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

Chapter 657: The Light of the Emperor, Destroying the Monsters (Three in One) Asking for a monthly ticket
When the Emperor's light appeared in the sky of Caliban, the fear and anxiety in the hearts of the two Primarchs were soothed by the gentle light.

They had been lost for too long. Thirteen years had passed since the Lion fell to Fenris, and Leman Russ had fallen to Caliban as a baby.

God knows whether they actually missed the boarding battle with the Spirit of Vengeance. If they missed it, did the Emperor win?

The unknown is the most terrifying thing. Llane often fears that everything is a foregone conclusion, the Emperor is killed by Horus, and humanity no longer has a future and hope.

Even if they reunited Fenris and Caliban, or even defeated the Plague Lord, it would be meaningless.

It would be impossible for them, the two Primarchs alone, and not even the Astartes Legion, to protect humanity from Chaos in this dark universe.

But now the flickering light of the Emperor has proved that the Master of Mankind still exists, and he is calling on his loyal children to return to his side and fight against the great enemy of Chaos together.

Under the illumination of the Emperor's light, infinite courage and faith surged in the hearts of Lion and Russ, and the depressed state caused by the influence of Plague Heart was swept away.

Even those knights on Caliban who had never seen the Emperor saw a great and shining figure in their hearts.

He was clad in shining golden armor and held the flaming Emperor's sword in his hand.

He wears the Supreme Laurel Crown on his head, the Imperial Sky Eagle appears and disappears behind him, and he is followed by countless brave and fearless human heroes who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the Emperor's will.

"That is... the Lord of Mankind!"

Luther and Saltana murmured slowly. They would never forget the image of the Emperor in their minds at this moment.

He is so great and so loving. All human beings are his children, and he protects human beings from wind and rain like a father, even if the price is being covered in bruises or even on the verge of death.

At this moment, all the knights of Caliban realized how insignificant what they were obsessed with was.

The so-called fighting between knights and the so-called war between humans and giant beasts are all too superficial and pale.

They are like frogs in a well, clinging to the little benefits in front of them and refusing to let go, even fighting to the death for them.

The great cause that the Lord of Mankind is doing is to enable all human beings to escape the fate of darkness and corruption and have the right to make their own choices.

Even this scope is not limited to one galaxy or one universe.

All human beings are the objects of his protection, and he is the master of the concept of human beings.

He wanted to take back the destiny of mankind from the hands of those damned gods of the Warp and make mankind independent and self-sufficient.

Let even the smallest mortal be able to live freely in the sunshine, breathe fresh air, and pursue the value of his or her own life.

"We should take the will of the Lord of Mankind as our responsibility."

"We should be the Emperor's sword, cutting off all the shackles and imprisonments that bind humanity."

Even though they had not even seen the Emperor's face, just by seeing the endless light he radiated, all humans on Caliban had already pledged their loyalty to the Lord of Mankind.

And just as the pure humans feel the warmth of the Emperor's light, so do the plague cavalrymen around the Plague King who are soaked in the power of the Warp.

All beings illuminated by the Emperor's light were instantly drenched in concentrated sulfuric acid, and began to violently emit terrifying white smoke.

Countless blisters and holes of varying sizes appeared on their decayed yet tough bodies.

Only this time, the power of the Plague Heart could no longer heal the wounds or revive the dead.

Chagatai Khan also felt like he was facing a great enemy. The plague heart in his body was trembling, and he was terrified by the influence of the Lord of Mankind that was projected from a very long distance.

Even that part of the power and authority that belonged to Nurgle showed signs of weakening under the illumination of the Emperor's light.

A pure force of end and death that broke Nurgle's stagnant cycle of life and death and denied the meaning of the Plague Father's existence.

The essence of Nurgle's power is stasis of immortal life.

Infinitely close to death, but not falling into death, that kind of extremely strong obsession comes from countless lives that are unwilling to die, and in the face of the emperor's purer death, it melts in an instant like spring snow.

The Plague King only felt himself extremely weak. After all, the world that Ryan, Russ, Chagatai, Dorn and others were dragged into by the evil god was not the real world.

The Four Gods can only exert their omnipotent power in the Warp, and through the ritual altar of the Spirit of Vengeance, they briefly spread their power to the real universe.

They interfered with the timeline, peeled off a small part of it, and created an infinitely real virtual world based on it.

This virtual universe has everything that exists in the real universe, and the life in it also has its own thoughts and will, and exists as real as a projection of the real universe.

The Four Chaos Gods possess the power to turn the virtual into the real, and in order to interfere with the helpers around the Emperor, they did not hesitate to make this world more real in order to trap the Primarchs.

It is precisely because this universe is inherently too fragile that the [Heart of Plague] it breeds and the power of Nurgle it can carry are so unstable.

Otherwise, if Chagatai really merged with the Plague Heart in the real universe and gained the power of Nurgle's authority, he would definitely not be easily defeated by the Emperor.

Chagatai's plague crown was dissolving, and he struggled to escape back to the Webway Gate, but was blocked by Ryan and Russ.

Chagatai Khan, who had been so arrogant just now, was now extremely weak. His armor was dissolving. What was supporting it was not the physical structure but the psychic power from the Plague Garden.

Without waiting for the Plague King to say anything more, Ryan and Russ, one after the other, stabbed the sharp blades in their hands into Chagatai's heart, shattering the plague heart that was emitting a bright green light.

Along with a violent wave of energy, the entire battlefield was swept by the exploding Plague Heart. Whether it was the orc cavalry or the Caliban behemoths, they all fell to the ground wailing under this force.

As soon as the Heart of Plague collapsed, the gate of the Webway was immediately closed, and the escape route was cut off in front of Chagatai Khan.

The Lion Sword and the Chainsword pierced his chest, and the arrogant Attila's Whip finally smiled miserably, then fell to the ground with his head tilted.

"Chagatai!" Rus immediately dropped his weapon and picked up his brother who was gradually losing his life.

His heart ached, but in order to return to the All-Father, he and Ryan had no choice.

The marks and runes of Nurgle on Jaghatai's body gradually faded, and blood gushed out from the Primarch's heart, and no matter how hard Leman Russ pressed, it could not be stopped.

He watched his brother's face grow paler and paler, as if he was actually about to die.

"I... am not dead yet..."

Just as the Wolf King was heartbroken and was about to say goodbye to Chagatai Khan, the body in his arms began to tremble, and the torn heart began to heal, beating weakly.

"Brother!" The wolf king hugged Chagatai excitedly, but Ryan stopped his overly violent movements.

"You are harming him, put him down!" the lion king advised.

Rus then realized that he was too concerned and immediately put Chagatai's body on the ground.

A mere wound through the heart was not a fatal injury to the Primarch.

Chagatai took more than ten minutes to finally recover from his near-death state.

From the outside, the horrific wound on his chest had begun to heal, the flesh and blood were tightly attached to each other, and countless fine granulations began to connect with each other and grow together.

The power armor blessed by Roxi himself also released countless medical nanorobots, which quickly repaired the injuries with the help of healing potions.

"I understand how Horus feels." Chagatai Khan's breathing was still rapid, and a huge noise like a broken bellows could be vaguely heard.

"It is indeed difficult to rely on one's will to resist the feeling of being corrupted by the power of Chaos, especially since Horus is facing the pressure and temptation of the four Chaos Gods."

“I discovered that my previous concept of chaos was wrong: the whispers from the evil gods were not bait used by predators to attract prey, but stimulated the true yearning and desire in the hearts of human beings.

It does not create a person's desire out of thin air, but rather fuels existing obsessions. Those instinctive desires are not imposed on people by Chaos."

“In their quest for power, humans are corrupted by their own desires, and those who embark on this path will deceive themselves into thinking that they are the only one who is different.

Only I can master the power of chaos and not fall into the abyss like others. This is just a beautiful lie and will only make me sink deeper and deeper. "

After experiencing the cycle of life and death, Chagatai Khan could not help but realize many profound philosophical thoughts.

"Perhaps once this shit is over, you could write a book about the Warp, Jaghatai," Russ suggested, preferring that his old friend stop mumbling.

The Emperor's light is still shining, and Ryan and others have already felt the Emperor's urgent call from it.

It's time for them to go, leaving this world where they have lived for more than ten years.

Luther, Saltana and other Caliban Knights came to see off Leman Russ and Lion Johnson. They already knew that these two extraordinary primarchs were going to face the terrible enemy together with the Lord of Mankind.

"Go back, your world needs you more." Luther said. He looked at Leman Russ with complicated eyes, and then looked at Lion Johnson.

Ryan told him about the other world, including the details of how he fell to Caliban, was adopted by Luther and raised.

But unlike Ryan expected, Luther was very calm. He just said: "I'm proud of you."

The complicated relationship between Ryan and Luther makes it very difficult to speak, because they are father and son, brothers, and close friends.

Saltana's attitude was much worse. He knew that in that world, Ryan Johnson directly declared war on the Knights of Sirius, and he was forced to commit suicide.

"Go away, go away, you little brat. Take the secret I told you back and make up for the mistake you made."

"If I'm not mistaken, something has already happened to Caliban in your world. Without the restraint of the behemoth, the power of chaos must have begun to spread."

"Also, remember my advice. Never allow the Ouroboros to merge with the other two things."

Saltana lectured like a staid old scholar, and Ryan nodded slightly, behaving unusually casually and modestly.

The Lion of Caliban is no longer the arrogant and conceited guy he once was.

After everything was ready, Ryan, Russ and Chagatai Khan disappeared in front of everyone under the guidance of the Emperor's light.

On the devastated Caliban, Luther and Saltana smiled at each other helplessly.

"It seems that we still have to clean up this mess ourselves."

"Anyway, I wish them good luck over there."

……

"Embrace your instincts and let go of your so-called loyalty and justice."

"Only I can give you unrivaled power. You will become the overlord of the world and rule over everything!"

The Blood God's whispers echoed in Dorn's ears. He was already covered in wounds, and even the body of the Primarch could not withstand hundreds of years of non-stop fighting.

But he still stubbornly stood in front of the stone wall that was already full of scratches. The Storm Fang had already been completely worn out, so he continued to record and carve words on the stone wall with his fingernails.

The body of the Primarch is the most powerful weapon in the world.

Yet the more he strengthened his resolve, the more pleased the Blood God became with Dorn.

He admires warriors who can burst out courage in the face of death, respects brave men who can resist temptation, and favors warriors who are fearless in the face of power.

This is the essence of the Blood God's power. He cannot say no to these beings.

He desperately wanted Dorn to submit to him. Compared to the indomitable Imperial Fists, Angron's ridiculous rage was despised even by the Blood God.

He knew Angron's broken, void nature, and that only when prodded by the Butcher's Nails could he find false fury.

In Khorne's eyes, this false anger is like a glass of perfectly disguised blended wine. Even though it looks very good, it is still a fake in essence.

Compared to the Blood Angels' visceral fury, Angron's anger was dull.

If the Blood God only had this one Primarch in His hands, He would have abandoned Angron long ago and looked for a new God-chosen champion.

Since Sanguinius' fate was not in the hands of the Blood God, he could only settle for the next best thing and try to corrupt Rogal Dorn.

A trace of confusion appeared in Dorn's eyes after hearing the Blood God's whisper. His body trembled slightly, and scenes of extremely brutal killings flashed involuntarily in his mind.

Even for him, his mental defenses could not be perfect after being corrupted by the Blood God for more than 300 years.

The corruption of Chaos was merely fuel, fueling the desires and evil thoughts already present within. As Steward of Terra, Dorn had faced countless difficult decisions and witnessed countless horrific scenes. But with the safety of the entire Empire resting on his shoulders, he could only swallow all the heartache and pain.

The Imperial Fists had suffered heavy losses in this galactic war, and he thought of the sons who had fallen at his knees.

Their broken bodies could not stop bleeding, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not heal their wounds and bring them back to life.

He could only tell himself to be strong, tell his descendants to be strong, and face all enemies with absolute toughness.

As the commander-in-chief of the empire, he showed no weakness or mercy when making decisions.

But he is also the father of the Imperial Fists, and although he looks tough on the outside, he has a fatherly heart.

Even though Sigismund believed Keele's prophecy and avoided the war, Dorne did not really blame or hate his son.

He only gave the Black Knight a light punishment, hoping that he could truly strengthen his will and heart.

"Dorn, you are so powerful, but why are you bound by the Emperor's corrupt responsibility?"

"You are free and independent, and no one can control your loyalty."

"He is just like me. He is not that noble. The Emperor has exerted so much mental control on you, making you sacrifice your life for this corrupt empire and bleeding to protect him."

"Hug me. I won't constrain you with responsibilities, nor will I exercise mental control over you. You are free and can decide for yourself what you should do."

"Tell me, to which god is the blood sacrifice?" The Blood God's whisper became excited.

He has already sensed that a tiny crack has appeared in the spirit of the empire's stubborn stone.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Khorne will never forgive himself if he misses it.

"Blood sacrifice..."

Dorn's eyes were empty and his consciousness was in a trance.

"Tell me quickly, to which god is the blood sacrifice?" the Blood God urged, wishing he could speak for Dorn.

But He couldn't do it. The evil gods of the Warp could kill the primarchs, but they could not force them to surrender. Only their submission from the bottom of their hearts could complete the corruption ritual.

"Blood sacrifice..."

"I am Rogal Dorn, the Seventh Son, the Guardian of Terra, strong and unyielding!"

The confusion in Dorn's eyes disappeared, he let out a terrifying roar, and once again clenched the Storm Fang, whose teeth had long been worn out.

"You are such a fool, do you think you can make me surrender like this?"

"Come on, repeat after me, I am Rogal Dorn!"

The Blood God's rage instantly stirred up the entire planet, and countless blood clouds were torn into countless shattered fragments by a strong wind.

The sand and dust were blown up by the storm, torturing this long-dead world like purgatory.

The strong wind roared like a devil, terrifying lightning flashed in the clouds, and the last bit of dim light in the world disappeared, leaving only pure darkness and the bloody eight-pointed star mark.

Dorn clenched the Storm's Fang tightly. He had a premonition that the Blood God's followers were about to attack again.

"Jade can be broken into pieces but its whiteness cannot be altered; bamboo can be burned but its joints cannot be destroyed."

"You can only get my body, but not my soul!"

"How dare you compare yourself to my father, you bastard? The Emperor is the greatest sacrificer. He sacrificed everything for humanity. He never exerted mental control on me. I followed him voluntarily."

"I have always been free, so I have dedicated my loyalty to the Emperor and to humanity. Your empty killing and anger seem so stupid to me. You are just a waste who is controlled by your own authority and priesthood."

"I now understand why Angron remained a slave even after becoming your Daemon Prince. It is because you, the Blood God Khorne, are also a slave to your own power."

"A slave's slave is still a slave, that is the fact and essence."

Dorn's mouth never stopped, chattering non-stop at the huge face in the sky that could not be described in words, spewing poisonous sarcasm.

"All of you Chaos Gods are like this. You are nothing more than the condensation of the emotions of countless cosmic beings."

Countless vampires crawled out of the abyss, dragging scarlet swords. Their faces were hideous, and the only thought in their minds was killing.

The Blood God Khorne was extremely angry, and his grand will urged every demon to attack Dorn.

Dorn wielded the Stormfang, whose teeth had long been worn off, and used it as a long stick to fight. Although its power was not as strong as before, he was still invincible among the vampires.

No matter how many vampires there are, they are nothing but cannon fodder. The Primarch can crush these followers of the Blood God even with his bare hands.

"I am Dorn, strong and unyielding!"

"You are so fragile!"

Dorn used the remains of Stormfang to cut through the enemy troops, his body covered in blood, slaughtering the bloodletting vampires.

Following the vampire was a bloodthirster, and Dorn even saw an old acquaintance, Cabanha.

After Kabanha was killed by Sanguinius at the Lion's Gate, he was put back together again by the Blood God.

But this bloodthirsty devil seemed to be lacking interest at the moment, and looked depressed and dejected.

It was still immersed in the rejection and failure of Sanguinius. Counting the previous experience in the Signus galaxy, he had suffered two setbacks at the hands of the archangel.

This powerful Chaos Demon even began to doubt himself.

Under the Blood God's orders, it had to continue to seduce Rogal Dorn, even though it didn't want to do so at all. Only Sanguinius was worthy of its efforts.

Dorn naturally had no idea of ​​what was in the mind of this vicious and bloodthirsty demon, nor did he know that the other party had become a fanatical fan of his angel brother.

“Dorn, as long as you bow to the Blood God, even just once, He can restore all your strength in an instant.

You will never again suffer the torment of pain and failure, and will forever bask in the glory and splendor of victory."

Rogaldorn didn't even blink, but just stared coldly at Kabanha in front of him.

"Is this all you followers of Khorne know? You want to tempt me with these illusory glories. I don't need them at all."

"At least change your tactics. I've been trapped here for over three hundred years, and all you keep saying is this kind of temptation."

“Only you, the inanimate beings formed by the emotions of countless creatures, would regard it as everything and strive for the favor and blessing of the Blood God at all costs.

I am a human being, a person of flesh and blood, and the pursuit of victory and glory is not everything we are.

You use the things you treasure to deceive others, at least check whether others really need them. "

"I never cared about glory. Glory is a reward, not a necessity. My brother Sanguinius was the same. That is why you always fail."

Dorn's words were better than any other weapon in the world, and they broke Cabanha's already wounded heart even more.

Sitting on the throne, it, a noble demon of the Warp, was actually laughed at by an inferior life form in the real universe.

However, its brain, which was not very developed but filled with strong muscles, suddenly felt that what Dorn said made sense.

Yes, why had it never thought about it before.

For the demons of the Blood God, fighting, killing, bloodshed and death are all part of their normal life, while glory and victory are their lifelong pursuits.

Every Khorne demon is trying his best to chop off more heads in order to gain the attention and blessing of the Blood God.

Even bloodthirsty demons are extremely hostile to each other, and they wish to kill others so that they can be the only one.

Other than that, they have nothing.

Their essence is so empty that they try desperately to gain the value of their own existence from the Blood God Khorne.

"I'm so stupid, really." Kabanha suddenly felt bored and ignored the Storm Fang that was attacking from Dorne.

At this moment, a shining imperial light illuminated the dark sky. It was an unstoppable light. No matter how angry the Blood God was, it still took Dorne away.

The remaining vampires roared unwillingly, and they vowed to take back what belonged to them for the Blood God.

Suddenly, Kabanha seemed to have come to his senses. Hiding among many bloodthirsty demons, he really calmed down and began to think about things that a Khorne demon should not think about.

It is searching, thinking, and pursuing the goals it really needs.

……

The Six Rings of Slaanesh.

Conrad Curze and Roche were now covered in blood. Ever since he saw through the dream carefully woven by the Prince of Pleasure, the petty-minded Slaanesh had planned to kidnap them directly.

One man and one primordial body fell directly into the Silver Palace. If they wanted to escape, they could only keep fighting their way out.

Fortunately, Midnight Haunter and Roche's fighting power was considerable, and they darted around in Slaanesh's chambers, avoiding the thousands of pursuers.

"This isn't a solution. What do you think, Conrad?"

Roxi is using the power of authority to repair the damaged power armor on Curze. Those crazy Slaanesh demons would rather be torn to pieces than take a bite.

As a close comrade of Curze, Roxi naturally protected his comrade in front of him and blocked those scary Slaanesh demons.

Anyway, this guy has thick skin and amazing endurance, so even if a few pieces are missing, they can grow back.

"Ideas?" Curze used his kindness and forgiveness to tear a Slaanesh demon to pieces, and replied jokingly, "My external brain Sevatar is not here, what ideas can I have?"

"You must be so anxious that you actually asked me for advice. Even Horus didn't dare to ask me for advice."

Luo Xi was speechless. As the saying goes, a shameless person is invincible, and Koz is a typical example in this regard.

"Sevata, Sevata, Sevata is everywhere. Without him, can you do nothing? Are you the commander of the legion, or is he the commander of the legion?"

"If you have any complaints, tell my legion commander. I don't want to hear them."

Curze didn't care at all about the taunting that made Mortarion so angry that he went to hell. He even said in a serious tone that Sevatar was in charge of all the affairs of the Legion.

If Typhon were to meet a Primarch like Curze, both sides would probably be delighted.

As the two were escaping and bickering, the Emperor's light illuminated the beautiful and dark palace of the Six Rings of Slaanesh.

All debauchery, chaos, and indulgence shrink and retreat under the illumination of this sacred light.

"Goodbye, you perverted playthings of Slaanesh."

Under the angry gaze of the Great Secret Keepers, Roxi waved goodbye to these apostles of the Prince of Joy.

The people who were separated after boarding the Spirit of Vengeance finally found their direction again at the call of the Emperor.

Luo Xi's eyes flashed, and he returned to the dim cabin of the Spirit of Vengeance.

"Is everything I experienced real or an illusion?" Luo Xi felt his whole body in a trance.

But he didn't have time to think about this problem. The most urgent task was to reunite with the emperor immediately.

The former Queen of Glory-class battleship beneath his feet was now filled with extremely powerful forces of chaos and corruption, almost making people feel instinctive trembling and fear.

The shouts and sounds of fighting were coming from afar, and the real enemy was now right in front of them.

(End of this chapter)