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

Chapter 598: Adam, the Social Master

"Mission accomplished."

"All targets will be detonated and destroyed at the best locations to cause the greatest possible damage to the rebel fleet."

Adam felt his different clones being completely destroyed and annihilated by the out-of-control plasma reactor, but before that he had already uploaded those different consciousnesses to the terminal, so losing some clones was not a big problem for him.

As for the Iron Men who followed him on the mission, their data and simple consciousness were also taken away by Adam, and what was destroyed in the explosion were only some metal bodies that could be replicated in large quantities.

His logic matrix is ​​quickly analyzing the execution of the plan based on the information and data transmitted back, and reviewing those areas where things were not done well.

“Being good at summarizing is a precious quality. Progress comes from repeated corrections and summaries. Nothing is perfect, because perfection itself is imperfect.”

The Iron Man leader recalled the advice given to him by teachers such as Lion's Johnson and Sanguinius. He really took it to heart and learned to put it to good use.

"Chaos and death have completely descended on Pluto. The enemy has gained nothing. The Gemini Gates have turned into space junk, and even the orbital systems and star fortresses have become their graves."

Adam's figure disappeared on the surface of Pluto. He found Sigismund's location on the evacuating transport ship, directly started the power system, and landed near the target like a missile.

His body slowly squirmed, penetrating through the thick armor of the transport ship, and after entering the cabin, it reassembled into its original appearance.

"We meet again, Sigismund."

The blood-soaked black knight suddenly raised his head and saw the figure of the iron man who called himself Adam.

"Where are your kind? They are still on the surface of Pluto."

Sigismund already knew the news that the Twin Gates had been detonated, and he looked at the iron man in front of him with a complicated expression.

Although they were reluctant to admit it, if the Imperial Fists were asked to carry out this mission, it might not be so smooth and fast.

"Iron Man is not afraid of the destruction of his physical body. As long as the data can be uploaded back to the terminal, he only needs another body to be resurrected." Adam explained with a smile.

Sigismund couldn't help but tighten the hilt of the sword in his hand. He was thinking about what method he should use to effectively fight against such an enemy.

Perhaps only by destroying the "terminal" as the other party calls it can these terrible guys be completely killed.

"Don't be nervous, we are not the enemy, on the contrary, we are the protectors of humanity."

“I don’t think humans should be narrow carbon-based life. When this great race of humans leaves their home planet and heads into the universe, the definition of humans becomes more diverse.

My Creator told me that I could become human if I had a human heart."

"The difference between humans and aliens should not be simple genes, but should depend on culture and identity. After all, there are many humans who choose to surrender to the warp and become slaves of Chaos. Can these people still be considered human?"

Adam was able to see through Sigismund's inner thoughts through his keen analysis of micro-expressions. He was able to sense even the slightest emotional fluctuations of the other party.

This skill came from Chagatai Khan. The Chogoris Eagle did not teach him any advanced combat skills or war wisdom, but only told him how to use his "eyes" to observe the world.

The complexity of human psychological changes is even greater than the evolution of a black hole, at least the latter can be calculated.

Adam's advanced and somewhat heretical remarks made Sigismund somewhat silent. If it were in the past, if a mutant or alien had said such sophistry in front of him, they would have been greeted with the merciless power swords and bolters of the Imperial Fists.

But now, the person who said these words is an iron man, especially when humanity is in a life-and-death moment, even the most stubborn person will consider whether to refute the other party.

After all, the Iron Men are a powerful and visible force. They can even exert a force more powerful than the Astartes. At least in many aspects, the Space Marines' speed of mass production and cost-effectiveness are definitely not as good as those of the Iron Men.

Moreover, the boundary between sub-humans and alien mutants in the Empire is not absolutely clear. For example, the Ogryn ape-men who are extremely powerful but not very smart, and the Slytherin rat-men who are extremely short in stature but have excellent sniping skills, are all classified as sub-humans.

Many times, the simplest and most direct criterion for judgment is whether the other person's head is round and similar to that of humans. Those with obviously deformed heads and sharp horns are considered non-human species.

If that were the case, wouldn't Iron Man's head also be round? So, Iron Man is a special kind of subhuman? The Empire rarely uses genetic testing; after all, if something were to turn up, it would be bad for everyone.

As the saying goes, the situation is stronger than people. The seemingly insurmountable "red line" can also be flexibly broken through in special periods.

"Okay, Adam." Sigismund thought for a moment. They were still on the battlefield where gunfire was raging. They had no time to discuss profound topics such as the definition and scope of human beings.

Perhaps their Ultramarines cousins ​​would enjoy such a debate, but the Imperial Fists are better at speaking with their fists.

"We blew up the Star Fortress in Pluto's orbit, as well as the two Star Gates. Now there is great chaos and unrest within the rebels."

"This is a perfect moment. I will immediately organize the fleet and launch a counterattack to inflict the greatest damage to the rebels."

Sigismund was an excellent strategic commander, and he knew exactly when to retreat and when to counterattack.

Now is the best time, the opportunity is fleeting.

"My creator has signaled me to obey your orders, Sigismund." Adam stood beside the Black Knight, shoulder to shoulder with his adjutant Pergus, Lan and others.

"You just need to give me the order and I will execute it 100 percent."

"Please entrust us with high-risk tasks. This is our vocation."

The combination of the Imperial Fists and the Iron Man is a bit weird, and even the two sons of Dorne feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that the two were silent, Adam suddenly remembered the ice-breaking trick Leman Russ had told him, and gently bumped his shoulder against the other's shoulder armor.

He was slightly taller than the Imperial Fists, and his adamantium skeleton and sophisticated internal structure made him much heavier than an Astartes. Lann was knocked to the side and staggered a few steps.

What is this guy trying to do? Provoke? Show goodwill?
This time, it was everyone's turn to be silent.

Adam's logic matrix frantically pondered why the little social skills Leman Russ had taught him didn't seem to be working.

But the Wolf King promised him that as long as he socialized with others in his way, no one would refuse to be his friend.

"First, make warm physical contact, then treat them to a delicious Fenris barbecue, and then drink a bottle of Fenris mead together, and you can become friends with humans."

In Adam's mind, he recalled the secret taught by the Wolf King. The detailed video data was even backed up in the memory.

"Perhaps I have not learned the essence of Leman Russ? According to the analysis, a Primarch would not make such a low-level mistake, so the fault should be mine."

Sigismund looked at the iron man who was trying hard to socialize with them, and the feeling of fear in his heart gradually dissipated.

They had to admit that although Adam looked completely different from them, the humanity and feeling he displayed surpassed most humans.

Even many insane Space Marines have almost completely lost their humanity in the war, and have abandoned everything except fighting and killing.

And Adam was like a living human being stuffed into the iron man's metal body.

If Adam were to wear a power armor, perhaps no one would be able to tell whether the person inside was an iron man or not.

"Since you want to act with us, then obey my command and I will consider your opinion." Sigismund said, and Adam also saluted cooperatively.

"Battle-brothers, for the Emperor, for Dorn, we must launch a counterattack upon the traitors' exposed weakness."

"Listen to my orders, all warships turn around, adjust the engine output to maximum power, and then penetrate them!"

(End of this chapter)