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

Chapter 652: Praise of Slaanesh (Three in One)

When the chief expressed his inference, Luo Xi shuddered as if he had fallen into the extremely cold Ocean of Fenris.

His enemy is the embodiment of all desires, the Prince of Darkness who symbolizes the concept of indulgence, rather than the Lord of Change who always likes to act as a troublemaker.

To be honest, he would rather his enemy be the Lord of Change, because based on experience, no matter how sophisticated the plans made by this evil god are, there is a high probability that there will be a failure in the end.

If Tzeentch pursues infinite changes and unexpected things beyond his observation, then what the Dark Prince pursues is the limit of desire.

He symbolizes all obsessions and attachments. Desires and emotions are the source of His power and the manifestation of His essence.

Any behavior without restraint strengthens Slaanesh's power, but emotional extremes and excess are the most common.

But just like a drug addict who becomes more empty the more he indulges himself, Slaanesh absorbs too many negative extreme emotions, and his threshold in this regard becomes increasingly higher.

For this reason, the Dark Prince often shows extreme obsession and pursuit of some extreme positive emotions.

If there is a pair of pure lovers who can truly love each other without reservation and pass His test, Slaanesh will also give His blessing and favor.

Of course, if you fail the test, the extremely disappointed Prince of Joy will impose the most terrible punishment.

But would such a weird evil god really do such a thing just to help him realize his dream?

The Chief bowed his head.

"If what you said is true, then it is indeed a terrifying existence. Theoretically, Slaanesh is the most powerful existence among the Chaos Evil Gods. His source of power enables him to steal the power of other evil gods and then use it for himself."

"In time, Slaanesh may grow to be so powerful that he will surpass the other Dark Gods. He will devour his other brothers and sisters and become the only one in Chaos."

"In fact, your problem is not complicated. The reason why this evil god made you go back to the past is simply to achieve his goal."

"You just said that you are following the Emperor to join the Spirit of Vengeance, and the purpose of those evil gods is to disperse your forces so as not to pose even the slightest threat to Horus."

"This is the first point. Slaanesh sent you to the timeline where I am, so naturally there is no such person in the original timeline."

Luo Xi's face looked grim. He had indeed thought of this, but he couldn't understand why the other party would go to so much trouble.

He is very eager to restore humanity to its past glory, but is this desire really so attractive to Slaanesh?
But why was it him, and not the beloved Sanguinius? The other Primarchs also had an extreme desire for the revival of mankind.

If he were Slaanesh, he would have chosen the Archangel of Baal.

"And the second point." The Chief continued with a smile, "I have just said that Slaanesh pursues the limit of desire. You may not realize that you actually represent an extreme desire."

Luo Xi seemed to understand something vaguely.

"You have an extreme love for humans. This may be influenced by Neos, but it is also a manifestation of your nature."

The chief smiled and said, "I like this about you. People who share the same ideals as me must have a high degree of identification with humanity. Otherwise, no matter how outstanding they are, they will be worthless."

"The overall interests of humanity must be supreme, and no one can challenge its status."

"You are purer than those Primarchs. Your ideas are simple, while the Primarchs all have their own little thoughts to a certain extent."

"You can understand it as being used to eating greasy delicacies from the mountains and the sea. Slaanesh just wants to taste your fresh, elegant, simple and pure dessert."

“This is what He lacks, so He has a strong desire for you.”

"Secondly, because of your love for humanity, you feel a heavy burden for humanity in the 31st millennium. You long to put humanity back on the right track and return it to the state and appearance you believe it should be."

"You can pay a heavy sacrifice for this, and bear the price of silence. All this noble emotional power has a fatal attraction to Slaanesh."

"..."

Luo Xi was silent.

What he didn't expect was that he would become a favorite in the eyes of Slaanesh.

“He responded to your desire and allowed you to return to the present time with a foresight into the future.” The Chief smiled, with a special look gradually revealing in his eyes.

"With your return, my plan to fight against the Jin Alliance will be more certain. As long as you are willing to stay here, the timeline we are in now may actually succeed."

"In this timeline, there is also Neos, but he has not yet become the Emperor. He is just my student now."

"The Emperor can be born earlier, without having to wait for the Magic Pattern Malcador to find Neos and guide him to take on his responsibilities."

Roche had understood, and according to the chief's inference, Slaanesh responded to his desires.

So the Prince of Darkness sent him to a timeline that was not locked yet and allowed him to make changes.

At this point in time, the Emperor's grand blueprint has not yet truly taken shape, and mankind is still in its golden age, having not completely entered the insane dark technological age.

Compared to the terrible timeline of the Great Crusade, making changes now would undoubtedly reduce a lot of trouble.

Although the ship was too big to turn around, at least it was still intact. During the thirty-one thousand years, this broken ship of mankind was just a junk aggregate that the Emperor, Malcador and others had painstakingly built using various methods.

Two great men, digging and searching through the graveyard and garbage dump of civilization, looking for anything that could be used.

Perhaps it was a mineral water bottle from the Golden Age, or perhaps it was a bundle of ropes from the past. They tied it together and created a drifting raft called the Human Empire, and let the human race sit on it.

The Human Empire is the tool that best suits the times and environment. It is the only one that can unite the entire human race. When it becomes inconvenient to use, the Emperor will abandon the Empire without hesitation.

No matter which universe humans are in, the Human Empire is an out-and-out villain force, and humans can do anything crazy and insane to survive.

Everything that Luo Xi had imagined and pursued now had an opportunity to be realized.

"So, are you willing to join my plan, Luo Xi?" The chief extended an olive branch.

“Without plans to reinforce the future, we can shift the competition and confrontation to the present, rather than expecting future generations to be able to do what we have not been able to do.”

To be honest, Luo Xi was really moved.

Firstly, it was really difficult for him to refuse the chief's invitation as the other party had such a huge influence on him.

Secondly, from a rational point of view, this timeline is indeed more likely. Compared with the hell-level difficulty of the original 31st millennium, it may just be a matter of difficulty now.

Luo Xi has always had a regret, that is, in order to save him from the risk of going to war with the Jin Alliance, the Chief found a way to let him come to the future ten thousand years later. He has always regretted that he could not face those enemies with the Chief.

And after he woke up, he tried his best to find the Chief, but even the Emperor did not know the true whereabouts of his teacher.

He suddenly looked back with a guilty conscience and glanced at Conrad Kurtz, the thirty-one-thousand-year-old man who came with him.

The lazy Midnight Haunter was now leaning against the wall, scratching the itch on his back like a spineless worm.

He did not look directly at the conversation between Luo Xi and the Chief, pretending to be indifferent, but his slightly trembling ears revealed the fact that he was actually paying close attention to the conversation.

Koz didn't say anything. He just stood there quietly like a wooden stake, waiting for the conversation to end.

He seemed to care about nothing and nothing, just like the madness he had shown before.

This, this, this...

Luo Xi's heart was struggling violently, and the feeling of being torn apart caused him extreme pain.

"Of course, you can take your time to think about it. We are now in the 21st millennium, so there is still a lot of time."

The chief smiled and signaled that he should take some time to think it over carefully and not to rush into making a decision.

Just as the chief said this, Luo Xi suddenly became more sober.

He stared at the chief in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.

He looked at this being who looked exactly like the "Chief".

He spoke.

"I admit, you really are very similar to the Chief. You are exactly the same. For a time, I thought you were the real him."

Conrad's clenched fists relaxed a little.

"But unfortunately, when you said this, [there is still a lot of time], I realized that no matter how much you look alike, you are still not him."

"Whether you are the so-called 'chief of another timeline' or a figment of the imagination of the Dark Prince, you are not him!"

Luo Xi closed his eyes tightly, his face was hideous, and he looked extremely painful.

"The chief I know has always believed that ten thousand years is too long and that he only cares about the present. He would never say something like 'there is still plenty of time'."

"He never wastes a single moment of time. He even looks ahead to ten thousand years into the future. Even if there are still ten thousand years left, he dare not waste a single minute."

"Because he also has an extremely selfless love for humanity. This love and sense of responsibility prevent him from being arrogant or complacent. The Chief, the Emperor, and I all share this spirit."

“Maybe you are also called Chief, but you are not the Chief that I respect and am familiar with, right?”

Luo Xi slowly backed away and moved closer to Koz.

He sensed the danger that came from the primitive instinct of life.

The chief suddenly laughed, bursting into laughter.

"Even if I really accomplish the great cause that I pursue, love, and am obsessed with in this timeline, what's the meaning? After all, this is not my hometown, not my timeline."

"While I was choosing ease and comfort, the Emperor's timeline was experiencing war. Humanity would struggle in the ruins of a destroyed universe for 10,000 years, and then continue to survive tenaciously for another 10,000 years."

"Why do we have to make such a clear distinction? Sometimes, it's better to be confused." said the chief in front of him.

"One is one, two is two, and they are never confused." Luo Xi retorted.

"And if you were the real chief I know, you would have advised me to go back and save your collapsing timeline!"

In an instant, Luo Xi mobilized the power of Ohm Messiah's authority hidden in his soul, and transformed it into a metallic lightning that blasted towards the Chief.

The seemingly harmless Conrad Koz suddenly jumped up, with "mercy" and "forgiveness" extending from his wrist, and mercilessly attacked the vital parts of the person in front of him.

The tacit understanding between the two made the same choice in an instant.

"Interesting, very interesting, I really like you..."

"I want you, you are mine."

"Luoxi..."

At the moment when Luo Xi and the other two suddenly jumped up, the figure of the chief turned into a twisted vortex, abstracted into an existence that was difficult to discern with the human worldview.

He was screaming, He was laughing, He was extremely happy.

"And you got the most crucial point wrong." Luo Xi looked coldly at his psychic lightning which had no effect, "That is, never believe in the goodwill of the evil god, am I right?"

"Salise?"

As Luo Xi uttered a tiny part of the other party's real name, the indistinguishable chaotic distortion suddenly collapsed and became an existence that could at least be understood by humans.

The true Prince of Pleasure, the fourth Chaos God, the youngest God, the Prince of Darkness - Slaanesh!
The Pan-Solar System Alliance University collapsed, the splendid dream city disappeared, and all the extremely vivid things in Roche's memory turned into bubbles, blooming the most beautiful flower of disillusionment.

A flower rooted in the most sacred and stubborn obsession in Luo Xi's heart.

Slaanesh dug it out from Roche's memories himself, and nurtured it with great care.

And now, this budding phantom flower was pinched out by Luo Xi himself.

"Roxi, join me, come to my side." Slaanesh said very gently, and that charming look still made Roxi's heart flutter.

"I need your extreme and selfless love for humanity. Perhaps you can transform me from a god of lust and depravity to a god of love and holiness..."

"I can have you take Fulgrim's place. Compared to your extreme desires, he is as dry and tasteless as a sponge."

"They never understood what I truly wanted. Do they think those low-level carnal desires and perverted tortures could truly please me? I was just toying with them." "I've already gotten enough of these things from the Eldar."

"Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children are the wrong choice. They are dry and empty, and they don't have the extreme pursuits and extreme desires that I want."

Slaanesh complained about the Primarch he had chosen, and he believed that he had made the wrong choice.

If Fulgrim were to hear his master's evaluation of him here, he would probably faint from anger.

He fought hard for Slaanesh and offered countless sacrifices, but all he got in return was Slaanesh's scorn.

"Who says that we Chaos Gods have no good intentions? I can show some leniency for you. You are my only one, and I will give you a beautiful world as a gift."

“It wasn’t difficult for me.”

"Come, throw yourself into my arms, and you can realize all your wishes."

"Do you think I would be stupid enough to believe the guarantee of a Chaos God?" Luo Xi retorted sarcastically, without any mercy.

"Isn't the timeline you gave away just a bigger birdcage?"

"All the efforts and sacrifices we made are just materials for you to admire and sigh outside the cage."

He was filled with fear in his heart. He almost, really almost agreed to the invitation of the chief who was transformed by Slaanesh.

He didn't know what the consequences of agreeing to the other party would be, but that didn't stop him from considering the worst case scenario.

By then, he might truly fall into the fatal lie woven by his own desires, and really believe that everything is real: he has traveled to another better timeline and started all over again.

Even when he really reached the end of the road, successfully freed humanity from the malice of the Warp, and proudly declared victory over the Four Chaos Gods, God knows whether Slaanesh would laugh so hard that his whole body trembled outside the timeline.

All of this is too real, and too deadly. How many people in the world can have the privilege of having Prince Joy personally weave their dreams?

Slaanesh's mirth grew darker.

Countless whispers and mutterings turned into the horrifying sound of flesh and bones being torn apart.

Luo Xi understood in his heart that the Dark Prince was obviously going to use a hard approach when he saw that soft tactics didn't work.

A bloody battle is inevitable.

……

"We are almost at Asaheim. It will only take another three days to reach that safe place."

Inside the mobile tent of the Riemann tribe, the tall Ryan Johnson was sitting cross-legged, with an old coffee table with a coppery luster placed in front of him.

The tent made of the skin of the Fenris giant bear and the ribs of the snow mammoth is isolated from the extreme cold outside. Neither heavy snow nor cold waves can penetrate it.

The stove inside the tent was now burning the Kraken's oil. This special material could burn for a very long time, even for half a year if used sparingly.

Such luxurious treatment is certainly not something that every member of the Riemann tribe can enjoy. This is the residence of the most prestigious priest in the tribe. All the tribesmen are willing to support these elders who can't even walk.

This is because the minds of the priests contain precious ancient knowledge and experience.

They have a very deep understanding of the power of nature and can guide the tribesmen on how to deal with unpredictable natural disasters, allowing more people to survive earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and blizzards.

These priests are the real core and brain of the tribe, while those young people are just the flesh and blood of the tribe.

Ryan Johnson sat cross-legged, his long golden hair hanging down to his shoulders, holding up a bowl of strong tea with thick grease in it with some uneasiness.

This precious food can not only provide humans with sufficient calories, but also supplement rare vitamins. It is also the favorite of the Fenris people.

Ryan picked up the wooden bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The boiling water had no effect on him and he swallowed it directly.

"Your mind is not at peace, Ryan."

In front of the blond giant sat an extremely thin and old tribal priest.

He shrank his entire body under his long fur robe. His wrinkled face was densely marked with traces of time, and his turbid brown eyes stared at Ryan Johnson.

"No, my heart is at peace." The blond giant retorted directly.

The old priest slowly savored the fragrance of the rich tea.

He was already past the age of eating voraciously, and perhaps before long, he would be summoned by Valhalla and leave this world.

Fenris's natural power prolonged his life. It was too difficult for humans to survive in this world, and the average life expectancy was pitifully short compared to that of other humans.

And the force of nature told the priest that the extraordinary person before them was so unique and noble that they could not compare to him.

"With your help, we are migrating to Asaheim at the fastest speed. In the past, we usually had to pay a heavy price to do so."

The old priest began to reminisce for a long time.

"In the Asaheim Mountains, even the lowest points are thousands of meters above sea level.

That towering cliff with almost no beach to rely on is the only place in our world that can remain unchanged in the devastating natural disasters, and it is also the place of the gods in our faith. "

"I know this," Ryan said.

"But I don't understand why you keep migrating between Asaheim and other wastelands?"

"Why don't you develop civilization in Asaheim, but live such a nomadic life?"

"Because this is the way of life for us Fenrisians, Llane." The priest looked at him with a smile, "and you do not belong to Fenris, so you have no sense of belonging here."

"You are always in a state of restlessness. You want to do something, but you don't know what you should do. You help us just to fill your emptiness and helplessness."

"Am i right?"

Ryan was silent, because this was indeed what he thought in his heart, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"The power of nature has told me a lot, including that you are not from Fenris, and your destiny does not belong here, but exists in a wider and more wonderful world."

"When we get to Asaheim, you can leave, Ryan."

“Go after what you want, wear what you want, be who you really are.”

The priest of the Riemann tribe said that he did not force Ryan to stay because his existence was of vital importance to the continuation of the tribe.

"Where can I go? Even the towering Asaheim Mountains cannot take me away from this world."

The blond beast growled somewhat unwillingly.

This world of death bound his steps, and although it was unusually comfortable and at ease for him, it was just a resting place.

This is a cage.

"You can go wherever you want. It all depends on whether you are willing or not," said the priest.

The old man tremblingly dipped his finger in his grease tea and then reached into the center of Ryan's palm.

Each of the blond beast's fingers was thicker and stronger than the priest's arm, but he still let the other party paint on his palm.

"You are not a Fenrisian, and you cannot comprehend the natural power of Fenris, but you can be inspired."

“You don’t need to rely on anything or any power. All you need is your heart. You are born with unlimited power of freedom.”

"Your Creator has endowed you with a great essence, but you have never truly seen it. Come, see it, and master it."

The old priest spoke in a mysterious voice, and the blond beast seemed to understand something.

He felt the rune in his hand getting hot, but not hot enough to cause the pain of being burned by fire.

It is a kind of psychic fire, a special power that comes from the sea of ​​​​soul.

Ryan's brows were furrowed, his body tensed, and he was ready for battle.

He was able to awaken a special power in his body, and the old priest's runes were only used to activate that power.

Ryan Johnson merged with that power almost instinctively.

The next moment, he saw an extremely dense green jungle, which was completely different from the lifeless feeling of the icy and snowy Fenris.

Countless disordered green branches emerged from his side, and a forest path filled with thick fog quietly appeared.

"Thank you, Elder Priest."

When Ryan Jonson spoke again, he was no longer the blond beast he had been.

A set of black and gold power armor appeared on his body, the lion sword in his hand kept humming and roaring, and his expression became solemn.

The priest smiled and nodded, then he spoke slowly.

"Go, son of Caliban, find Leman Russ."

Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly. He could see the mysterious figure behind the old priest in front of him. That could perhaps be called the planetary will of Fenris.

That is also the source of the natural power of the Fenrisians. It is the spirit of the planet. Fenris itself is a living entity and even has its own projection in the warp.

It was it that guided and enlightened Ryan Johnson, allowing him to find his true self again from confusion and helplessness.

Ryan inserted his giant sword under his feet, and instantly a dense jungle replaced the snow-covered sky. The lion's figure disappeared instantly, as if it had sunk into the jungle and was never seen again.

Ryan, who has awakened some special power, is crossing long distances in an incredible way.

If he wanted, he could even teleport directly from the icy Fenris to the planet Caliban countless light years away.

"I remember it now. I remember it all."

"I should be in the Spirit of Vengeance, I should be at the Emperor's side, I should find my brother Leman Russ, and get the hell out of this place!"

The lion's surroundings were filled with misty fog, and countless forests were flashing rapidly.

When the last flash ended, Ryan Johnson had returned to a place he was very familiar with.

Death world, Caliban.

The only sound in the silent jungle was the rustling of leaves by the wind. In the distance, the roars and growls of terrifying beasts could be faintly heard, while more dangerous creatures hid among them, not daring to reveal their true whereabouts.

Ryan took a deep breath, and his nasal cavity analyzed the pheromones contained in it to perceive his environment.

He had been in Fenris for thirteen years. Although it was a nice place, it could not compare to his real home.

Now he has remembered everything, and the most urgent thing now is to wake up that idiot Leman Russ.

"I got Ruth's life script, so doesn't that mean this guy got mine?"

Ryan's figure flashed rapidly in the jungle, and those monsters who dared to offend the lion king would be beheaded and brutally killed as soon as they showed their heads.

The true king of Caliban has returned.

Since he left Caliban to join the Great Crusade, he has rarely returned to his home planet.

He entrusted everything to his adoptive father and his own son Luther, and now that he could see Luther here, Ryan couldn't help but feel excited.

Everything had been delayed for too long, he had to get everything back on track. If Ruth refused to repent, perhaps he could use his fists to wake him up.

　The plots of Lion, Russ, Chagatai Khan, and Curze are to foreshadow the future whereabouts of the Primarchs.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)