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

Chapter 650: Dispersion and God's Trial (Three in One)

Everything in front of him was completely different from what Luo Xi had imagined.

Just a second ago, they followed the Emperor, activated the teleportation ritual and descended into the Spirit of Vengeance.

Everyone is ready to sacrifice their lives for the Emperor and fight to the death.

However, what awaited them was not Horus' most powerful and evil minions, nor the bizarre cave of demons in the Warp, but a place that Roshi was very familiar with.

The Pan-Solar System Union University is the most advanced institution of higher learning in the 21st millennium of mankind. It is the starting point of the lives of countless great men in various fields.

There are countless politicians, philosophers, scientists, and military strategists.

Here they absorb the best knowledge and wisdom of mankind to build their own capabilities and devote themselves to various fields of the Human Alliance.

And now, Luo Xi is walking on the streets of this huge megacity.

"This is……"

The bustling crowds of people are driving all kinds of strange and bizarre technological creations, some of which look like experiments made directly by hand in private laboratories.

However, the people here are used to everything and everyone just does their own thing.

This is a city that looks extremely young, not because most of the people gathered here are gifted students who are studying at the Pan-Solar System Alliance University, but because the popularization of life extension technology has greatly extended the average life expectancy of human beings.

The increasingly widespread genetic modification has pushed this theoretical lifespan to an incredible level. In theory, humans can already reach the other side of immortality.

Tall and magnificent transparent buildings extend to the end of the sight, and even the tips of the buildings sink directly into the clouds and reach Terra's low-Earth orbit.

Due to the technological explosion that occurred after entering the interstellar age, materials science has undergone disruptive development.

Any architectural style in human history can be found here. In this magnificent city of science and technology, everything is possible.

Luo Xi's mind was in a trance. The things here were too real, as if the dream in his mind that had long been completely blurred had become reality here.

"Am I in the thirty-first millennium, or the twenty-first millennium?"

"The Human Star Alliance? The Human Empire? The Great Crusade..."

In Luo Xi's mind, those memories that had long been blurred suddenly came alive. He even remembered what he did yesterday, what he ate, the super hot girl he saw, and what he should do now.

"The head of the Alliance's Science Department has a big lecture today. It should be soon."

“I should go to the lecture.”

A voice suddenly emerged in Luo Xi's heart, telling him what he should do.

"Where the hell is this place?"

A voice, as if its throat was strangled by a musical instrument string and with a strange hissing sound, sounded beside Luo Xi.

Conrad Koz also observed the unfamiliar environment around him with incredible speed.

Luo Xi turned his head suddenly. He didn't notice at all that a giant who was four meters tall was hiding behind him, but he didn't notice any trace of it.

After seeing Koz's pale, ghost-like face, the increasingly blurred memories in Luo Xi's mind finally stopped and were not completely cleared.

Midnight Ghost was wearing his strong interaction force armor. The blue-purple background with lightning patterns made him look even more dangerous and mysterious, and he exuded a faint aloof temperament.

Because of his presence, passers-by on the road looked sideways and made way for a small space for him.

Although everyone looked at them strangely, no one screamed or showed any panic reaction.

In their eyes, Konrad Curze, who was four meters tall and wore a strange power armor, was just a strange-looking person with some special hobbies.

Perhaps he was very dissatisfied with his height, so he modified his genetic sequence and turned into this big and stupid guy.

As for the power armor, well, strong interaction force is a good material. It has sufficient strength while ensuring that the mass is not too large. It is a good defensive material.

But what’s the point of all this in front of a security iron man capable of creating an artificial black hole?
What era is it now? Are you still using power armor for close combat?
Conrad might be a weirdo, but compared to those even more bizarre and weird beings, at least he still retains his human form, doesn't he?
Midnight Ghost, who was also curious, had to make way because a monster with an ancient dinosaur head and covered with scales squeezed in without any courtesy, forcing him to move to the side.

Koz licked his lips instinctively, and his sharp teeth licked his tongue, circling it very flexibly.

When he crashed on Nostramo, he ate everything in order to survive. The most common food was a kind of genetically modified burrowing rodent with extremely tenacious vitality.

He really wanted to taste what a dinosaur tasted like, but his reason made him suppress this dangerous thought. He was clearly teleported to the Spirit of Vengeance with the Emperor?

"This is my hometown, my hometown from ten thousand years ago."

Luo Xi stared at everything around him, the flashing gorgeous towers, and the giant aircraft that could be seen in sight.

Koz suddenly felt a headache. If it really happened ten thousand years ago, then it would be a big trouble.

Could it be that an accident occurred during the transmission process and they were sent to the past by the time and space disorder of the subspace?
It's not impossible, but it happened so perfectly that it makes people doubtful.

"If you hadn't existed, I would have thought that everything was just a dream I experienced, but unfortunately, everything we see now is just a dream."

Luo Xi was very rational. He could feel that his power still remained in his body. As long as he wanted, he could control the mechanical creatures around him with just his mind.

Perhaps all this is a conspiracy of the evil god, but he is not sure whether this place is really like this ten thousand years ago, or just a false illusion created by him.

"We are spread out, we just don't know if it's just us or if it's happening to other people as well."

Luo Xi felt a little cold in his heart. He instinctively felt that he and Koz were separated from the main force. It turned out that Sharokin, Hal and others who followed him had disappeared.

"Anyway, I don't know what to do now, so I might as well find someone who might be able to tell me a way."

"I'm going to see the Chief."

Luo Xi said to Koz, and it was simply wishful thinking to expect Koz to find a solution. He shrugged and spread his hands, signaling Luo Xi to lead the way.

……

This is a desolate and silent battlefield.

Rogal Dorn stood above the burning ruins, like a stone that had always been there.

The ruins had been burning for hundreds of years, yet there was still no sign of the fire being extinguished. The mountains of mutilated corpses gave off a sickening stench.

Among these corpses were Astartes, mortals wearing carapaces, and more were some strange alien creatures. Dorn saw the corpses of green-skinned orcs and Eldar among them.

But in the same way, all the creatures were already cold corpses, their blood had been completely drained, leaving only the remains emitting a foul odor.

Blood and energy rose from the corpses of countless lives, sank into the air, and gathered above the sky.

Dorne looked up and saw scarlet blood clouds piling up in the gloomy sky, and from somewhere came the sound of a brass bell like the Doomsday Judgment Day.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists wandered among the ruins of Doom, his gleaming golden armor already broken into pieces, with fine scratches and gaps all over his body, evidently the remnants of countless deadly bloody battles.

Dorn returned to his base, which could barely be called a camp, and used his chainsaw sword to carve another scratch on a broken stone wall to record the time and keep himself awake.

"Three hundred years. Three hundred years."

"I have been trapped in this ruin for so long."

"Every eight days and eight hours, a bloody and brutal killing would occur."

"It's been going on like this for so long that I can't even remember what it was like at the beginning."

Dorn's eyes remained firm. These three hundred years were no different than three days to him.

The low and evil laughter came to my ears again. It was the whisper from the lifeless and the deep malice of the warp.

Compared with those tangible enemies, this invisible corruption is more dangerous. Dorn's nerves are tense, and he fights against the boring temptation with the strongest will.

"Rogal Dorn, you can never leave this place."

"You are a hero of humanity, but you saved nothing. You can only watch everything burn without being able to do anything."

"The Emperor failed three hundred years ago. He was killed by Horus on the Vengeful Spirit. The new Lord of Mankind has already ascended the throne and rules over the human race."

"You have no choice. I am the only one who can accept you. Come, join me and become me..."

Dorn looked around, trying to find the source of that stupid sound, he had repeated it countless times, but always to no avail.

"Get out of here, you sly bastard. You've been hiding for so many years, aren't you tired of it yet?"

As Dorn scolded, the voice seemed to have triggered something passive and continued to repeat itself.

"I am Khorne, the god of blood and slaughter, the lord of the skull and the brass throne. I am the embodiment of war, the embodiment of death, the embodiment of courage. I chose you and brought you to this battlefield of slaughter."

"Liberate your heart, liberate the fighting desire and bloodthirst that are suppressed by reason. Become my champion, and I will give you the absolute power to kill all enemies."

The Storm's Fang in Dorn's hand began to spin at high speed again. After three hundred years of fine workmanship, this exquisitely crafted chainsaw sword was already in tatters. Only the machine spirit, which was as stubborn as its master, was left, roaring unwillingly.

The corpses scattered on the ground suddenly crawled up, let out terrifying roars, and rushed towards Rog Dorn again.

The Imperial Fists charged into the ranks of the powerful warriors who had reappeared, brandishing Stormfangs and slaughtering the expressionless enemies wantonly.

Groups of enemies were chopped into pieces like straw again. Their blood was splattering and gathering into rivers, and Dorn stood in the center of the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Dorn's breathing quickened, his heartbeat pounded, and the strong desire to kill washed over his will, tempting him to say the words that the voice kept repeating.

"Blood sacrifice..."

"No way!" Dorn said firmly, "I am Rogal Dorn, the seventh son, Lord Commander of the Terran Guard, and I am steadfast and unyielding!"

The Blood God's rage caused blood clouds to churn in the sky, but even though He had infinite power, He could not shake Dorn's will.

But it doesn’t matter, He has plenty of time on this bloody battlefield.

He will definitely get a truly satisfied Primarch.

……

Caliban, the world of death.

This is a desperate jungle sea, and most of the planet's surface is covered by these genetically modified, extremely aggressive and corrosive plants.

In these dense jungles and woods, there live huge beasts of various strange shapes. Most of them are predatory carnivores. Under the naked law of the jungle, they hunt creatures weaker than themselves at will.

In the distant past, humans who arrived on Caliban through interstellar colonization had to unite in order to have a chance of survival.

The powerful knight, wearing the armor left behind by the ancient colonists and holding a giant sword that can create decomposition fields, has become the guardian of mankind.

One knight order after another absorbed new blood from among humans, nurturing and training these new knights so that the power of mankind could be continued and expanded on Caliban.

Thirteen years ago, a drop pod descended from nowhere upon the castle of the Knights of Sirius, and a powerful knight named Leman Russ was born. At the tender age of five, Leman Russ was already able to challenge the most formidable Knight Mentor of the Order of Order, and ultimately triumph over him through his immense learning abilities.

Today, the thirteen-year-old Leman Russ is already a giant over four meters tall and with an extremely strong physique.

His armor and weapons were forged by the finest forgemasters on Caliban, using materials forged from dismantled colony ships.

Leman Russ has been trained by the Knights of Order to become the most outstanding Knight King.

He strictly bound himself by the chivalric creed. Anyone who saw this meticulous and solemn knight king would confirm from the bottom of their hearts that Leman Russ was the embodiment of chivalry.

He knew how to be humble, valued honor, fought bravely, and never lacked the spirit of sacrifice;

He sympathizes with the weak, treats people sincerely, makes fair decisions, and his soul shines brighter than anyone else on Caliban.

With the efforts of this powerful Knight King, the knights who had been fighting separately were united by him and became a knight alliance with an overall concept.

And today, Leman Russ will lead tens of thousands of knights to completely eliminate the behemoths entrenched in the depths of the Caliban jungle and give mankind a safe and harmless home.

Leman Russ rode on the back of a tamed Caliban thunder beast, holding a knight's greatsword in his hand, and couldn't help showing a trace of hesitation.

"I seem to prefer axes to swords."

"Who am I? I am Leman Russ, the guardian of Caliban, the defender of humanity, the slayer of the beasts of Caliban...

No, I should have another identity."

Knight King Leman Russ knocked his head helplessly. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"It doesn't matter. Once the monster disaster is quelled, I'll have time to think about this problem slowly."

And on Fenris, an extremely cold planet countless light years away from Caliban, this turbulent world of death with alternating ice and fire has once again ushered in its annual destruction mode.

A tall, unruly blond giant led his people to migrate to the only safe Arctic continent - Asaheim.

The ocean and volcanoes are in constant conflict, with continuous earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and blizzards baptizing every Fenrisian.

In this seemingly lifeless land of death, there live a large number of Fenris giant bears, Fenris mammoths, and the more dangerous and cruel ice trolls.

They hide in unknown places and prey on any creature that comes their way.

Of course, the most dangerous creatures on Fenris are the Fenris Wolves. These cunning and violent beasts love to toy with their prey before killing them.

For human beings to survive here, they need to pay an extremely heavy price and make an extremely heavy effort.

However, no member of the Riemann tribe felt fear, because the blond giant leading the group was an alien who had fallen from outer space thirteen years ago.

He called himself Lion Jonson. After being found by hunters from the Leman tribe, he lost all his memories and did not even have a piece of clothing to keep warm.

The hunters looked at the giant in horror. He was lying naked in the snow. It was freezing cold outside, with temperatures exceeding 100 degrees below zero, but he showed no signs of anything unusual. The heat from his body even melted a hot spring lake in the snow.

No beast dared to attack him while he was unconscious. In fact, those clever beasts had already fled in the opposite direction desperately the moment they sensed his presence.

The people of Fenris are united and inclusive. The Leman tribe warmly took in this giant who was over four meters tall and regarded him as one of their own.

Ryan's subsequent performance shocked and astonished the people of the Leman tribe, because he could actually rely on his physical body to easily fight those terrifying ice trolls.

Even the most powerful Ice Troll King, that giant creature that is more than 15 meters tall is Ryan Johnson's hunting target. You must know that under normal circumstances, the people of the Riemann tribe dare not provoke the Ice Trolls.

He even preferred this challenging opponent to boring hunting.

Ryan Johnson personally killed the group of ice trolls that had been following the Riemann tribe. They had been looking for opportunities to hunt the Riemann tribe.

The Leman tribesmen who were migrating towards Asaheim suddenly screamed, as if there were traces of some giant beast hidden under the broken ice ahead of them.

The waves were rolling, the icebergs were shaking, and a terrifying and huge roar came from the ice underfoot.

It overturned an iceberg and easily tore apart the members of the Riemann tribe with its tentacles full of sharp teeth.

The child's screams were fleeting, and the men and women in the tribe immediately took out their self-defense weapons.

Those bronze spears can easily pierce the fur of Fenris mammoths and hunt them.

"Go! It's the sea monster Kraken!"

"Scatter, scatter and escape!"

Accompanied by sad wails and the warrior's fearless roar, the golden-haired giant plunged into the icy sea.

"Lion Jonson, come back soon!"

The old tribal priest stamped his feet in anxiety; his old bones could not stand such torture.

But as he prayed, a hurricane suddenly hit, rolling up a large area of ​​sea water and revealing the appearance of the giant beast under the sea.

It was a giant beast as big as an iceberg, with dense and hard scales, huge tentacles with extremely sharp claws, and it was now rushing towards Ryan Johnson.

Once it entangles and strangles a beast, even the strongest one will die instantly. Moreover, its sharp claws contain a deadly paralyzing toxin that even the Fenris Whale cannot resist.

The sea monster Kraken is at the top of the food chain in Fenris.

However, these beings obviously do not include Ryan Johnson.

The giant exuded an aura that was even more brutal and domineering than the Kraken. He opened his big mouth and laughed heartily, saying it was so enjoyable.

He tore the sea monster's tentacles apart easily, and the sharp claws on the tip were also pulled off and used in his hand as a scimitar.

He was even more agile in the water than the Kraken. White torrents echoed around the Kraken, and large streams of blood kept bubbling up from the bottom of the sea.

The blood dyed the sea red, and the Kraken's struggle became weaker and weaker until everything calmed down completely.

The tribal priest wanted to check if Ryan Johnson was still alive, but just as he was about to use his natural power to investigate, an extremely majestic and brutal figure suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water.

His muscles were incomparably graceful, with bulging and swelling pieces and veins winding like giant dragons, showing the beauty of strength.

There was a ferocious expression like a lion on his face. He twisted the sea monster's tentacles with both hands, and then pulled it up from the bottom of the sea with a terrifying roar.

But the extremely huge Kraken sea monster had already died.

"It's yours now. Cut off the soft parts that can be used and chop off its claws. You can use them to create new weapons."

Ryan Jonson shook his head to shake the moisture out of his lion's mane.

He waved his hand casually and did not put on his fur coat again, as if being naked made him more comfortable and casual.

The members of the Leman tribe immediately cheered and rushed forward, cutting the flesh and blood of the sea monster Kraken.

Any piece of flesh and blood is valuable, especially in this gathering of great destruction. They are still thousands of kilometers away from Asaheim, and the supplies this time are particularly precious.

Ryan Johnson, who looked like a complete barbarian, found an ice peak and sat cross-legged. His sharp eyes gradually softened, but then confusion replaced everything.

"I shouldn't be from Fenris. I am Lion's Jonson. Who is Lion's Jonson?"

His gaze extended to the end of the world, and he saw the huge mountain range that seemed to connect the mortal world and the heavenly world.

That was Asaheim, its highest point even broke through the atmosphere of the planet Fenris. The few memories of Lion Johnson told him that was the direction he came from.

He felt depressed, and his subconscious told him that he was doing something extremely important, which was related to the survival of the entire galaxy.

But he also longed for his current free state. Living with these Fenris people, he didn't need to hide himself at all, because everyone was open and honest about everything they had.

Only by unity can human beings survive in this terrible world of death. Any concealment and lies will become the fuse of death. Ryan Johnson likes the atmosphere here very much.

He was born an invincible beast and did not like to suppress or hide himself.

As long as Llane is willing, he can even unify the entire Fenris, and any human or behemoth must submit to his will.

But why did he do that?

All things in the frosty sky strive for freedom. Ryan just wants to be a free beast. When he wants, he can protect these weak humans. If he gets bored, he will just find a place to hide and live with those beasts.

But when he stared at the sky bored, there was always a faint feeling of melancholy lingering in his heart.

He had forgotten something very important, something more important than his life.

Ryan Johnson heard the people of the Leman tribe calling him. The child killed by the Kraken could no longer be found. His parents simply memorized it and then set out on the journey with their tribesmen.

Life and death are so simple in Fenris. Anyone can die, and it is nothing strange even if they die in the next second.

"Riemann... Riemann."

Ryan savored the name of the Leman tribe. Whenever he mentioned these two words, he always felt an inexplicable feeling of closeness and disgust.

It seems... he should know someone named Riemann.

"How is that possible? I know all the people in the Riemann tribe, and none of them can give me this feeling."

"Oh, it's really annoying. Forget it."

Ryan Johnson jumped off the ice peak that was dozens of meters high, not caring about the terrifying impact.

As the Leman tribe continued to advance towards Asaheim, Ryan's attention was once again diverted to the dangers along the way.

But in an extremely hidden underground corner somewhere in Fenris, a huge demon temple dedicated to the Chaos God Tzeentch was flickering with light.

This is a demonic palace built by humans in the distant past, at the end of the Dark Age of Technology.

At that time, humans were cut off from the outside world by the subspace storm. In order to survive, some people injected themselves with the Wolf Spiral and changed their genes.

Some people, however, do not want to become freaks with werewolf blood. Instead, they pray to the gods in fear and despair.

A god answered their prayers and granted them the ability to survive on Fenris, and they also worked hard to strengthen their worship of the "Lord of Tricksters".

And in this demon temple, a giant subspace creature with wings and two bird heads was observing Ryan Johnson.

Its two heads kept muttering to each other, as if they were talking to themselves.

"Change, change is always a good thing." said a head.

"Lion and Russ, the Lion King and the Wolf King, the noble knight and the crude barbarian." Another head muttered.

"Hehehe, the Lord of Change has changed their landing place, making the barbaric ones barbaric and the civilized ones civilized, and my Lord will also gain two Primarchs..."

　The four gods still want to draw cards, sad.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)