat down together. The chief steward of the Terran guards rarely relaxed his tense face and took the initiative to fiddle with the firewood below to control the size of the bonfire.

Ryan was distracted by the scene in front of him, and only reacted when Luo Xi called him.

"Please sit down, Ryan. We've been waiting for you." Luo Xi said quickly.

The Caliban hesitated for a second, then walked over to find a seat and sat down.

At this point, all the Primarchs still on Terra had taken their seats, and they carefully left seats for Guilliman and Corax, who were not present, and Ferrus, who had unfortunately died.

Luo Xi squeezed slightly to the side and barely left half a seat, as if it was reserved for Conrad, the man who had betrayed and then became loyal and returned to the right path.

"Oh right, wait a moment."

Luo Xi controlled his own power and extracted some metal substances from the soil and rock layers of this private garden. He continued to smelt and shape them, and finally obtained a camera that looked very simple in shape.

The camera floats in front of everyone, ready to click the shutter.

"Next, repeat after me - three, two, one, eggplant!" Luo Xi said to everyone.

Although the Primarchs did as they were told, the effects were completely different: Leman Russ put his arms around Jaghatai's neck, strangling him so hard that he had to laugh; Lion's Jonson and Sanguinius sat side by side, and the archangel placed one of his wings on the lion's shoulder; Vulkan hugged Dorn, with his big face pressed against the shoulder armor of the Imperial Fists.

Roxi and Makado stood shoulder to shoulder. He grabbed the hand of the seal holder and made an extremely tacky "scissor hand" gesture.

With crisp click sounds, the retro camera pressed the shutter several times in succession, leaving behind precious photos of this rare gathering.

In the picture, everyone is smiling from the bottom of their hearts, enjoying a short moment of relaxation in Machado's private garden.

(End of this chapter)