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

Chapter 582: Orpersong? Warmaster?

Originally, Roche had this plan in mind: since the Emperor could walk freely, he might as well let the Lord of Mankind lead all the remaining loyal troops to launch an expedition to wipe out Horus's rebels.

Anyone who knows the history of the Great Crusade knows that the Emperor has this ability.

The human army commanded by the Emperor himself and the human army without the Emperor are two completely different concepts.

Moreover, with his personal strength alone, it is not inconceivable that he could slaughter an entire traitor army single-handedly.

When Roche saw through the deeper meaning of Neos' words, the Emperor did not object.

He was silent.

"This is the second dilemma those four evil gods set for me." The emperor shook his head and sighed.

"The first option is to keep me trapped on the Golden Throne. I can only choose to suppress the Webway so that the human home planet will not explode and become the second Eye of Terror."

"And now that I'm out of trouble, I have to face the second choice they gave me: either I continue to absorb the energy of the warp to fight against Horus, the embodiment of their power, or I can only rely on my own strength to fight against rebellion."

The evil god's calculations are linked one after another. When you think you have escaped from your original predicament, you will inevitably face a new predicament.

"You must not continue to consume the energy of the warp, my lord."

Suddenly, the voice of the Sigillite Malcador was heard from the side. The Imperial Chancellor, who was supposed to be handling busy government affairs on Terra, had arrived on Ganymede at some point in time.

The seal bearer stood in front of the emperor in a hurry and warned him with a serious face.

"You and I have already practiced this in countless games of regicide. The Dark King must not be born no matter what, because when this god, who symbolizes the end and death, is born, humans will no longer have a chance."

"This is somewhat similar to the Eldar, the former overlords of the galaxy. After their Prince of Joy was born, he immediately devoured the gods of the Pantheon and also swallowed most of the Eldar souls into his stomach to torture them forever."

"But the Eldar still have tens of millions of years of heritage. They can also use the webway left by the ancient saints to hide themselves. Until now, they are still lingering. But what about us? What can we rely on?"

Roche had to admit that Malcador's words were very sober and rational. Humans despised the Eldar, believing that they were just the remnants of a glorious empire, just some dead species.

But at least he survived the cry of Slaanesh's birth, and completely split into bean sprouts of various colors to find a way out.

The white bean sprouts that escaped via the Eldar Ark and the Infinite Circuit; the black bean sprouts that hid in the Webway Commorros; the wild bean sprouts that lived as primitive people in various remote and barren worlds; and even some flower bean sprouts that depended on the only Eldar god who escaped: the God of Laughter.

Even though humans seem to be in a very prosperous state now and have almost become the new overlords of the galaxy, if the Dark Lord is born, I am afraid that all this will be destroyed in an instant.

By then, will there be any living people in the entire galaxy except for the humans captured by the great galactic collector and kept in the Solomons Museum?
"Malcador is right, and that's what we all mean."

"Nios, it's time for you to stop."

Another unfamiliar voice sounded, following Malcador's side.

When hearing this voice, Luo Xi clearly felt that the emperor beside him suddenly became stiff as if he had been electrocuted. He turned back in disbelief, but stopped again.

But after a fierce psychological struggle, the Emperor turned his head and looked for the owner of the voice.

Next to Makado stood a middle-aged man with a stubbled face and very neat short hair.

He looked no different from other mortals, and was not even handsome, as his mental state seemed a little depressed.

The man's face was covered with wrinkles and furrows left by the years. His deep black pupils seemed to contain the accumulation of countless years. He looked at the emperor with a helpless expression.

"Long time no see, Neos. I thought we would never see each other again."

"It's still not better." As he spoke, the man even had a half-burned low-quality cigarette in the corner of his mouth. It seemed that it was a recreational toy that he grew and rolled out by hand.

There were faded, low-quality tattoos on his hands that didn't look like the work of a serious tattoo artist.

Luo Xi didn't know this person, but he recognized the necklace hanging on his chest.

This ancient cross necklace comes from religious beliefs before the birth of Christ. Luo Xi originally thought that this belief had long been lost in the dust of thousands of years, but he did not expect to see it again today.

"Orperson." The emperor said word by word, his eyes staring straight at the other person, as if he wanted to crush him and eat him.

Luo Xi noticed the strange atmosphere between the two, and immediately took a few steps back, came to Malcador's side, poked the prime minister on the back and asked softly.

"Who is this guy? Why haven't I heard of him?"

The emperor's expression was extremely complicated. Luo Xi had never seen Neos with this kind of expression. It seemed that he finally saw something he had not expected happening.

That complex expression contained shock, surprise, anger and resentment.

How should I put it? It's like... a resentful woman who has been abandoned.

Luo Xi instinctively shuddered at his own weird associations. This idea was too heretical.

"Orperthon, the oldest living Immortal, is thousands of years older than even the Emperor," Malcador explained.

"He is probably over 45,000 years old. He was one of the heroes of the Argonauts. He fought at Austerlitz, at the meat grinder of Verdun, and in the Gulf War during the second millennium of mankind."

Strictly speaking, the four people present are all immortals, but the one who looks the oldest, Malcador, is actually the youngest. He is just a young man in his early six thousand years old.

“He was also the Emperor’s first Warmaster. When we were planning the Unification War on Terra, Orpesson was already the Emperor’s right-hand man.

Of course, the deep relationship between the two of them can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago, when they tore down the Tower of Babel together and ended the conspiracy of an evil sect. "

Hmm? The first Warmaster?!
It was the first time that Roche learned of this shocking news. Wasn’t Horus the Emperor’s first Warmaster?

This ordinary, middle-aged man in front of me who doesn't seem to have any special features? War Marshal?

This doesn't look that good?

And looking at the emperor's sad look, it seems that Orpesson had abandoned him.

Luo Xi's face was full of satisfaction as if he had gotten something good. Before, Neos had been plotting against him, but now he finally got some leverage over him.

“Orpesson said he was from Calth. He had a farm there before, but it was destroyed by the rebellion started by the Word Bearers,” Malcador said. “You were also in Calth before. I thought you might have met before.”

"Unfortunately, no. I had just awakened in the Calth period and was involved in a world-destroying war. I had no time to meet this immortal elder."

Luo Xi couldn't help but feel that fate was wonderful. When he first came to Cowes, who would have thought that there was another immortal on the planet.

The two of them had once been on the same planet, but they passed each other and had no communication.

However, this pair of old friends and old enemies can meet again today, it seems that they are also here for the emperor's ascension to godhood, a flash of enlightenment flashed through Luo Xi's mind.

He began to look forward to this meeting. He had already smelled an extremely bloody smell, but this was not just any bloody smell; it was the Emperor's bloody smell.

The love-hate relationship between the Emperor and his first Warmaster, no one can resist watching such a heavyweight show.

(End of this chapter)