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

Chapter 667: Guilliman is late but arrives (Three in One)

Just as Roche finally arrived in the new universe and headed towards the earth with great excitement, the situation in the Warhammer universe became clearer.

With the Emperor's victory over Horus, the leader of the rebellion, the civil war that almost destroyed humanity finally came to an end.

The four Primarchs, Lion's Jonson, Rogal Dorn, Jaghatai Khan and Leman Russ, set out together to wipe out and destroy all the rebels and Warp demons on Terra.

Adam led a legion of hundreds of thousands of iron men and crushed all enemies with absolute numerical advantage.

Be it Chaos Astartes, mortal cultists, or those Warp Demons from the Sea of ​​Souls, under the siege of the Iron Man, they either had to retreat or die with hatred.

Adam's mind was able to accept the fact that Luo Xi left, but deep down in his heart, he was burning with a nameless feeling of loss.

The Iron Leader only knew that he was very angry, and he used the heads of these rebels and warp demons to vent his anger.

If all these damn enemies were destroyed, if the subspace no longer threatened the universe, then his father would not have to take such a huge risk to launch a cross-universe expedition to find a direction for the future of mankind.

Adam was able to calculate the risk that Roche would have to take if he went all in. If he considered it purely from a probabilistic perspective, it was only slightly better than committing suicide.

If any accident happened, he might never see his father again in this life. Adam felt extremely anxious and irritable when he thought of this.

This extremely human emotion comes from his personality rather than a strict logical matrix.

Terra is only the first stop in the Loyalists' quest for revenge. With the throne world of humanity at its core, the Imperial armies are on their way to destroy any traitors who exist.

This will be the bloodiest, most ruthless, and most furious revenge. These scum have betrayed the empire and humanity, and no one can escape the reckoning.

Except for some Death Guard and Iron Warriors who surrendered reluctantly because their Primarch was captured, all other rebellious Space Marines will be slaughtered.

The crimes of those who surrender will never be wiped out. Based on the intelligence collected and the information obtained through torture, the Empire will punish those who have committed heinous crimes with death.

As for those Astartes who have committed less serious crimes, the Empire will later send them on an expedition of atonement to wash away the shame of betrayal with their own blood.

If loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyalty. The fate of these Astartes who rebelled and then surrendered was already doomed. It is a great mercy to allow them to die in atonement.

However, an unexpected event occurred that made the loyalists very unhappy.

The Vengeful Spirit, which was originally anchored in the orbit of Terra and served as the battlefield for the final battle between the Emperor and Horus, suddenly disappeared in the solar system under the influence of a mysterious warp force.

This rebellious Queen of Glory-class battleship, along with some of the Sons of Horus, some of the Word Bearers loyal to the Warmaster, and some of the Thousand Sons led by Ahriman, fled back to the Warp.

The biggest one who escaped was Horus' eldest son, Ezekiel Abaddon!
This damn catfish escaped again!
Even the Primarchs suspected that it was because the Four Gods of the Warp shifted all their attention from Horus to this bastard that he was able to escape so many times.

At the time, the Emperor was seriously injured, and the Primarch and the boarding troops had to escort the Lord of Mankind back to the Terra Palace as quickly as possible, without even having time to take care of the traitors who were not killed.

Everyone had expected that the Spirit of Vengeance, with its power system paralyzed and its hull severely damaged, was already a fish on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered. It would not be a big deal if it was left there for a while.

However, they still underestimated the determination of the Warp. Some of the rebels who were still resisting in the orbit between the Earth and the Moon were taken away by the power from the Warp. Even the Dark Mechanicus besieged on Mars disappeared without a trace.

It is obvious that although they lost the victory of this rebellion, the malicious entities in the subspace are still preparing to make a comeback, and these rebels who were taken away are the sparks prepared for future wars.

The threats hidden on the other side of the world have only retreated temporarily, and they will come again until they completely shatter humanity's desire to transcend and ascend, and completely turn this universe into a cattle ranch for the dark gods.

They are eager to plunge the universe into a state of sustainable destruction in order to maximize the harvest of pain, despair, and countless numb souls.

Extinction has never been what the gods of the Warp want. They are a cancer that parasitizes the souls of all intelligent life, craving to constantly replicate themselves to satisfy their never-ending desires and instincts.

Despite some imperfect accidents, Ryan Johnson's revenge army still carefully combed and cleaned the entire solar system.

The Dark Angels' bolters and chainswords have never ceased, and they have even slain some mortals whose minds have been stamped with the Chaos taint.

This will undoubtedly bring him infamy, but Ryan doesn't care at all. He only cares about revenge and destruction.

Terra, the Moon, and Mars were successively liberated and cleansed. After confirming that there was no longer a single believer of the Dark Mechanicus on the vast Mars, the vast army of the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds finally arrived and joined Ryan's army.

Guilliman had assembled over 300,000 Ultramarines, over 50,000 Astartes who had lost their way after their various legions were scattered, and the 70,000 Raven Guard warriors under the command of the Raven Lord Corvas Corax.

Throughout the Heresy, except for the initial massacre at Isstvan V Landing Site when he fled back to Terra, the Raven Lord spent a long period of time conducting frantic guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines.

The huge reinforcement force consisting of more than 400,000 Astartes and more than 5,000 warships and logistics supply ships almost occupied all the orbital space on Mars.

This force is even greater than the total strength of at least five legions under Ryan's command.

But what was embarrassing was that Guilliman's reinforcements, which were enough to completely turn the tide of the war or even secure victory, did not play a big role in the rebellion that spread to the mother planet Terra.

Horus first used the Ruinstorm to seal the Ultramarines on the 500th World of Ultramar, then had the Iron Warriors constantly block their progress, and finally used the Dark Void emanating from the Beta Garmon Cluster to prevent Guilliman's arrival.

If there is a third protagonist in this rebellion besides the Emperor and Horus, it must be Guilliman.

The rebels fear his coming and must capture Terra before the Ultramarines.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Rogal Dorn, has been holding his ground, waiting for Guilliman's reinforcements.

As long as these reinforcements were deployed within the solar system, even if Horus used the magic of the warp to deploy all his troops between the Earth and the Moon, the Empire would not be afraid to confront the traitor head-on.

When the numerical gap reaches this level, the problem can be solved by simply launching an attack by the entire army, and the war will not even spread to the mainland of Terra.

Guilliman has cleared out the rebels in the outer reaches of the solar system, and the space between Pluto and Mars has returned to the control of the Empire.

Together with the fleet of Lion coming from Terra, there were no more organized rebels and warp demons in the entire solar system.

Of course, the solar system is so large that there will still be some scattered rebels fleeing in panic. They will never choose to gather together, but will spread out like stars in the sky, each choosing a direction and leaving it to fate.

Guilliman met with Lion aboard a new Thundercloud-class planetary battleship, the Glory Eternal.

It turned out that the Laurel of Glory, which was used by the Ultramarines to support Terra, had been given to the White Scars by Roche, and it was clear that it was gone and would never return to the hands of the XIII Legion.

However, Roche has preserved the production dock on the Mustafar forge world in Macragge, and is still capable of producing these giant ships as long as the Lords of the Five Hundred Worlds are willing.

"Lion, this is Guilliman, Corax is with me, here we come!"

"From the Five Hundred Worlds to Holy Terra, we have gone through countless bloody battles and countless sacrifices, just for today's gathering!"

Guilliman's voice was transmitted to the command bridge of the New Caliban via signal, and there was no trace of joy in meeting his brother on Lion's face.

His facial muscles were stiff, his skin was thickly wrinkled, and his stubble, due to lack of care, looked a little messy.

A thick haze enveloped him, and the air pressure dropped almost to the extreme.

"Lion, it's us! Guilliman and Corax! Please answer!"

The Lion did not respond to Guilliman, and his fleet continued to move forward until the fleets in the two directions crowded together.

After a long moment, the lion's voice responded to Guilliman.

"Come to my flagship immediately. Chagatai, Rus and the others are here."

Then Lion hung up the call without hesitation, leaving only Guilliman's call in astonishment.

"What happened? Has Terra already..."

Guilliman knew nothing. He was accompanied by a thin, pale, long-haired Primarch.
Korvas Corax, Lord of the XIX Legion's Raven Guard.

In stark contrast to Guilliman's cheerful, enthusiastic and positive aura, this Primarch has an absurdly low sense of presence.

He always pursed his lips, and the slightly downward corners of his mouth revealed an inexplicable sadness and sorrow.

Corax wears a cape made of long black feathers, and has huge jet turbine thrusters on both sides of his power backpack, allowing him to fly long distances when needed.

"Brother, Ryan and the others didn't act too excited, which means Terra's condition has stabilized."

The Crow King advised, vaguely realizing what had happened.

"Then let's go. What on earth is Ryan doing? He has such a cold attitude..."

Guilliman was not suspicious. He brought his Ever-Victorious Guard and Corax on a barge to the boarding port of the New Caliban.

The airtight hatch opened, and a stream of warm and humid air gushed into space, and then the moisture in it condensed into ice crystals and floated away.

A metal enclosed passage extended from the barge, directly connecting to the interior of the New Caliban's cabin.

Guilliman strode forward, the heavy thump of his power boots with each step, heralding the arrival of the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds.

Corax, who was following him, a little behind him, walked without making any sound. He was like a floating ghost, appearing and disappearing.

"Corax, can't you make some noise? You're giving me the creeps."

"You should walk like a normal human being."

Guilliman complained somewhat helplessly. In his eyes, Corax was undoubtedly a younger brother. He was one of the last few Primarchs to return, and his personality was extremely low-key and introverted.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Corax's voice was a little low and hoarse, like the whisper of a ghost floating in the air.

Then the Dark Raven Lord tried to control his steps to make a sound, but still failed. His footsteps were not as obvious as the sound of the resonance of the battleship's cabin.

Guilliman was speechless. He no longer forced his little brother. It was simply too difficult to make him make a sound.

Led by a team of Dark Angels, Guilliman arrived at the bridge deck, where one could still smell the smoke of war which had not yet been completely dispelled.

Guilliman didn't care. He had fought his way through five hundred worlds and had experienced countless wars, big and small, so he was naturally not surprised.

"Ryan!"

"My brothers!"

Guilliman called out loudly, his voice even echoing in the cabin.

The Macragge man keenly observed the dark angels around him and found that there were fewer familiar faces among them, and it was obvious that they had all died out.

The Dark Angels have shed enough blood for the Empire.

The figure of a lion was walking from afar, followed by Chagatai Khan and the wolf king Rus. The three giants as tall as mountains were enough to attract everyone's attention.

But why do they look so bad?

Guilliman instinctively sensed danger, but he did not understand where it came from.

Lion came closer, too close, so close that Guilliman had no time to dodge the huge fist.

Lion King Flying Head Punch!
The Caliban didn't hold back at all, and his punches were so fast that even the afterimage disappeared.

Guilliman instinctively tried to resist, but he only raised his arm halfway before he flew backwards.

Compared to Ryan, who has now awakened the ability to teleport in the forest, he is far inferior.

Corax pounced out suddenly, like a frightened crow with its feathers standing on end, and tightly protected the fallen Guilliman. The lightning claws in his hands activated the decomposition field without hesitation, lighting up a deep blue arc of electric current.

Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly. Compared to that damn Macragge man, the Raven King in front of him gave him a strong sense of threat.

The Raven King did not fight back, he simply protected Guilliman, giving him time to stand up.

"Ryan! What are you doing!?"

Guilliman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spat out saliva mixed with blood. Immediately, this liquid, which was comparable to a super-strong acid, corroded the deck with a sizzling sound.

The Ever-Victorious Army immediately surrounded the Gene-Father. These powerful warriors wearing Star-type Terminator armor were like a mountain of people, separating Guilliman and Lion with storm shields and power swords.

The First Chapter Captain Marius Gage and the Think Tank Director Titus Prieto, who were accompanying them, were on high alert, ready to evacuate the Dark Angels' flagship with their father at any time.

"What am I doing?"

Ryan took off his lion sword from his waist and handed it to the Deathwing Grand Master Hou Guin beside him.

He didn't want to go to war with his brother.

They have shed enough blood.

Guilliman also saw that his brother did not want to see blood, otherwise he would have been targeted by the relic-level weapons of the Dark Angels.

The Macragge followed suit and handed his sincere dagger to Gage.

He flexed his fists and feet, and moved in circles with Ryan as if they were fighting in a duel pit.

"We still need to ask you what you have done!" "Guilliman, Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, King of the Far East, ambitious man, and the reinforcements that have been delayed!"

"We trust you so much, but where were you during the final battle on Terra?"

"Answer me!" Ryan yelled, "Where are you!!"

Ryan roared like a lion, and countless messy dark branches appeared around him, as if they had spread directly from the virtual world to the real universe.

Guilliman was stunned. He tried to explain it all with his own materialistic ideas.

Is this Ryan's psychic power?
Macragge's feeling of uneasiness was magnified. He tried hard to dodge Ryan's fists and asked questions as fast as he could.

"I want to see my father!"

"You are not worthy to see my father. He was seriously injured in the duel with Horus and is now sleeping on the Golden Throne!"

Lion's fighting style has never been fixed. He changed his fist into an elbow and hit Guilliman's abdomen hard, making him grimace in pain.

"I want to see Sanguinius!"

"Sanguinius? He was so close to death that he is now unconscious and trying to survive in stasis. The same is true for Curze!"

Lion's sweeping kick disrupted his brother's center of gravity. Guilliman was unable to dodge and half-knelt on the ground in an instant.

"I want to see Luo Xi!"

The Lion King grabbed Guilliman's neck with his palm, and then with a terrifying force, he lifted up the heavy Primarch, including his armor.

"Roshi has gone to save humanity, risking almost certain death!"

"We may never see him again in this life. Are you happy?"

The hand on Guilliman's neck suddenly loosened, and he fell heavily to the ground, gasping for breath.

"How could this happen? Impossible!"

Guilliman, who had been ready for the reunion, was completely frustrated several times. He couldn't see the Emperor, Sanguinius, Curze, and Roche?
Ryan leaned over and picked up a photo on the ground.

It was a photo of Roche and Guilliman, taken on the day they had planned to cross the Eldar Webway and rush directly to Terra's aid.

In the photo, Roche and Guilliman were smiling happily, excited that they could come to Terra's aid.

Just now during the fight, Lion saw the photo that Guilliman had hidden in his armor, and then he stopped and let him go.

Originally, according to his plan, he wanted to give Guilliman a lesson that he would never forget, but for Roche's sake he gave up.

Guilliman immediately snatched it back and carefully replaced it inside his armor.

"Nothing is impossible, Guilliman, my brother. You missed the entire Battle of Terra."

Ryan suddenly exhaled deeply, then patted his brother's shoulder armor helplessly with his hand.

The Lion King seemed very disappointed, although everything was not so bad that it was out of control.

But if he had worked harder and been stronger, perhaps the Emperor would not have fallen asleep, Roche would not have left, and Sanguinius and Curze would not have been on the verge of death.

He is still too weak.

Guilliman also realized what he had missed. He just stood there in a daze, while Russ and Khan just looked at him with helplessness and sorrow in their eyes.

In fact, everyone understood that the Dark Gods would not allow Guilliman to return to Terra, because in that case Horus would have no chance at all.

He also tied down many of the rebel forces, constantly pressing them from the rear and destroying their manpower.

However, they were holding a grudge in their hearts. They hated Guilliman and also hated themselves.

Guilliman felt his steps extremely heavy. The thing he feared most had happened. He missed everything.

"I've already caught up, why? Why!"

Lion signaled the Dark Angels and Ultramarines around him to retreat first. He had something confidential to tell Guilliman and Corax.

Gage looked at his father hesitantly, but Guilliman simply waved his hand, signaling him to do as Lion said.

All outsiders have been cleared out, and Ryan activated the Blackstone anti-psychic stance to ensure the safety of the conversation.

"Luo Xi is gone. Neither you nor I can see him. As for whether there will be a chance in the future, it all depends on fate."

"He left our universe with a part of the Astartes to find the true path to salvation."

"The situation in our universe has become so bad that we have no way to reverse it on our own. Only by seeking power and variables from outside can we truly change everything."

"Your son, the Ultramarines named Hill, also left. They have a more important mission."

Guilliman used his super brain to sort out the whole story and quickly calmed down.

He strongly supported Hill's decision. If he were present, he would naturally agree with his son's idea.

"Did father tell me anything else?" Guilliman's tone was low, no longer as cheerful as when he came.

Not to mention Ryan, even he himself wanted to slap himself.

A sneer flashed across Ryan's face.

"Yes, of course."

"Before the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, he allowed each of our Primarchs to establish a kingdom with a certain degree of autonomy, with his home planet as the core."

"It is my father's will to make the empire return from centralized power to decentralized power. He wants us to develop power in various parts of the galaxy and protect the sacred Terra in the center."

"He knew that humanity still needed to rely on the Primarchs and the Astartes Legion. Without the Emperor, Terra could no longer satisfy every Primarch, so he simply loosened the chains around our necks."

"From now on, you don't need to worry about your kingdom within a kingdom being tabooed by the Emperor. He acquiesces to everything in order to prevent us princes from becoming powerful in the future and causing conflicts with Terra."

"How is it, are you happy, my uncrowned king brother?"

"Oh no, you can wear the crown openly now."

Lion's words were ironic, but Guilliman did not seem happy at all. As for the Emperor, he really did not have the slightest bit of rebellious thoughts.

The Second Empire in the past was nothing more than a simple trade-off after being cut off from the outside world and communications were lost.

He naturally understood what the emperor meant. It is better to loosen up than to block. Instead of waiting for them to rebel and destroy the empire, it is better to let go and delegate power early.

"Corax, the same is true for you. Your savior will also become the core of a kingdom."

Ryan was much more polite to Corax. On the one hand, they were not that familiar with each other, and on the other hand, there was really nothing to blame the Raven Guard for.

As early as when the rebellion began, the Raven Guard had been badly damaged in Isstvan V, and even the Raven King had to go through great hardships to escape, so it was difficult for them to do anything big.

Guilliman hugged his head in pain, a strong sense of guilt and regret tormenting his heart.

"No, no, why is that?"

Corax silently comforted his brother. Among all the brothers, he and Guilliman had the closest relationship.

He knew his brother's character. To put it nicely, he was clear-headed and simple-minded. To put it bluntly, he was too naive and stupid, and too shallow.

Guilliman is adept at politics, but that relies on his superhuman charisma and tactics.

Guilliman recalled that when he and Roche took a photo as a souvenir, he had a mysterious feeling in his heart that perhaps this would be the last time they would meet.

I just didn't expect that this would actually come true.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

If he had come earlier, he could at least meet Luo Xi, his close friend who had once shared hardships with him.

"No, I believe Luo Xi can always create miracles. We will see each other again one day."

Guilliman is always like this. He is good at seizing opportunities from adversity, adjusting his mentality and cheering himself up again.

This is his greatest strength and the source of the Ultramarines' indomitable qualities.

Lion watched Guilliman pick himself up again and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.

Even though he had just lost his temper, they were brothers after all. Rationally speaking, Guilliman could not be blamed, as he was also a victim.

However, as the Emperor's scavenger, Lion instinctively felt that the current situation was too favorable for Guilliman.

He arrived just after the war ended, and the military force at his disposal was even greater than the sum of the entire empire. The emperor also acquiesced to the existence of the vassal kingdoms, which was simply great news for the Five Hundred Worlds.

If the Five Hundred Worlds can grow to this extent under the pressure of Terra, then once the blockade is lifted, what kind of behemoth will it grow into?

I am afraid that by then it will not be just "five hundred worlds". Guilliman's sons and grandsons will fill the entire galaxy, becoming a veritable "five thousand worlds".

By then, it would be hard to say whether the Astartes from other legions combined could catch up with the number of Ultramarines.

He had to keep a close eye on Guilliman to prevent this ambitious guy from taking advantage of the Empire's weakness to become completely powerful.

Guilliman naturally had no idea that his good brother had his sights set on his throat once again, and this time there would be no Sanguinius to mediate.

"What are your plans next? Terra is safe, but the embers of the galaxy are still burning. It will take us a long time to repair the damage caused by Horus. It may take hundreds of years or even thousands of years."

Guilliman recovered quickly, and he immediately used his multi-threaded thinking to shift to another topic.

There is no point in continuing to be sad, it is better to think about something more practical.

"I'm going to take the Dark Angels back to Caliban first." Ryan said resolutely.

He did not tell Guilliman that deep within Caliban was imprisoned an ancient creation called the Ouroboros.

And based on what happened during the Trial of the Evil God he encountered when he boarded the Vengeful Spirit, Chaos pollution may have already spread to Caliban.

The lion instinctively sensed danger, and he was eager to return to Caliban and find Luther to find out what was going on.

Guilliman had long been immune to Lion's mystery, and he did not continue to press the issue, as he would not be able to get anything out of him anyway.

Ryan wouldn't say anything he didn't want to say, even if a knife was put to his neck.

And the people who can do this in the entire galaxy are either dead or dying.

"The same goes for me. I will return to Chogoris with the White Scars to clear out the space pirates and rebel defeated soldiers roaming there. My legion will need a long time to recover its strength." Chagatai Khan said.

"My legion is in a worse situation than Chagatai's. There are only more than 10,000 Astartes left in the Space Wolves. We also have to go back to Fenris for rest and supplies." Rus's thoughts were almost the same as the others.

However, Chagatai did not say it clearly. In addition to returning to Chogoris to rest, he had another thing to do.

He must find the [Heart of Plague] and destroy this extremely dangerous creation. Chagatai has not forgotten what he looked like when he transformed into the [Plague King] during the Trial of the Evil God.

He knew how dangerous that thing was, and Nurgle was searching for the Plagueheart, and it was not too late.

"Dorn continues to defend the solar system with the Imperial Fists. Vulkan will probably return to Nocturne after completing the mission of defending the Golden Throne. I can see that he is really tired." Ryan said.

"By the way, Mortarion and Perturabo are also on Terra. We haven't decided on their treatment and punishment yet. You can express your opinion."

When talking about the two of them, Ryan's expression suddenly twitched and became weird.

Guilliman had learned of the existence of Perturabo Jr. and Mortarion in previous communications, and he thought he was mentally prepared.

He has experienced so many storms and waves, how can he still be scared here?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
But the Macragge people obviously don't understand what it means not to be too confident.

When Guilliman saw his sister and younger brother in the palace, his screams of horror even triggered the alarm of the Custodes.

After all, seeing with one's own eyes and hearing about it are two completely different concepts. The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds needs a long time to accept this fact.

(End of this chapter)