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

Chapter 624 Waiting for a Comet (Please subscribe)
The mortals who were airlifted to the surface of the planet at this moment had not yet realized that the end of the world was approaching. They came from all corners of the vast galaxy and were brought here as slaves after their home planet was captured by Horus's rebels.

Most of the people came to the solar system for the first time in their lives. They observed the surrounding environment with fear and curiosity. As long as they looked up, they could see the not-so-dazzling light.

They are so far away from the sun that they feel the sun of humanity's home planet is no more than that.

When tens of billions of people suddenly arrive in an unfamiliar environment, extremely chaotic consequences are inevitable.

The Thousand Sons and the Word Bearers were still working out the details of the ceremony, and aside from a daily food airdrop, the mortals on the planet's surface were under no constraints.

Under this special situation, the crowd automatically began to disperse and form groups.

Some strong gang members or retired soldiers began to rely on violence to establish the prototype of gangs. They robbed airborne food and used it as a threat to make more humans obey them.

Some Chaos cultists also took the opportunity to preach among the crowd. They promoted the faith of the gods of the Warp and called on mortals to spit on the false emperor and throw themselves into the arms of the true gods so that they could ascend to the Kingdom of God after death.

Some smarter people tried to salvage useful items from the ruins, even some completely crashed aircraft, so that they could escape from this damn planet.

Some people expose the baseness of human nature, while others show the precious brilliance of human nature.

However, all this farce became meaningless after the ceremony was completed.

"We sacrificed nine hundred and ninety-nine Space Marines loyal to the false emperor, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Imperial auxiliary troops who would never surrender, and ninety-nine billion living mortal slaves."

Ahriman created a psychic resonance with all the psykers of the Thousand Sons Legion. An extremely large eight-pointed star totem in the Warp emerged on the surface of the planet and was also imprinted on every human being.

Ninety-nine minutes later, the ceremony began instantly.

Those humans who were trying to rebuild the social order through violence were horrified to find that their bodies were melting. Everyone was violently vomiting blood, and some even exploded. The blood was pulled into the ritual altar by a mysterious force.

The tide of death spread quickly and no one was spared, no matter whether they were kneeling on the ground to pray, cursing and resisting, or simply lying there stupidly.

Hundreds of millions of humans were losing blood, and their bodies were rapidly melting and merging into the river of blood.

The blood gathered into an ocean that submerged the surface of the planet, constantly churning, taking shape, and rotating, and finally condensed into a crystal ball made of blood in space.

The wails of countless souls surrounded it, and an unprecedented ether frenzy was boiling in the pain of the dead. Driven by this force, the power of the subspace finally broke through the barrier of the curtain and descended directly into the real universe.

Even the Thousand Sons and the Word Bearers looked in horror at the blood-red crystal ball floating in the universe.

Everyone could hear the sound of the immaterial ocean currents rushing, and the whispers directly from the High Heavens began to spread, even the stellar wreckage, satellites, and warship wreckage within the coverage area were being assimilated and integrated.

A terrible whisper came to Ahriman's ears. A warp storm was rapidly gathering and forming, but its range of action was limited to the solar system.

The tools they used for the ritual were corroded by the power of the Warp, and the Dark Apostle Rajak looked exhausted to the extreme, with the exquisite paint on his power armor completely peeling off and the metal plates corroded away.

Ahriman watched as his hair fell off in an instant, and the exposed skin became wrinkled and old like a dying old woman, his life force becoming extremely weak and depressed.

Rajak coughed lightly a few times, and when he spread out his hands again, they were already filled with teeth stained with blood.

Due to the loss of teeth, the voice of the Dark Apostle became a little strange.

"Now, we still have to wait for something to arrive."

"Wait for a comet." Ahriman looked confused, but he soon understood what the Word Bearers were talking about.

In the starry sky, a comet with a thin tail of material appeared in the field of vision.

Its appearance was so abrupt and yet so coincidental, so coincidental that it gave people the feeling that it had been planned for a long time.

"It is a comet left over from the Dark Age of Technology. It only appears once every thousand years around the solar system. The last time it appeared on Terra was when the Unification War ended."

The Word Bearer explained to Ahriman, who was watching the approaching comet, wondering what was going on.

"To celebrate the victory in the Unification War, the Emperor intercepted it, and we built a temple on it to commemorate the victory.

During the Great Crusade, we the Word Bearers once again built a temple on the comet to honor the Emperor, and buried here the remains of countless people who died heroically for the Imperium."

Ahriman suddenly realized that this comet was the last missing piece of the puzzle.

Only by offering sacrifices to the bones of the Empire's victims and its dormant temples can the Dark Gods be truly pleased.

Let the sacred be corrupted, let the loyal be tarnished, let the remains of those who sacrificed for the Empire and humanity become the pendulum that tolls the death knell of the Empire.

The sacrifices of tens of billions of humans were only intended to contaminate the human remains on this sacred comet.

"Previously, the Imperial Fists cleared and destroyed our traces on this comet, but as it moved here again, we also cleared out the Imperial Fists stationed on it."

Rajak decided the fate of the Empire's defenders on the comet with ease, and Ahriman was not surprised.

This war is just a game of you killing me and me killing you. Death is a very normal thing.

"Now, let us board the comet and complete the final ceremony."

Rajak invited Ahriman to board the Thunderhawk gunship, and under the operation of the technical sergeant, the orbit of the ship gradually overlapped with that of the comet.

Many gunboats fired at the comet's artificial shell at the same time, while the Word Bearers praised the dark gods devoutly. Whenever Ahriman heard those disgusting prayers, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

A series of attacks penetrated the artificial shell of the comet. Humans in the dark technological age created it for unknown purposes, and now this comet will become the key to the success of the ceremony.

Ahriman and Rajak jumped out of the cabin before the Thunderhawk gunship landed. The air here was extremely cold, and the water vapor on the surface of the power armor instantly turned into ice crystals.

Scattered on the ground here were the remains of the Imperial Fists' iconic yellow power armor, mixed with the bodies of some Word Bearers warriors.

Surrounding these identifiable corpses are countless white skulls, which are the remains of the victims buried here.

The thin material emitted from the surface of the comet emitted a psychedelic light under the sunlight, which made Ahriman stare at it for a long time.

"Go ahead, let's open the portal to Terra."

As Layak spoke, the huge blood-red crystal ball condensed in the universe appeared on the orbit of the comet, and the two collided violently in an instant.

(End of this chapter)