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

Chapter 558 Human Succubus (Seeking to follow)

Today is the most exciting and inspiring day for the Imperial Guards guarding the Imperial Palace. When the Imperial Guards guarding the steps of the throne saw their lord slowly descending from above, everyone straightened their backs and accepted the Emperor's inspection in the most energetic state of mind.

More Guards were currently engaged in an eternal battle in the webway beneath the Golden Throne, while the unique communication system within the Guards informed everyone of the extremely important news that the Emperor had stepped down from the throne.

The faith that had been waning during the long battle was rekindled by this news.

No more words are needed, no more reasons are needed, just telling everyone that the Emperor has returned, that is enough.

The strength and speed of the Imperial Guards, which had already reached their limits, increased again. These golden-armored giants, together with the Sisters of Silence, slaughtered the demons of the Warp, shouting the name of the Emperor and utterly killing the enemies.

The news of the Emperor's return could boost humanity's fighting power better than any stimulant. Inside the Webway, another group of warriors, whose bodies were burning with flames and only their skeletons and power armor were left, also had their morale boosted.

At the forefront of their line, a giant over five meters tall, covered in power armor burning with flames, looked back in the direction of the golden throne.

He has a pair of silver-white arms, and the wriggling metal seems to be alive as it moves around his body. A war hammer emitting a violent aura is tightly grasped and wielded by the metal hands, smashing any demon that stands in his way.

The huge weapon backpack is integrated with the power system. Various chainsaws and melta weapons extend from his back. Bombs roar, and multiple metal arms carry violent power and directly clear a battlefield.

Countless silent cursed warriors followed behind him, using the flaming grenade launchers in their hands to deal fatal blows to the demons.

He is an army all by himself, bringing endless wrath to those who were the original curse.

"…Father…"

"Magnus... idiot..."

A deep and hoarse voice sounded from the giant's chest, and under the cover of his helmet, there was only a ball of blazing black flames.

His head is missing.

In this broken web, an endless stream of demons poured in like a tide. Every time one was killed, ten times as many would return.

Even an extraordinary existence like the Imperial Guards was constantly being decimated in a war that seemed to have no end. On the contrary, the Cursed Legions, after being shattered, were able to return and be reborn in the flames.

They are better at this kind of endless and messy battle than the Imperial Guards. Their leaping flaming warheads can effectively kill Warp demons, while the physical damage used by the Imperial Guards is weakened by the power of the Warp.

The war on the Web has never subsided; it is a microcosm of human destiny. Only when humans are completely free of the eternal curse can they completely put an end to these meaningless fights.

And in the palace.

Malcador the Sigillite quickened his pace a little. The Imperial Chancellor was in a very good mood, and even temporarily escaped the influence of the endless terrible political affairs and the bad news from the front line.

Many times, Malcador even hoped that he would be the one sitting on the throne. Even if his soul was siphoned away by the throne, at least he would die quickly and would not have to face the endless pain and torture.

However, now that the Emperor has returned, Malcador is completely unable to endure the heavy responsibility imposed on him. When he was about to hand over his power to the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind seemed to sense something and spoke first.

"My friend, during my time on the throne, I have seen everything, thanks to you watching over this crumbling empire."

The emperor slowed down his pace and came before the seal bearer under the gaze of his many descendants.

"Words cannot express my gratitude to you, because any language is pale. You and I have sacrificed everything for a common great ideal. I believe that if I had not taken that position, you would have made the sacrifice without hesitation."

Luo Xi saw the old face of the Imperial Chancellor, who seemed never to panic and always had everything under control, revealing a trace of feeling awkward and embarrassed.

"Compared to my passive sacrifice, my friend, your sacrifice is more difficult and valuable. Please accept my admiration."

"I am so lucky to have a comrade and assistant like you."

The Emperor leaned over and embraced his close companion affectionately.

All at once, all of Malcador's pent-up complaints and brewing excuses vanished.

He even forgot what he was going to do. He just saw the Emperor smiling at him in a daze, and all the words were stuck in his throat. "Damn, damn smile, Tianqi, you really are..."

"I don't want to work overtime...I, I, okay."

Malcador cursed helplessly. Who could say no to the Emperor's smile and gratitude?
"I now know where your talent comes from. If there is a smile in the world that can surpass Sanguinius's, it must be the Emperor's smile."

A strange smile appeared on Luo Xi's face. He moved closer to the archangel and tried to pull out a hair as a souvenir.

The archangel flapped his wings, brushed away Luo Xi's claws, raised his heroic eyebrows, plucked the most perfect feather from the top of his wing and handed it to Luo Xi.

"Why are you so interested in my feathers? So was Azkaelon."

Luo Xi just smiled without saying anything, then stuffed the golden feather into the gap of his armor.

What a beautiful scene it was, the Lord of Mankind warmly hugged his old friend, while his sons gathered together and watched their father escape from torture.

Luo Xi hoped very much that this scene of tranquility could continue forever, and it would be best if it would not come to an end.

He kicked Sanguinius's power boots again, tilted his head and spoke softly.

"So your father was a man who could say nice things. If only he had told your rebellious brothers the same nasty things he said to Malcador, those love-starved problem children wouldn't have rebelled one by one and set the galaxy on fire."

Luo Xi felt extremely helpless when he thought of this problem. The Emperor was a qualified leader and guardian, but he was definitely not a qualified father.

He was always reluctant to express his true feelings to his sons, even though he did love them in his heart, he just wouldn't say it.

He would neither express his love to his son in words nor listen to his son's opinions. He would not indulge these original beings who were born superhumans, and would even strike them down whenever he had the time and opportunity.

He has great faith in his children's abilities, but does not completely believe that they can do better. He never tries to add more family affection to the conversation between father and son, and often just gives a cold and official attitude.

Such a complex and contradictory parent-child relationship is a reflection of the relationship that the emperor advocates and maintains.

Luo Xi's comment on this can only be: "Half of Neos' sons chose to betray him, and he was at least half of the reason. With such an extremely twisted father, it is strange that they still choose to be loyal to him."

Not everyone can tolerate such a father and master.

Listening to Roche's evaluation of the Emperor, Sanguinius could not help but nod in agreement. Their father would never say that he loved them, so how could they be sure that fatherly love really existed?
Especially since there are various talented people with different personalities among the original bodies, they need to express their emotions with passionate and straightforward language.

The emperor's silent statement undoubtedly chilled the hearts of many brothers.

Sometimes the Archangel would even have some whimsical ideas. What if all the Primarch brothers were raised by Guilliman's adoptive parents, King Konor and Lady Euden?
After all, this Macragge brother is the only one among the Primarchs who has both parents and the happiest childhood.

But no matter what, at least it is much better than the current situation.

The Emperor, who was being intimate with Malcador and trying to comfort the Imperial Chancellor, suddenly shuddered. When he realized that this feeling came from Sanguinius, he immediately felt extremely suspicious.

"Sanguinius, my son, you have worked really hard during this period."

The Emperor once again showed his invincible and friendly smile, but beads of sweat were faintly dripping down Sanguinius' back.

Forget it. Such a nagging emperor is obviously not his cup of tea.

Only brothers like Horus and Perturabo would be so receptive to the Emperor's family offensive.

Sanguinius is essentially a person who is warm on the outside but cold on the inside, especially since he inherited the Emperor's charisma. The Archangel knows very well what is going on in his mind when he shows this attitude.

Because when he is annoyed with some difficult people, he will show this look to make the other person shut up completely.

According to Luo Xi's description, this should be called... the smile of a human succubus!

(End of this chapter)