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

Chapter 664: Gathering, Expedition to the Multiverse (Three in One)

"I was there the day the Emperor gave his will to his sons."

"I saw with my own eyes the Emperor, covered in blood, and still concerned about the future of this race."

The Emperor was seriously injured but not dead. He just needed to sit on the Golden Throne and suppress his surging psychic power to curb the awakening of the Dark Lord.

The Lord of Mankind will fall into a long sleep, and no one knows when he will wake up again and lead the human race he loves so much.

Therefore, the emperor must make adequate plans, and enfeoffment of the kings now is one of the steps in his plan.

In fact, from the perspective of a normal civilization development perspective, the emperor's decision to divide a centralized empire unified by iron, blood and war into a feudal system of princes guarding the four directions was simply a step backward in history.

But Luo Xi also knew that by doing this he was only bringing forward what would happen in the future.

In this terrible universe that is like a pool of mud, human civilization has long since transformed from the original interstellar alliance system into an absolutely centralized imperial system.

And now that the Emperor, who maintains the authority of the Empire, is about to go offline, it is inevitable that humans will be divided again.

After all, the Human Empire cannot do without the leadership of the Primarch. With the power of mortals, it is completely impossible to command so many powerful Astartes Legions and mortal auxiliary forces.

Humanity must rely on the existence of the Primarch to maintain the absolute dominance of the entire human race in the galaxy.

Since they have to rely on the Primarch, they naturally cannot completely suppress it. These beings with enormous energy naturally become the core of dependence for many humans.

The vast distance makes it impossible for Terra's authority to cover everything perfectly, and the emergence of separatist entities centered around the Primarch is inevitable.

It is always better to detonate hidden dangers in advance than to wait until they become serious.

The Primarchs were silent for three seconds before they reluctantly accepted the Emperor's decision.

"Since this is your wish, we obey."

As the most prestigious of these Primarchs, Lion set an example, "We will guard the frontier star regions for the Empire, and continue to expand outward to expand the living space for mankind."

"The White Scars will clear the galaxy of all enemies that pose a threat to humanity and Terra." Chagatai stated.

"Fenris will repel all invading enemies." So does the Wolf King.

"The Imperial Fists still abide by their duties. We will defend Terra and serve as the gateway to Terra." Dorn said calmly, but when he said this, his eyes couldn't help but glance at little Perturabo.

Only Dorn himself knew that since he and Perturabo were hit by the time weapon in the Battle of Lion's Gate, some unknown changes had occurred in his body.

When he joined the Spirit of Vengeance, he discovered that his body was aging at a faster rate than usual.

He originally thought that this was the result of more than three hundred years of fighting after being trapped in the Khorne Realm, but now it seems that this is not the case.

After being freed from the corruption of the Blood God, Dorn still felt the passage of time in his body speeding up.

Though this was only a minor change to the Primarch's near-eternal lifespan, Dorn still wondered why.

But now, when Perturabo appeared before him, this feeling of time passing quickly suddenly disappeared.

When Dorn looked at Perturabo, he received the same suspicious look.

Little Perturabo also felt that he was not growing any bigger, but was getting smaller.

You should know that the growth rate of the Primarch is very "psychic", especially when the environment threatens the survival of the Primarch, these extraordinary individuals can even grow from a baby to a young man in a few days.

Guilliman, who grew up in a wealthy family and a happy environment, even spent a few years of peaceful childhood.

This was simply incredible for an unlucky guy like Angron, who encountered Dark Eldar pursuers and Nuceria slave-hunting teams as soon as he landed.

This pair of old enemies suddenly had a very dangerous and ridiculous idea in their minds.

Could it be that the two of them are already in two different time flows? Dorne's time flow is accelerating, while Perturabo's is even flowing in the opposite direction.

Only when the two of them are within a certain range, such as facing each other, will the opposite flow of time be neutralized and disappear.

This may not be a big deal for other people, but for this pair of enemies and foes, it is really bad luck.

Dorn didn't want to see Perturabo, and Perturabo didn't want to see Dorn even more, but the two of them had to stay together due to the constraints of opposite time flow.

However, there is still a difference. Dorn's accelerated time flow will make his body age faster, while Perturabo's reverse time flow will make him smaller and smaller.

Even if Dorn died of old age, it would take an unusually long time. The lifespan of the Primarch was almost infinite, but what about Perturabo?

His body is only a few months old now, and he doesn't have enough life to bear the cost of this countercurrent.

Perturabo even imagined the horrific ending of himself degenerating from a baby to an embryo, then to a fertilized egg, and finally disappearing from the timeline.

The fallen Iron Lord was completely numb. If he wanted to continue living, he had to stay in front of Dorne in humiliation and witness with his own eyes the trust and love he received from the Emperor.

Want to die? Perturabo suddenly didn't want to die.

He had been on the verge of death once before, and at that time he vowed to prove to the Emperor that he was no worse than Dorne. Now he was on the verge of life and death again, and he suddenly felt that he still had a lot of things to accomplish.

He has not yet figured out the secret of the Iron Man. He wants to invent, to create, to break through the existing scientific barriers.

He no longer wanted to be a general and continue that boring war. Perhaps living for himself was a good choice.

At the end of the war, the Iron Warriors showed resilience that even surpassed the Iron Ring Robots, which forced Perturabo to wonder whether his choice was right or wrong.

Perhaps a body of flesh and blood made of steel inside and out may not necessarily lose to a man of iron with bones made of steel.

After the Emperor spoke to the Primarchs, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He doesn't have much time left.

As an immortal who is almost infinitely powerful in the real universe, he has actually never mastered time.

Time, he has no time, he must speed up everything again and again to gain that slim chance of winning.

The Great Crusade, the Primarch Project, the Webway Project, everything was done to save time.

But now it seems that he still lost to time.

During this final period of time, he called Orpesson, Malcador, and Roche to his presence.

Although he was the Lord of mankind, not a single second of his long life after becoming the "Emperor" belonged to himself.

And now, before ascending the throne and falling into eternal sleep, the Emperor wishes to indulge his selfish desires for a short while.

Olpersson still held his homemade hand-rolled cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it.

He is the oldest immortal, the Emperor's comrade-in-arms, and the origin of the concept of Warmaster. The bond between him and the Emperor has already spanned thirty to forty thousand years of experience.

If it weren't for the disagreement between the two of them at the Tower of Babel, which led to their parting ways, perhaps Orperson would still be following the Emperor and fighting for the great cause all his life like Malcador.

The Emperor looked at Orperson, who shook his head helplessly and handed the cigarette in his mouth to the Emperor.

The Lord of Mankind grinned. He was still coughing, but he still savored the taste of the authentic cigarette.

For many years, the emperor thought he would never be able to smoke a cigarette again.

Orperson lit the cigarette for the emperor himself, and then walked out of the palace without looking back.

"My Lord..."

Valdor wanted to stop Orpethon for the Emperor, but the Emperor stopped him.

"He has forgiven me," said the Emperor.

There is no need for apologies between men. Just a cigarette is enough to say everything.

The Emperor burned half of the cigarette given by Orpesson, then put it out and stuffed it into the gap of his armor.

"Thank you for your hard work over the years, old friend."

The Emperor grasped Malcador's hand and thanked him heartily.

If the relationship between him and Orpersong was more of a friendship, then the relationship between him and Malcador was more of a monarch and his subject.

The Emperor and the Sigillite, although the former is the supreme ruler of the Human Empire, in fact, the Sigillite is the one who really manages things.

This Sigillite assisted the Emperor in managing the entire empire with his mortal body. Without the help of artificial intelligence to share the pressure, he made this extremely ignorant and corrupt huge machine run smoothly.

The burden of the entire human empire rests on the shoulders of Malcador alone.

Malcador's ability in administration is simply incredible. Even Guilliman, whose brain is comparable to a supercomputer, cannot achieve this level.

"We always say that after completing a great cause, we will start our own lives. You have always wanted to retire, but I have disturbed your retirement plans time and time again."

The Emperor smiled, and Malcador knew that he was referring to his private garden within the Imperial Palace, which was exactly what Malcador had longed for in his retirement.

The precious collections in the Machado Museum have shown that the holder of the seal would rather be a wealthy man who enjoys his retirement and fiddles with the relics of human civilization.

It's funny to say, a human ruler, a prime minister of an empire, neither of them is greedy for such infinite and lofty power.

On the contrary, they suffered greatly from it and hated it to the core.

"After I fall asleep, you can make your own decision, whether to continue to lead the empire or to retire and take care of the empire in secret. I will not force you."

"Thank you, my friend. I am glad to have your company now. I hope to see you again when I solve the problem of the Dark Lord and wake up again."

The haggard and skinny old man burst into tears at this moment.

Turbid tears fell from his old, wrinkled skin and were diluted before they hit the ground.

"This is also my wish, my Lord. For the sake of humanity, I am willing to do it."

Finally it was Luo Xi's turn. The emperor looked at his old friend whom he had known ten thousand years ago for a long time but did not speak.

Because they had already said everything they needed to say to each other just now.

About the darkness under humanity’s feet now, and about the light that will dawn in humanity’s future.

"I will travel to other universes, I will start a new expedition, and I will find the power to deny the world outside the world."

"I will look for new powers to strengthen myself. If possible, if there are races in the multiverse that can unite, I will gather all the power."

“Are there still humans in other universes? If so, they can all be the ones we can unite with.”

Luo Xi solemnly promised that he was ready to leave this universe.

The Emperor's Compass that the Emperor once gave him, which allowed him to leave this universe and head for an unknown universe, now quietly appeared in his chest.

The emperor took one last look at Luo Xi, then laughed a few times, turned around and walked towards the towering and grand golden throne.

He stepped onto the stairs step by step, and blue ripples of spiritual energy surged under his feet again and again.

The emperor's light became increasingly brilliant and the golden throne beneath his feet emitted the clear and bright sound of an ancient bell.

It seemed as if countless human souls followed him, finding peace and using their last strength to praise and extol the Emperor's sacrifice. The Emperor's figure grew smaller and smaller, moving further and further away from the crowd. Suddenly, an uncontrollable sadness welled up in Roshi's heart.

Everyone watched the Emperor go away. Before that, Roche and the Primarchs had gone through great pains to capture Magnus, freed the Emperor, and made him step down from the Golden Throne.

And now, in order to suppress the awakening of the Dark Lord in his body, he once again willingly stepped onto the throne that symbolized endless pain and torture.

He can choose not to. The Emperor is born free. Even if his power is upgraded to that of a god, he can become a god that runs through the timeline in the Highest Heaven.

Everything is his own choice.

The Lord of Mankind sat on the throne again. Beside him, Magnus, whose face had been completely changed beyond all recognition, wanted to say something, but he had no way to express his thoughts.

Magnus had turned into a skeleton with dry and sunken skin, and only his one flickering eye proved that he was still alive.

He originally thought that if the Emperor sat with him, he would at least be able to reduce the Golden Throne's extraction and siphoning of his psychic energy, but it was obvious that the Emperor would not let the culprit go so easily.

The spiritual energy in the Emperor's body was continuously injected into the Golden Throne. The Golden Throne, sensing the return of its chosen master, was immediately overjoyed and increased the efficiency of extracting Magnus' spiritual energy.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The Crimson King let out a desperate wail, the shrillness of which was enough to make all who heard it feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Every second he was living was worse than death. He wanted to embrace death so much. Death was a million times better than having his soul extracted by the Golden Throne.

However, the guards guarding Magnus beside the throne were not moved at all. He just looked like a sculpture, holding the Spear of Dionysus tightly in his hand.

Magnus' heart must be in contact with the Spear of Dionysus at all times, otherwise he will immediately become an anchor point for Tzeentch and be completely controlled by the Lord of Change.

"You deserve it, Magnus."

"He is totally unworthy of pity, may he suffer all the sufferings of the All-Father."

Leman Russ heard the horrific screams from the throne, which undoubtedly disturbed the heavy mood of the Emperor's departure for eternal sleep and made people want to laugh.

Chagatai Khan patted his brother on the back, signaling him not to mention the idiot anymore.

The best ending for him is to sit on the Golden Throne for the rest of his life, until humans no longer need him and then grind him to ashes.

Even Magnus' former good brothers hated this Primarch so much. Magnus had indeed made a big mistake.

Everyone listened to Magnus's screams before leaving the throne room at the urging of Constantine Waldor.

The Siege of Terra is over, and Valdor will command the Custodes to rearrange the defenses to ensure that no one can harm the sleeping Emperor.

In this battle, the Imperial Guards suffered heavy casualties. Coupled with the consumption of the Cybernetic War, only one tenth of the once mighty Ten Thousand Man Army remained.

The Emperor's Claw needed time to recover, and the current strength was far from what Valdor could bear. Facing those terrifying enemies, the Imperial Guards still seemed to be a little lacking.

They are indeed strong against most enemies, but there are always times when they are powerless even at the risk of their lives.

The huge adamantine gate with the Imperial Sky Eagle carved on it slowly closed, and the Primarchs slowly withdrew from the core area of ​​the palace.

The Primarchs looked at each other, and everyone had a mysterious thought: perhaps the time for the Primarchs to gather together has come to an end, and the next time the brothers get together again may be a long time later.

Horus is dead, but the rebels and Warp demons under his command have not been completely eliminated. Each Primarch will lead his own legion to clean up the entire galaxy and restore the living space for mankind.

But no one was willing to speak first, and instead wanted to delay the moment of separation for even just one second.

Luo Xi did not plan to stay too long, he had to hurry up, now the attention of the Four Gods was still focused on the failure just now, once they realized the Emperor's back-up plan, there would likely be twists and turns.

But before leaving, he had to be fully equipped.

It was impossible for him to leave alone in the Red Alert, so he had to take away Astartes like Sharokin and Hal who had been fighting under him.

He is heading to an unknown universe, and no one knows what dangers he will encounter. He must have enough power in his hands to protect himself and the hope of mankind.

If the Emperor had not mentioned that the power of the Emperor's Compass could only protect a small number of people from completing the inter-universe journey, and that these people would have to be in a state of suspended animation, he would have wished that he had used all the power under his command, along with several Astartes Legions.

If you encounter some unfriendly alien civilizations, let them experience the oppression of humans in this universe.

When Roche was planning to gather people and take away some necessary technologies from the advanced technology community on Ganymede, the Primarchs stopped him.

They seemed to reach a consensus after a brief eye contact.

"Let Costwayn go with you, and take a certain amount of gene seeds with you. In the unknown world, you will need the help of the Dark Angels." The lion stopped Luo Xi and said.

Luo Xi was stunned. He couldn't understand what Ryan Johnson was trying to do.

Corswayn was the Steward of the Lion. Under his command and management, the Dark Angels survived the entire Horus Heresy. His personal ability is unquestionable.

In fact, with his abilities, he fully deserves the title of one of the Three Great Crusades, but the fact that the First Legion is always silent and hidden in the dark prevents him from getting the glory he deserves.

As Lion's Jonson said, the Dark Angels need no reward, for loyalty itself is the best reward.

Even in the entire First Legion, there is no one who is better than him in commanding large troops, logistics management, or even single combat.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is half-commander of the Dark Angels Legion.

"What are you talking about, Ryan? Your legion has already suffered heavy losses and is in urgent need of recovery. You want Coswayen and I to leave?" Luo Xi asked back.

"This is the Emperor's choice, Roxi," Ryan said in a deep voice, "He chose to let you carry out the mission of continuing humanity and seeking a way out. Then you have a heavier responsibility than the rest of us."

"Compared to us, you are a lone army. Without the support of the empire, I am worried that it may be difficult for you to gain a foothold in other universes."

"The secret vault of the Dark Angels. You can take whatever you need. We are just keeping these things for the Emperor. Now is the time to put them to good use."

“In fact, this is not just my opinion.”

And Russ, Chagatai and other Primarchs also gathered around.

"Let Qin Xin go with you. He has grown up in this rebellion. He is still very young. Let him go with you to see the scenery outside the universe."

Chagatai Khan stroked his long beard and said with some envy.

“In fact, I also want to see what’s happening outside our universe, but I’m not as lucky as you, and I can’t get away right now.

The reconstruction of Chogorris and the tasks entrusted to us by the Emperor are not yet completed, and I cannot abandon these responsibilities and walk away."

"In front of the greater self, any small self is meaningless, even the primarch."

The Eagle of Chogoris was undoubtedly the most freedom-loving of the Primarchs.

Even though he had submitted to the Emperor and was willing to join the Imperium of Man as a vassal state and contribute his strength to the Great Crusade, he was still the one with the lowest presence among the Primarchs of the Empire.

"I don't know if there will be a chance to come back. If there is, let's go and explore the unknown universe together."

Roshi looked Khan seriously in the eyes and assured him firmly.

Chagatai burst into laughter, patted Luo Xi on the shoulder and said that he had made the right friend.

"I really don't have many people in my legion. I can't give Bjorn to you. I want him to be the captain of my first company and rebuild the legion." Leman Russ, who was so close to Chagatai that he was like a pair of trousers, said immediately.

"But Faffnar can go with you. This guy went with you to the Five Hundred Worlds and has been longing for the outside world ever since. Besides, he is no longer fit to participate in battles."

After hearing what the Wolf King said, Luo Xi learned about the ending of the free and unrestrained man Fenris.

Three quarters of Faffnir's body has been transformed into a mechanical one. If the pharmacist and the biological sage had not been strong enough, he would have been sent to the Dreadnought long ago.

"He has been clamoring to follow in your footsteps while keeping an eye out for any possible disloyalty to the Empire."

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Roshi's face. He never forgot that Faffnir and his Wolf Squad came to Macragge to monitor Guilliman.

"Okay!" Luo Xi agreed. Since he was going to bring people with him anyway, it would be more friendly to bring his old friend with him.

Dorn was accompanied by little Perturabo. The two Primarchs were now behaving very strangely. Dorn knew that Perturabo was a traitor prisoner, but he still expressed his intention to guard his brother personally.

"As for the Imperial Fists, I originally wanted Sigismund to go with you, but when I asked him, he refused."

"He said he had his own mission, and his mission was in our universe."

"If you wish, you may have Pollax accompany you."

Luo Xi thought back to the ridiculously large Imperial Fist and nodded in agreement.

Pollax is actually more like Dorn than Sigismund. He is introverted, meticulous, and cautious. He is extremely good at defense and offense.

"Polax's outstanding performance in the Battle of Farr severely defeated Perturabo." Roshi said this even though he knew that little Perturabo was right in front of him.

Little Perturabo's face, which was full of dark clouds, suddenly tensed up and he hid himself behind Dorn, thinking that out of sight, out of mind.

The representatives of the Eighth and Ninth Legions are Sevatar, Prince of Crows, and Azkaelon, Lord of the Sanguinary Guard.

Roche planned to take away the two primarchs, Sanguinius and Konrad Curze, who were sleeping and dying.

On the one hand, the Emperor had seen their situation before he ascended the Golden Throne, and the Lord of Mankind said that even he could not save them while ensuring the survival of the two Primarchs.

Although it sounded strange, Roche understood that the Emperor was talking about bringing the two Primarchs into the Legion of the Damned.

Strictly speaking, the Cursed Legion is neither a living person nor a dead person. Rather, it is more like a group of heroic spirits who have been reborn with the support of the power of the Warp.

Ferrus Malus, who died long ago, now leads the Legion of the Damned.

But it is not too late to save the situation, even the other Primarchs, including Azkaelon and Sevatar are unwilling to choose this path.

The cursed Primarchs have lost their anchor in the material world and cannot stay in the real universe for long.

If they had a choice, they still hoped to make their father truly alive.

On the other hand, since even the Emperor has expressed his powerlessness, Roxi might as well take them with him to other universes to try their luck. Maybe they can find a solution.

As for the Ultramarines, Roche's old partner Aeonid Hill volunteered. Although Guilliman was not here, the red-helmeted Ultramarines captain still believed that his father would support his decision.

There is never a shortage of outstanding people around Guilliman, and Hill thinks he is just an ordinary one among them.

"You will need the power of the Psionic Think Tank. I have asked the Knight Errant, Revel Avida, to accompany you. He has merged with the good fragment of Magnus and has become an individual named Janus."

Malcador the Sigillite said that originally in his plan, Janus should have been the creator of the Grey Knights, becoming a strong shield for mankind against the demons of the Warp.

However, the current situation is much better than what he and the Emperor had originally deduced.

The existence of the Grey Knights has not reached the original level of importance.

Looking at the stars shining brightly before him and the gathering of the legendary Astartes, Roxi couldn't help but feel his heart surge.

He is no longer alone. These friends and subordinates are willing to help him unconditionally and follow him.

With the help and support of these heroes, he is now undoubtedly more confident in traveling to other universes.

　To clarify, going to other universes does not mean not coming back, but to gain other powers, gather other allies, and fill the cesspool of the Warhammer universe.
　　Chaos is not unique to the Warhammer universe, it is a catastrophe that spreads across the multiverse

　　After going through several universes, I will return to the Warhammer universe. After all, there are too many things in the original timeline in the past ten thousand years, and it is impossible to unfold them all by staying in the Warhammer universe.
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