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

Chapter 556: The Return of the Lord of Humanity

Replacing the emperor on the Golden Throne is not as easy as imagined.

A close psychic connection has been formed between the Lord of Mankind and the Golden Throne, like a web entangled with thousands of threads, which could harm the essence of both parties if not handled with care.

And Luo Xi was also stabilizing the machine soul of the Golden Throne. This restless machine contained endless terrifying power, which was far beyond the limit of his ability.

According to Roche's previous conversation with the Emperor, the Golden Throne was originally the ultimate creation of those crazy and ambitious people in the Dark Age of Technology who tried to become gods.

Entering a higher-dimensional state to infiltrate the webway, or becoming a giant psychic emitter are just its insignificant functions.

For it, a human individual as powerful as the Emperor is almost a dream user, and it is very resistant to being separated from the Emperor.

Luo Xi was sweating profusely, and Malcador was not much better. The seal holder looked even older, with wrinkles on his face like ravines.

In order to separate the connection between the two, the psychic energy of the seal bearer is burning, and with the help of this external force, the emperor on the golden throne slowly propped up his palm.

Just like a patient who has been bedridden for many years trying to walk again, the Emperor used his palms to prop up his upper body, resisting the powerful attraction of the Golden Prince to him.

The gorgeous and magnificent Zhenyi armor burst out with a torrent of energy, resisting the force. His upper body detached from the seat behind him, followed by the armor on his hips. He was pulling it out of his body bit by bit.

With a silent cry, the Lord of Mankind stood up from the Golden Throne.

In his hand he holds the blazing Emperor's Sword, a divine weapon that has the power to destroy all falsehood and evil, burning all sinful souls.

The throne room suddenly lit up, the Emperor's flame once again illuminating the way ahead for humanity.

Everyone knows that the Emperor is drawing his sword against the Gods of the Warp. With endless courage and strategy, he is increasing the chances of victory for humanity. He points his sword far into the void. Behind the curtain, malicious entities led by the Four Gods of the Warp are becoming increasingly furious.

However, the dual barriers of the Veil and the Emperor's power prevented the powerful malice of those extremely terrifying beings, and the angry gods had no choice but to pour their rage on the brother who made the cursed leave the throne.

In the Emperor's vision, overwhelming scarlet, dark green, and pink-purple forces were invading the demonic domain of the Lord of Change, and countless Warp demons launched a charge under the will of their master.

The bronze bull of Khorne recklessly smashed into the Crystal Labyrinth, the Great Unclean One spread the plague to the demons of Tzeentch, causing these demons, which were in a constant state of change, to fall into a strange silence. The cavalry of the Lord of Pleasure plundered the treasures in the Crystal Labyrinth and dragged the demons belonging to Tzeentch behind their horses and humiliated them at will.

The Lord of Mankind sneered at these subspace monsters with disdain. They were born from the waves of thoughts of intelligent life and the collision of emotions, and naturally they also possessed all the weaknesses of intelligent life.

But these disunited Warp monsters, like an eternal curse, plague all lives and races that want to transcend.

They lurk in the underlying desires of intelligent life, driving the spread of corruption within, prompting the birth of betrayal, and causing glorious civilizations to collapse in the raging fires burning within.

The Emperor's lifelong dream is to allow the human race to break free from this eternal curse and truly embark on the path of independence and free development.

He can pay any price for this, even if it means being torn into pieces or reduced to ashes.

The Emperor was free again. He stood at the highest point of the throne and scanned everyone with his eyes.

Llane, Sanguinius, Dorn, Jaghatai, Leman Russ and Vulkan half-knelt on the ground, gazing at the Lord of Mankind with extremely fanatical eyes. Countless sufferings and tortures received the best reward at the moment when the Emperor rose again.

Chagatai Khan had long criticized the Emperor for concealing the truth from them, harboring distrust and hostility towards the Imperium, but now he held only boundless admiration and respect for his father. One judges by deeds, not by heart, and no one's heart is perfect. Regardless of the Emperor's true intentions, when he was willing to sacrifice everything for humanity to sit on the Golden Throne, no one had the right to criticize or judge him.

The Emperor can only fight against the gods of the Warp on his own. This is an extremely lonely road. In the past, he had a group of immortal companions, but they had already parted ways on this road.

The Eagle of Chogoris greatly admires the courage and wisdom of the Emperor, whose almost limitless spirit underpins humanity's great plan to rebel against the gods of the Warp.

He examined his own past, judged all his other brothers, and finally came to a conclusion - no one could replace the Emperor, and no one could be as good as him.

Even beings like Horus or Sanguinius could only barely catch up to the Emperor's shadow in some aspects, but they would never become the second Emperor.

Roxi, Malcador, and Valdo stood aside. When the Emperor's eyes fell on Roxi, he finally revealed a soft and gentle expression.

The two looked at each other, and everything was said without words.

When someone laughs, someone else cries. Now that the emperor has broken free from his confinement, naturally there will be someone to fill his vacancy.

Magnus was tied with chains, binding him tightly to the Golden Throne. In fact, even without the chains, he could not escape the Golden Throne's almost unlimited thirst for psychic energy.

Leman Russ's Spear of Dionysus was left in place, to be wielded by a loyalist chosen by Lord Commander Valdor himself, and to be driven forever into the heart of the Scarlet King.

Only in this way will he not continue to be corrupted by the power of chaos, and only in this way can he provide energy for the Golden Throne forever. As for whether he is in pain?
Does it matter?

Allowing the traitor primarch to remain alive is the greatest mercy he can show them.

"No! No! No!!"

Magnus's roars and cries were drowned out by the noise of the psychic machine.

His scarlet skin and strong muscles quickly withered and faded. Even the Emperor would be transformed into a skeleton under the pressure of this terrible machine, not to mention that Magnus was far more powerful than the Emperor.

The King of Prospero soon became as thin as a emaciated skeleton, so thin that even his own armor could not support him.

Outside the solar system, all the people of the empire only saw the Astronomican seem to shake for a moment, and then resumed its eternal rotation.

"Did you notice that the Astronomican seems to be a little dim?"

"Maybe we are dazzled. Why did the Astronomican become dim?"

Magnus soon lost the strength to scream. The Golden Throne extracted and siphoned his psychic energy and even his soul, but would not actually kill him.

The throne's life support device was even maintaining the stability of his life so that he could better serve himself.

Even the Emperor turned around and looked at his son who was suffering endless pain and torture.

But rather than pity, the Emperor felt more of a sense of relief at having gotten rid of his anger. If it weren't for this conceited and foolish son, perhaps his Webway plan would have been completed and humanity would not have paid such a heavy price.

(End of this chapter)