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

Chapter 649: The Spirit of Vengeance (Three in One)

Abaddon vanished in the blazing flames of the forge, and even the two Primarchs were unable to stop him.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Haha, seems like I've gone too far?" Luo Xi touched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I smell Vashtor's stench. This little jerk doesn't dare to show up in Terra, but his little tricks never stop."

The Lord of the Forge is, after all, a lesser god of the Warp. Although he is nothing to the Emperor, it is not difficult for Him to personally take Abaddon away.

"This is all Ryan's fault. He was too slow." The Wolf King started to shift the blame. With his personality, telling lies with open eyes was a piece of cake for him.

Ryan snorted coldly and did not continue to explain, because the explanation itself was pale and useless.

The Lion King of Caliban is an absolute pragmatist and would not engage in any pretentious things.

"He can't get far. There is no place for them on Terra now. The Iron Warriors have surrendered to us. Abaddon can only be transported to the Vengeful Spirit in orbit."

"Go meet my father first, and then I will completely turn Horus and his damn battleship into dust."

Luo Xi and the Wolf King looked at each other, as if this was the only way now.

Everyone met Chagatai Khan who was rushing towards this side. As soon as the Chogoris War Eagle saw the situation, he knew that an accident had happened and Abaddon had escaped again.

"Don't worry too much about these little things, brothers. The most urgent task now is to completely destroy Horus' ambition. Father is summoning us, and Sanguinius and his men have already gone there."

Hearing the Emperor's call, Ryan Johnson immediately put aside all his bad emotions and even asked Russ to help check whether his demeanor was dignified.

The lion king will only show this attitude when facing his master.

Dorne has handed over the cleaning and defense of the Lion's Gate to Sigismund and Radolon who have returned.

The many Primarchs escorted Perturabo, who had transformed into a child, to the throne room where the Emperor was.

Led by Sanguinius, Lionel Johnson, Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan, Dorn, Curze and Little Perturabo went to meet the Lord of Mankind together.

If we count Mortarion who is currently imprisoned in the Shadow Prison of the Palace, Magnus who sits on the Golden Throne, and Vulkan who is in charge of guarding, there are a total of ten Primarchs in the entire palace.

Even when the Great Crusade reached its true climax and the Battle of Ullanor had never gathered so many Primarchs.

In the heart of the palace, the imperial guards who were originally densely stationed have become much sparser, and many of the sentries are even vacant, making it look particularly desolate and lonely.

These guards of the Emperor paid a heavy price in the defence of Lion's Gate, and together with the Sisters of Silence they slew no less than eight Chaos Daemons, as well as countless dangerous Warp creatures.

The Emperor's Claws are indeed effective against the Undying from the Empyrean, but they can also be killed by these enemies, and even if they are lucky enough not to die, they may be contaminated.

The extremely arrogant Praetorian Tribune Diocletian was still alive, but when Roche saw him again, he was surprised to find that his right arm was empty.

Diocletian held his guard spear in his left hand and stood like a pole, no different from before.

"I can use machines to make a perfect arm for you. It will be exactly the same as the original one, or even better." Luo Xi said.

Although he had little affection for the arrogant Custodian, his loyalty to the Emperor was undeniable.

The majority of the Custodians were like Diocletian, who were infinitely loyal to the Emperor and looked down upon everyone else.

"I can naturally fulfill my duties, no need to say more." Diocletian was still stubborn, and he rejected the kindness of the person in front of him without hesitation.

Luo Xi sighed in his heart. These perfect alchemical creations of the Emperor seemed to have gone astray in their thinking.

They only care about the safety and honor of the emperor, but turn a deaf ear to mortals, and even look down on them with great arrogance.

But they didn't see that the Emperor could even sacrifice himself for humanity, which is really laughable.

Since the other party was unwilling, there was no need for Luo Xi to try his best to please him. He simply walked past the one-armed imperial guard and headed towards the emperor.

The Lord of Mankind had already stood in the center of the throne room, awaiting everyone's arrival.

Many Primarchs came before the Emperor and knelt on one knee in unison with the highest respect and worship.

This is true even for a rebellious Khan like Chagatai Khan, a holy Khan like Sanguinius, or a rebellious Khan like Curze.

At this moment, they are not only the Emperor's own children, but also a human being expressing the highest gratitude to his guardian.

Whether it is love or hate, the Emperor objectively protects all human beings, which gives them the opportunity to love and hate.

The premise for them to fight a bloody battle with the traitors on the Terran defense line was that the Emperor used his incredible spiritual will and psychic power to resist the terrifying pressure of Horus and the dark gods behind him.

Without the Emperor, humanity would not even have a chance to resist and would be directly swallowed up and destroyed by the Warp.

The emperor's expression was normal, neither happy nor sad, as he scanned the faces of his sons one by one.

When the Emperor saw little Perturabo, his eyelids suddenly twitched and the muscles on his face stiffened slightly.

A while ago, Mortarion came, and now little Perturabo appears. What is going on?

"Father, give the order. The rebels have been defeated now. As long as we capture the Spirit of Vengeance, this shameful betrayal will come to an end."

Ryan Johnson said frankly that he had seen the dawn of victory ahead.

"In fact, we are already doing it," the Emperor said.

In front of everyone, a psychic projection hundreds of meters high appeared, and the projection showed the image of the Spirit of Vengeance.

The Emperor's Vision and the Phalanx were releasing deadly firepower at the Spirit of Vengeance that was enough to destroy it dozens of times, but the head of the rebellion was like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water, and was not affected at all.

Even the Spirit of Vengeance's void shield had been lowered and the entire battleship's engines had been shut down, but no weapon, whether it was the macro cannon or the light spear, had any effect on it.

Everyone was shocked and didn't understand why.

"The Spirit of Vengeance has now become a kind of superposition state. Its warships in the real universe and its projection in the subspace have merged into one, becoming a conceptual ritual altar." The voice of the Emperor sounded.

"How can a physical attack defeat a conceptual existence?"

Luo Xi had vaguely realized what Neos was going to say next.

"My sons, Horus sent down the void shield as an invitation to challenge me."

"Everything can only be completely ended if the outcome is decided on the Spirit of Vengeance."

The wolf king's rude curses broke this cruel and suffocating feeling of oppression.

"If he wants to fight, then fight!"

The Wolf King looked around and saw that all his loyal brothers, except Guilliman and Corax, were already present.

"No matter how strong Horus is, he is only one man. There is no need to talk about a just duel. If we attack together, we will definitely be able to subdue this damn bastard."

"Why not wait for Guilliman's reinforcements to arrive, Father?" Dorn said, preferring a more cautious solution.

"Guilliman?" The Emperor raised a brow. "He is already here."

"Guilliman has finally arrived? Where is he?"

"He has already missed our decisive battle at the Lion's Gate. He cannot miss the boarding battle against Horus!"

"Didn't this ambitious fellow come late on purpose? Terra's troops are already depleted and its warriors are exhausted, so he came with hundreds of thousands of Astartes and hundreds of millions of auxiliary troops to support us."

When the many Primarchs heard the news, their reactions varied.

Some people even openly expressed their suspicion and concerns about Guilliman, as they had accumulated too much dissatisfaction with him in their hearts.

The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds has the largest Astartes Legion and affiliated forces of all the Primarchs, but his main forces have been chasing the rebels from behind.

Had Guilliman and his Legion been in the Sol System, the Siege of Terra would never have happened.

Horus and his allies would be ruthlessly overwhelmed by the overwhelming Ultramarines, without any chance.

Roche wanted to speak in defense of Guilliman, but he couldn't find a chance to speak.

Too many Primarchs are dissatisfied with Guilliman. If he were here, it might not be just a simple criticism.

At least the Wolf King is ready to strike Guilliman a blow.

Even Leman Russ knew that Guilliman had played an irreplaceable role. At least a considerable part of the rebels were tied down by the Ultramarines and other legions under their command, and it was their existence that forced the rebels to launch a reckless attack.

But Leman Russ never makes sense. He is a barbarian. How can a barbarian make sense?

He only talks about physics, not reason.

The Emperor's psychic projection changed again, and the scene had switched to the outer areas of the solar system.

Tens of thousands of space warships formed a fleet of terrifying scale, rushing towards Terra from at least eight directions.

A battleship of this size made everyone break out in cold sweats. If Guilliman had any rebellious thoughts, Terra would probably not be able to stop him.

"Father? Is that you? This is Guilliman!"

The Emperor used his incredible psychic powers to connect with Guilliman's flagship, so that both sides could see the other's current situation.

Next to Guilliman stood a tall, thin, pale man with long black hair. The first time Roshi saw him, he thought of Curze.

It has to be said that Corax and Conrad Koz are indeed 70% similar, but the slightly melancholy temperament of the other is not something Koz possesses.

What normal people feel when they see Koz is not melancholy, but pure perversion and terror.

The Macragge man looked at the neatly arranged brothers in front of him with great excitement. What he thought about day and night was to be able to reunite with these brothers as soon as possible and then defeat Horus together.

Now that I see they are still safe, my heart finally settles down.

But he just glanced and instantly noticed the out-of-place figure.

"This is... Perturabo?" Guilliman exclaimed.

He hated this traitorous brother to the core. The distance from the Five Hundred Worlds to the Solar System was blocked by countless Iron Warriors for a long time.

The 13th Legion and the Broken Legion warriors who gathered along the way paid a huge sacrifice to get through the Iron Warriors' defense line and reach the edge of the solar system today.

Even the melancholy Primarch beside Guilliman showed horror and looked at a loss.

Perturabo closed his eyes with a flushed face, accepting the curious gazes from his brothers.

It hurt, it hurt so much. His self-esteem and pride were once again trampled and crushed under the feet of these people.

I'm afraid that from now on, when people mention Perturabo, they will not think of the so-called Lord of Steel, nor the strongest and most unyielding man in the empire, but a little kid who is still breastfeeding.

For Perturabo, who was very concerned about his reputation, this was even more painful than killing him.

The guards also pulled out Mortarion, who was imprisoned in the Shadow Prison, and made her stand together with little Perturabo.

An "embarrassed" look appeared on Guilliman's face. The skin and muscles on his face were crowded together, and his face was full of confusion and puzzlement.

No, I was just absent for a while, why are you making so much trouble for me?

The Macragge suddenly felt helpless and isolated from everyone, and he was eager to get to Terra.

"Brothers, we have reached the edge of the solar system, but we cannot enter the inner space." "It seems that time and space here have stagnated. No matter how we activate the subspace engine or the physical engine, we cannot cross this distance."

Guilliman's words were full of anxiety and pain. He brought enough support to make the final decision, but now he couldn't even enter the solar system.

This is undoubtedly more painful. Having the ability to do something and not being able to do it are two different concepts.

"According to the battleship's Thinker computer, this distance can be completed in just nine hours. But, but, I don't understand why this is happening."

"It's the Warp." Roche answered Guilliman's question.

"The power of the Warp, under the control of Horus, has sealed off the entire solar system. You outside cannot get in at all, whether it is conventional navigation or Warp jumps."

Guilliman was stunned. He couldn't accept this reality.

"Is there really no way?" He still wanted to struggle.

Roxi turned his gaze towards the Emperor, and the Lord of Mankind silently shook his head.

"Horus has invited me. He wants to fight on the Spirit of Vengeance, and the time is now."

"Guilliman, your mission is to clear out the remnants of the rebels in the outer solar system and make sure they are completely destroyed.

After this war is over, it will be a long task to clean up the traitors and rebuild our homeland, and it will still require you to take care of it."

Guilliman clenched his fists at the Emperor's command.

This was boarding without him, this was naked bullying, Guilliman was in great pain.

"I promise you, father." The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds replied helplessly.

The psychic projection slowly dissipated, and everyone waited for the Emperor's final orders.

"Vulkan, you are responsible for guarding the Golden Throne and Magnus. If we fail, you must immediately use the Seven Hammers Amulet to detonate the Golden Throne and prevent the gods from obtaining the future of mankind."

The tall black figure standing in the far corner just nodded silently, and no one even realized that Vulkan was here.

"Dorn, you will guard Mortarion and Perturabo." The Emperor said to Dorn.

But Dorne, who had always been absolutely obedient to the Emperor, shook his head stubbornly.

"I'm sorry, but I refuse, father."

"The task of guarding the two of them is not difficult. It is OK even if we let the imperial guards guard them. If it is not possible, we can let Vulcan do the hard work."

"You are going to carry out a most dangerous mission. Please take me with you. This is the wish of every one of our brothers."

"We want to face Horus together with you!" everyone said in unison.

Even Conrad Koz expressed the same attitude, or even a tougher one.

Midnight Haunter stared at Sanguinius' back, thoughtful.

"you……"

"Ugh……"

The Emperor originally wanted to persuade them not to go together, as Horus was now the most dangerous being in the universe.

He has become the carrier of the power of the Four Chaos Gods in the real universe. Even the Primarchs are extremely weak in his hands and may die at any time.

But looking at the looks in his sons' eyes, he swallowed his refusal.

How could he say no? That would be too inhumane.

"Well, if that's the case... let us face this together as father and son."

Even though the Primarch and the Lord of Mankind went into battle together, Roxi did not feel 100% confident.

Because that was Horus, the greatest strategist of this era. With the power of the four gods, even the Emperor was not sure that he could definitely defeat the wolf-god.

There was not much time to waste, and the servants in the palace who existed specifically to serve the Lord of Mankind brought the Emperor's True Armor and the Emperor's Sword.

The Lord of Humanity looked a little melancholy as he put on the shining armor piece by piece in front of everyone.

"After I withdrew from the Great Crusade and handed over this responsibility to Horus, I thought I would never have to wear this again."

"I never thought that this day would finally come when I would need to put on my armor again, hold my sword, and fight to the death with the enemies of humanity."

Roxi knew that Neos actually didn't like being a high and mighty emperor.

But for the continuation of mankind and for this great race to avoid a dark fate, he once again forced himself to do this.

He used the concept called "Emperor" to dominate everything about himself, while shrinking the side of "Nyos" infinitely.

The Sword of the Emperor suddenly lit up with blazing flames in the hands of the Lord of Mankind. That incomparably pure golden fire had the vast power to burn away all filth and evil.

Under the illumination of the Imperial Fire, every human being can feel the peace from the bottom of their heart.

It was just like the feeling of the apes in ancient times, gathering around a fire accidentally created by a lightning strike, and instinctively trying to keep warm.

"Do you really want to face that dark fate? Perhaps now that fate has been broken, you no longer need to make the greatest sacrifice."

Roche whispered to Sanguinius, and the archangel just quietly took the Spear of Bigong and the Scarlet Sword from Azkaelon's hands, as if he was just going to a relaxed and casual dance party.

"I must go. As early as when I was with Davin, I had already seen through my own destiny. My death is valuable. It is because of my existence that the Emperor has the opportunity to win."

"If I run away from my fate, then the Emperor may lose the war with Horus, but I cannot escape my fate forever, and I will still die."

Sanguinius had no determination, no anger, only a calm and indifferent attitude, just like chatting with an old friend.

The Holy Blood Guards around the archangel were also prepared. If their father could not escape the predetermined fate, they would be buried with him.

This is the supreme honor, to be able to fight and die with your father against the most vicious and terrifying enemy in the universe, is an irresistible dream for any Space Marine.

"I'm lucky, really. I can follow my father and join the Spirit of Vengeance, but Radon can't." Azkaylon smiled sincerely, while Sanguinius touched his son's head lovingly and helplessly.

As he had willingly sacrificed for the Emperor's chance of victory, so his descendants were willingly sacrificing for Sanguinius's survival.

When the Archangel returned, he reshaped the ghoul-like Ninth Legion into the noble and holy Blood Angels. He knelt down to pledge his loyalty to his offspring, and his offspring were willing to give everything for their father.

"I am Rogal Dorn. I guard the solar system, Holy Terra, and the Imperial Palace.

I do all this because you are here, and where you are is the Empire itself, and the protection of the Imperial Fists will always follow."

The Imperial Fists' pledge of allegiance seemed to have stimulated Valdor, and the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards immediately expressed his position.

"The Custodes are your guards. Like all Custodes, I will fight to protect your safety, no matter what the cost."

The Guards' answer was impeccable, and the Emperor nodded in agreement.

"Alright, alright, everyone, stop being so sentimental." The seal holder suddenly interrupted.

"You have no right to restrict your son from seeking revenge. It is not just your son who has been betrayed, but also their brothers. They have the right to seek justice from Horus."

The Sigillite held a scepter in his hand and stood in front of many Primarchs.

The old mortal took off his mysterious gray hood and showed his true self to everyone.

"Children, I know that many of you hate me and think that I am a jester around the Emperor, a thief of the Empire's power, and a sinner who has sown discord between you and your father."

Malcador's tone was slightly silent, he had been deeply troubled.

"Especially Horus. He once questioned me about the two primarchs who were erased from existence, and I had to use psychic imprisonment to injure him in order to protect myself, but actually..."

"In fact, he is just a poor, unlucky guy who is forced to clean up your father's mess." Luo Xi added.

"Anything the Emperor didn't say, any evil he didn't do, can only be done by Malcador. This is Neos' problem."

"Malcador can't say these words, so let me say them for him."

After hearing what Luo Xi said, the Primarchs suddenly felt their faces getting hot. This was indeed what they thought, but now it seems that they were obviously biased.

Malcador would remain at the Imperial Palace. Only he and the Emperor could control the Imperium, and both could not risk the same fate.

"Children, you must come back in one piece. I will be waiting for your return on the rebuilt Terra."

"The future of the human empire cannot be without you. I mean every one of you."

The old seal holder is no longer the regent of the huge empire, nor is he the ruling machine that is busy with affairs of state and has no time to breathe, but just an old man who hopes that his child can return safely.

Luo Xi was still accompanied by Iron Man Adam and a dozen or so finely crafted war-type iron men.

Nikonna Sharokin and Endred Hal will also lead a group of the most elite Astartes to join the Spirit of Vengeance.

The last of the Moon Wolf, Gaviel Loken, is ready with the Knights-Errant that Malcador carefully selected from countless Space Marines.

Lion's Jonson, Leman Russ... Each Primarch brought his most trusted son to face the most powerful and terrifying enemy.

The Emperor could not bring too many warriors to complete the boarding mission. The Spirit of Vengeance had become a kind of ritual altar, and there was a limit on the number of personnel allowed.

Everyone stood in the extremely wide palace square. At the end of everyone's sight, the Spirit of Vengeance was waiting for everyone like a destination.

Roshi, wearing armor made by the power of Ohm Messiah, was waiting for the Emperor's next move under the protection of Adam, Sharokin and others.

"Why do you want to go?" Luo Xi looked at Koz. He was not accompanied by his children, but alone.

"Why do you want to go?" Koz raised his eyebrows and asked back.

The two looked at each other for a second, no one answered, there was only a tacit laughter.

"How can I miss such a grand event that will determine the future of mankind?" Luo Xi whispered to himself.

Possessing the power and authority of Ohm Messiah, he is no longer a mortal. In terms of large-scale combat capabilities, he is even superior to the Primarchs who have not awakened the essence of the Warp.

"The future that Sanguinius saw was a deathly end, but I am an unpredictable person. I cannot watch Sanguinius die."

"Yes, I can. I can change all this." Luo Xi thought to himself.

The Emperor plunged his great sword, burning with blazing holy fire, into the ground of the Imperial Palace, and immediately a powerful beam of light illuminated the entire Terra, even brighter than the Astronomican that was providing guidance for the entire galaxy.

Everything in front of Luo Xi began to blur. The world disappeared before his eyes. What remained was only endless and blurry light, leading to the end of extremely terrifying darkness.

He seemed to have returned to the beginning, just after waking up from the interior of the Red Alert and seeing this extremely familiar yet unfamiliar world.

The whispers and hideous grins that came and went echoed in everyone's ears. The malice that came from the bottom of the abyss made everyone feel infinite disgust from the bottom of their hearts.

Only the Emperor is burning himself, using his light to protect everyone around him, allowing people to hold on to hope and to continue moving forward tenaciously.

When the light faded, the Spirit of Vengeance appeared before everyone.

　Finally, it's the Spirit of Vengeance, and I'm moved to tears.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)