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

Chapter 555: Liberating the Emperor

This was the third time that Roxi had ascended the Golden Throne to meet the Emperor.

The first time was when he brought reinforcements from five hundred worlds and returned with great difficulty from the Extreme Star Field, and finally got the chance to ascend to the throne and meet the Lord of Mankind.

It was also at that time that he realized that this Lord of Humanity was actually an acquaintance and good friend from his distant past.

However, during the ten thousand years of his sleep, Neos made too many plans and arrangements, even Roche's sleep was part of his calculations.

The second time was when Roche was summoned here by the Emperor and gained the authority and power of Om Messiah so that he could help Lion Johnson and others defeat Vashtor who was assisting Horus.

The Emperor planted the seeds of the Mechanicum in the distant past and shaped the faith of the All-Mechanicus and the Om Messiah.

Roxi didn't know whether he was simply trying to provide support to the Empire in the Great Crusade that was about to begin, or whether he wanted to fight against the evil gods who had imprisoned the human technology tree in a higher dimension.

If it is the latter, then Luo Xi can only say that Neos is looking too far ahead. His plan has already run through the timeline and looks to the distant future.

Today will be his third time to ascend the Golden Throne, and this time he will completely liberate the Lord of Humanity.

The enormity of the Golden Throne can only be felt when you climb up to the top of the tower. Looking up, the endless stairs seem to extend to the end of the universe, stretching infinitely in your sight.

The stairs under your feet exude a grand, sacred spiritual energy, and every step you take creates a layer of azure blue ripples on the surface.

The relic machine beneath him, which was larger than a mountain, was emitting a low and distant roar. This machine, whose operating principle no one could figure out, was maintaining normal operation under the maintenance of the Mechanicus technicians who were loyal to the Emperor.

However, although it is called maintenance, it is actually just the technical priests relying on the experience gained by the Emperor to perform ritualistic and repetitive metaphysical operations. No one can really understand it, and everything is as unpredictable as a technological black box.

They simply burned holy incense in front of this huge machine, rang the ancient bells, and blessed the sacred machine spirit with long and complex hymns to make it happy.

The huge crowd escorted Magnus, just like believers in ancient times offering sacrifices to their gods.

Magnus's wails and pleas for mercy were becoming louder and more complex, and he promised to return to the Empire, but not in this way.

"No, no! Guys, don't do this to me!"

"We can talk about it. Everything can be discussed. We haven't reached that point yet!"

"Koz can be loyal, and so can I. I am your brother too!"

However, no one paid attention to the words of this rebellious fool. Everyone could say nice things, but Magnus was no longer qualified to negotiate terms.

No matter how he could save the situation, it would not outweigh the value of liberating the Emperor.

Many people's contributions while alive are not as great as their contributions after death, and the greatest contribution Magnus could make was to sit on the golden toilet for the Emperor.

"I can feel the raging waves in the warp beneath the Golden Throne. The minions of the gods are attacking the weak points of this material world. If it weren't for the Emperor and the Golden Throne blocking them, I'm afraid the solar system would explode into a new eye of terror."

Sanguinius said slowly that other Primarchs with high psychic sensitivity, such as Leman Russ or Jaghatai Khan, also had the same feeling.

"Maybe I can hold on for a while, maybe an hour or a day, but if we want to maintain the balance here, only this guy can do it." Leman Russ suddenly laughed and patted the Scarlet King who was tied up tightly.

"You are too noisy, my brother." Immediately, the Fenrisian uncorked his bottle of Fenrisian mead and stuffed it directly into Magnus's mouth. The great Scarlet King could only whimper in humiliation, his heart filled with regret. A small part of his regret was that he should not have been so reckless as to penetrate the Golden Throne's Webway barrier, and the majority was that he should not have listened to Konrad Curze's lies and come to Terra.

At least he should wait until Horus reaches Terra before considering it. Otherwise, it would be like crying out to heaven and earth for help but no one would respond. Under Vulkan's anti-psychic chains, he couldn't even feel the breath of the Lord of Change.

After joining Tzeentch, he still did not take the final step and completely sell his soul to the Warp. Magnus had not yet ascended to a Daemon Prince like Angron and Fulgrim.

The damned Spear of Dionysus of Leman Russ was still in his body. The power of Chaos had been expelled, and the Emperor's might filled his body. He was simply unable to fully embrace the Warp.

The Primarchs carried Magnus' body, getting closer and closer to the highest point where the Emperor was. The Guards, except Valdor, had to stay at the bottom because the soul shock at the top was too strong for them to withstand.

On the last stretch of the journey, only the Primarchs, Roche, Malcador and Valdor were left.

After climbing up the last step, the real core of the machine was finally exposed to everyone, and the emperor's majestic figure was sitting on the throne.

He wore a golden laurel wreath on his forehead, and shining holy light emerged from behind his head. The shadow of a golden imperial sky eagle was looming in the light.

And his hazy face changes depending on who is observing it.

As the saying goes, every person has a different face. Everyone sees a different emperor, but they all stubbornly believe that the one they see is the real emperor.

He is the only light among the dark stars, he is the cold sun, he is the hope for mankind's survival.

As long as he remains sitting here, he can bring the rain and snow from the sky back to life, and bring dawn to the dark world. His existence is also mankind's biggest trump card against this galaxy that exudes endless malice and the gods of chaos.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his holy face was somewhat similar to Sanguinius, or rather, every Primarch could find similarities in him.

Endless spiritual energy was being siphoned and squeezed out of his body. Even a so-called Alpha-level psychic would be reduced to ashes within a second in such an environment.

"Father!"

"we are coming!"

Sanguinius, Lion's Johnson and other Primarchs knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their equally holy faces, empathizing with the fate and suffering that their fathers had voluntarily borne.

At the call of his offspring, the extremely tall figure finally slowly opened his eyes.

Endless electric light and brilliance burst out from his eyes. Luo Xi's heart was almost strangled, because he didn't know whether Neos in front of him was a man or a god. The cold sun in the subspace was watching them.

"Let us begin the ceremony of exchanging the Emperor and Magnus." Malcador's voice sounded, and he would preside over this complicated ceremony.

And Luo Xi was also trying his best to appease and influence the Golden Throne. Although he could not control this ancient mechanical creation, he could at least communicate with its machine soul so that it could remain stable during the handover process in the future.

The hearts of many Primarchs were filled with emotions, and together they suppressed Magnus who was still resisting, and pressed him into the empty space beside the Emperor.

A subspace storm surged on the back of Terra, and everyone in the solar system instinctively turned their eyes to Terra, the home planet of mankind. Something big was about to happen.

The astronomical torch that illuminates the Milky Way begins to flicker.

(End of this chapter)