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

Chapter 689: A Volcanic Eruption (Three in One)

Even Roche and the Emperor had not expected that their Ark, which was kept secret at the highest level and carried the hopes of mankind in the Warhammer universe, would be infiltrated by other races.

In the 31st millennium, the presence of the Necrons was very low, and many humans were not even aware of the existence of these special alien creatures that looked like metal skeletons.

Never underestimate the Necrons, especially Trazyn the Infinite, who fishes in troubled waters among various races and planets in the galaxy, searching for collectibles everywhere.

In order to obtain a satisfactory collection, he does not mind spending thousands of years planning and waiting for that opportunity.

Anyway, for their clan, time has lost its meaning.

Even compared to those high-ranking Necrons who could spend thousands of years reliving their memories of the War in Heaven drama, Trazyn's life was simply too fulfilling and interesting.

Most of the sources of Talasin's entertainment are humans.

Hanging out with humans every day, this Undead Overlord often has some feelings that are extremely close to "emotions" in his thought matrix.

This is the most fatal temptation for the Necrons. To obtain true emotions and true self is what the entire Necron clan has always dreamed of.

Trazyn's consciousness quietly replaced the stupid servo-mechanism.

The duties of this robot that acts as an assistant in the laboratory are extremely simple, and it only assists in completing some experimental operations.

It is for this reason that it does not even need to be controlled by the base's main intelligent computer to perform its duties.

This saved Taraxin some trouble. At least he didn't need to write a deception program to deceive the main control computer, which was not easy to fool.

The speed of human progress is really too fast, and as a race standing at the top, Taraxin can see it clearly.

More importantly, the technological level of the empire under Roche's leadership does not rely entirely on archaeological excavations of relics in ruins to restore past technology.

That would certainly allow for rapid progress in a short period of time, but it cannot actually be considered as a branch growing on the human technology tree.

That knowledge is dead to humans and cannot be developed or changed, so sooner or later it will follow the same fate as the Dark Age of Technology.

The technological development led by Roche has always been adapted to local conditions and pragmatic, and has been entirely based on the actual needs of humans in the Warhammer universe.

For example, most of the Empire's war weapons have attributes that focus on resisting Chaos corruption and targeting Warp creatures.

For humans in the Warhammer universe, the greatest enemy is always Chaos pollution, followed by other alien races.

The alliance agreement reached with the Eldar Ark represented by Uslan has proved that some races in the Warhammer universe are likely to put aside hatred and prejudice and unite against each other.

Trazyn's mind was a little confused, as if... he had drunk fake wine.

The Necron Overlord happily felt the dizzy feeling in his "brain", which was also a kind of happiness for him.

Trazyn added an access permission for himself and began to observe this underground base on Mars.

"Yes, a very old and cliché secret base. Similar things appeared very early in the long history of my clan."

"If it were me, I would hide my secret base in a pocket dimension, so that I could avoid most of the troubles and annoyances."

Trazyn first made some arrogant comments, and then boasted to himself about the long history and foresight of his race.

"The human race is still too young, but youth means vigor and vitality, which is what my race lacks."

Trazyn controlled his servo-mechanical body and began to stroll to other places.

There are very few people in this underground space. The only stone men gather in the laboratory, concentrating on studying their own projects.

The industrial iron men who were responsible for expanding the base area and building various infrastructures had already extended the edge of the base deeper underground.

"I have always wanted to experience this tragic moment in person when the Emperor of Mankind and the Primarchs boarded the Vengeful Spirit.

The love-hate relationship between the Lord of Mankind and his Warmaster should be recorded and displayed separately in my Prism Gallery."

"After the Battle in Heaven, I haven't seen such an exciting war and duel in a long time."

"I still have the image of our Silent King crushing the Star God in the past."

"What a pity, what a pity, the damned psionic power, the filthy warp refused my joining."

Trazyn suddenly cursed. As the protector and collector of all history, he had missed the moment to record the war on the Spirit of Vengeance.

He could only wait for the result on Terra. He saw the Emperor seriously injured and he saw the Emperor and the Primarchs reading their will.

Then the worthy fellow remounted the soul-torturing machine that had terrified Trazyn.

Even those perverts of the Ancient Spirits didn't play so wildly. Those guys would probably be so excited that their bodies would explode when they saw the Golden Throne.

Trazyn admitted that Roshi and the Emperor's plan was perfect, and they hid it so well that even it was almost hidden.

If he hadn't planted thousands of spies on Terra and Ganymede.

If it weren't for his identity as the Great Sage Trazyn, which gave him the power to access some inside information of the Advanced Technology Community, he would probably have missed this rare opportunity to travel across the universe.

He had noticed Belisarius Cawl, this interesting little guy, very early on, and even used his identity as a member of the Mechanicus to pay special attention to this rising star with an innovative spirit.

Trazyn has also been keeping an eye on Cawl's work on the [Cawl Clone]. After all, is there anyone in the entire galaxy better at creating clones than him?

Trazyn's figure flashed through the underground base on Mars like a ghost, and even the iron men responsible for security patrols could not find any trace of him.

Trazyn is fully capable of concealing his existence at the signal level, and he may not be discovered even if he walks past those iron men.

The Endless One came to the laboratory where the transmission system was set up and happened to see so many genetic samples sent by Roche from Earth.

He also took the opportunity to learn about this so-called "mutant". Suddenly, a strange sense of familiarity flashed in his memory.

"Such obvious signs of transformation. Others may not be able to see it, but me..." Trazyn snorted, "I am too familiar with it."

"That's how the psychic toads spread life all over the galaxy, and conducted their experiments and creations on these lives."

“I don’t deny that the ancient saints are the sacred creators of most creatures, but their starting point is definitely not pure.”

"Is there such a being in this universe that unconditionally does good for other races? I don't believe it. I absolutely don't believe it!"

With the Necrons' logic and worldview, they could not understand the actions of the Old Saints at all, even for Trazyn, the most open-minded and progressive one.

The ancient saints created so many species, many of which had defects or were simply not strong enough, and they were quickly eliminated in the biological competition.

And those powerful races that remained at the end, such as the ancient Eldar and the ancient Kork Orcs, were indeed incredibly powerful.

Even the Necrons are often very passive and embarrassed when facing these strange psychic enemies.

It was because of these experiences that Trazyn directly concluded that there must be a race similar to the ancient saints behind the mutants, who were creating and changing the human species.

As for the purpose and reason?
Does this need a reason? The universe has always been a place where the strong dominate over the weak. Trazyn has seen too many such cases.

This was true even of their predecessors, the Necrontyr.

The Endless recalled some not-so-happy memories.

Before that damned bio-transformation ritual, he was the most outstanding archivist in the entire Necrontyr clan, and he could express his own joys, sorrows, anger, and emotions.

Trazyn wandered outside a special laboratory.

Through the transparent reinforcement material, he saw a sexy and attractive blonde.

"Emma Frost."

Trazyn slowly read the name of the psychic mutant with a meaningful expression.

……

"Professor Charles, nice to meet you."

"I am MacDonald Sid, the president's special envoy, and I am here to express my condolences on your outstanding performance."

Just as Luo Xi expected, just half a day after they returned to X Academy, a person claiming to be the President's special envoy came to visit them.

Also accompanying him was Oliver, the director of the CIA's new mutation department. After the Cuban crisis, he and his department gained the attention and recognition of those bigwigs, and their status rose sharply.

Mutants are both a threat and a new and powerful force that can influence the current political landscape.

At the president's suggestion, the Lighthouse officials decided to contact Professor Charles first to test the mutants' attitude.

According to the existing information, Charles Xavier has a great say among mutants.

The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters he founded attracted a large number of mutants to join him.

This is indeed good news for the president. After all, having an existing mutant organization to contact is better than starting from scratch and slowly collecting intelligence on those mutants, right?

After all, compared to the potential threat posed by mutants to humans, the Yellowstone volcano awakened by Sebastian Shaw's nuclear bomb is the deadly thing.

The Lighthouse's Strategic Science Department has dispatched a large number of personnel and mobilized many military forces to assist in monitoring and observing the Yellowstone super volcano group in order to closely monitor the development of the situation.

Even the alliance across the ocean continued to send diplomatic warnings.

They will also send a professional volcanic geology team to monitor the movement of the Yellowstone volcano.

Even President Lighthouse had no good reason to refuse their strong request.

And they are also looking forward to the alliance members who often come up with black technology to surprise them again and solve this huge trouble that is burning their butts.

According to their intelligence system, the source of Sebastian Shaw's helmet that can resist telepathic control is the Alliance.

They don't even know what abilities the mutants have, and their mortal enemies have already made equipment that can block mind control.

The fear and shame of being backward have made the president so angry that he smashed several precious ancient porcelain vases.

"Welcome, sir."

Charles welcomed the visitor warmly and invited him to the reception room for tea.

Although the special envoy appeared to be gentle and amiable, there was always a sense of anxiety and fear in his eyes.

The harmless-looking Professor Charles in front of him actually has the ability to read other people's inner thoughts and even some deeper memories.

No one would like to have a telepath sitting next to him or her, especially those big shots who play politics and are high and mighty.

They need a sense of mystery and alienation to shape their personal image and gain the support of others.

If their inner thoughts were dissected open and exposed to the public, it would be discovered that these big shots are no different.

"You don't have to be so nervous. I have never abused my ability. If I wanted to, you would not be able to escape my eyes no matter how far you hide."

Charles's consolation made the envoy's eyelids twitch, as if that was indeed the truth.

He didn't touch the steaming cup of tea, but spoke directly to Charles.

"Let's make a long story short. Although the crisis in Cuba has been temporarily resolved, Sebastian Shaw's actions have triggered even more dire consequences."

McDonald took out some paper documents from the briefcase he was carrying and placed them directly on the table.

"I think you haven't received any specific information yet. The information I have here is all top-secret documents. You should take a look at it yourself."

Charles put away his smile and picked up the crisis report supported by professional data.

"So, the Yellowstone supervolcano is really going to erupt?"

Although Charles was not an expert in this field, he was still able to understand the reports summarized by volcanic geologists.

The report showed that they had detected high-temperature reactions in the huge magma reservoir of the Yellowstone volcano, which could explode completely and erupt again at any time.

"High probability." McDonald neither confirmed nor denied it.

"The president has taken his staff and senior officials to Hawaii for refuge and is remotely directing the situation here."

"So what's your purpose?" Charles asked with a hint of playfulness.

He saw the special envoy in front of him. Although he appeared calm and composed, his eyes were constantly looking around as if he was looking for someone.

"We know that Sebastian Shaw is in your hands. This terrorist who is likely to cause the end of the world needs to be tried and punished."

"Also, the president wants to honor Mr. Luo Xi, who defeated and subdued Xiao, and personally hold a medal ceremony for him."

"Professor Charles, Mr. Eric Lanshere, and all mutants who have contributed to the fight against Shaw will be personally received by the President."

McDonald quickly revealed his true intentions: their desire to try Shaw was only one aspect; the more important goal was to win over the mutants of Academy X. If it were Charles, he would have been thrilled to see the president personally showing goodwill, believing it was a crucial step towards harmonious coexistence between mutants and humans.

But under Luo Xi's influence, he has understood a truth: only two beings with similar strength can live in harmony.

If mutants simply show goodwill to humans, they will be seen as weakness and compromise by the other party.

Even though the president wants to win them over, he actually just wants to use them as a sharp knife in his hand.

"Since the Yellowstone volcano is about to erupt, why are you still looking for us? Instead of holding an awarding ceremony, you should hurry up and evacuate our people."

"With all due respect, I have not learned about the Yellowstone volcano from any official channels."

"There was nothing on TV, radio, newspapers, nothing but the usual hype about the alliance's nuclear threat and calls on our people to remain calm."

"Are you going to keep all this hidden until you can't hide it anymore?"

Charles' questioning made the envoy a little embarrassed, but what he said was indeed correct. The authorities had blocked the news and controlled all the experts and scholars who knew the news.

Even if the eruption of Yellowstone volcano is unavoidable, everyone cannot be informed before that, otherwise everyone will be busy escaping, so how can they transfer their assets?

Even if a disaster is bound to happen, it cannot threaten their vital interests. This is the naked reality.

Only those upper-class people with great influence, considerable wealth and high power can know the news first and then immediately transfer their assets and escape.

"Why are you so aggressive, Professor? You are from the same class as us. The Xavier family was quite influential in the past, and now there is a talent like you."

"It is clear that your family will rise rapidly in the future and become a new heavyweight. This is something worth being happy about."

The envoy suppressed his anger and continued speaking in a gentle tone.

"Besides, we are doing this to better deal with disasters. If everyone knows about it and everyone is only concerned about escaping, then who will intervene and stop the volcano from erupting?"

"If the news gets out, I bet you that within a day our society will cease to function and our people will flee in panic."

"If they don't die in the volcanic eruption, they will die in the hospital shutdown, the fire department strike, and the police station unmanned."

McDonald's explanation temporarily silenced Charles, and what he said did make some sense.

"Let me tell you something, our scientists believe that it is highly unlikely that the Yellowstone volcano will be able to be prevented from erupting.

The power of human beings is too small in the face of natural forces of this level."

"The energy level that we humans can influence and control is far inferior to the energy level of the Yellowstone volcano eruption.

We don’t have much to do except to immediately evacuate the people, organize the evacuation of factories, and prepare for post-disaster production.”

"So I advised the president and asked the mutants for help."

The envoy quietly raised the status of mutants to a very high level in his words, implicitly complimenting Charles.

"Fortunately, God still favors us. In our country, there is still a group of people with extraordinary abilities hidden."

"You and I are all part of this great country. Can you just sit back and do nothing? This is not only about saving the country, but also about saving yourselves."

"We're all on the same planet, aren't we?"

Charles looked at the face of the guy in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little nauseous.

Previously, in order to establish Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, he sought help from these so-called upper-class people in society, but was always met with contempt and disgust.

Mutants? What kind of lowly and inferior creatures are they? What are they worthy of their attention?
And now that they are needed, they jump out to flatter and praise the mutants.

Charles even began to doubt his past self, wondering what made him think that such a group of profit-seeking animals could be truly moved by the kindness and sincerity of the mutants.

"Sir, I would like to correct you. Some of us mutants do have extraordinary powers, but this power is not completely indisputable and cannot be explained."

McDonald looked like he was listening attentively, and he put down his crossed legs to show his seriousness and respect.

"As you just mentioned, the energy level that we humans can currently control is far less than the energy released by the Yellowstone volcano eruption, so we are doomed to be powerless."

"Mutants are also human beings. We are not gods. We can coax Yellowstone to sleep just by moving our fingers and chanting a few spells." Charles said vividly.

There was a look of expected disappointment in Mr. Envoy's eyes.

“Who would have thought that the Cuban Missile Crisis did not lead to a nuclear war, but instead awakened the largest and most dangerous active volcano on Earth.”

He still maintained his composure and did not do anything inappropriate.

"Since you can't do anything, then according to the president's intention, he invites all students and teachers of X Academy to go to Hawaii for refuge."

Although he failed to find a solution, he continued to win over Charles and the mutants behind him.

"Sorry, we don't want to leave school." Charles refused the envoy's invitation.

"And just because we have no solution doesn't mean one person has no solution."

McDonald's heart was moved up and down by Charles' words.

But he did not get angry. Instead, he focused all his attention on the "method" mentioned by Charles.

As long as there is a solution to make the Yellowstone volcano quiet down again, a little loss of face won't matter.

As long as the price is right, they can throw their faces on the ground and let others step on them.

Never overestimate the integrity and bottom line of these political animals. It’s all just a lack of interests.

Suddenly, a name flashed through McDonald's mind.

"Is it Mr. Roche?"

"Since even you and Eric Lansherr are unable to do anything, then he is the only person I can think of."

It’s not that McDonald doesn’t want to talk directly to Roche, but compared to Charles, who has a public identity, it is obviously easier for the latter to make a breakthrough.

Charles nodded and told him the conditions that Luo Xi had told him and asked him to pass on to the president.

"Lohei said he had the ability to resolve this potential disaster, but he had one condition."

"What?!"

The envoy's voice suddenly became louder. He was not afraid of the other party making conditions, but he was afraid that the other party would not accept his demands.

Charles said word by word.

"Luo Xi means that you and the alliance should put aside your opposition and unite with each other."

"Not just the two superpowers, he hopes that all countries on Earth can unite, including mutants."

"He hopes that all human beings can unite under one will, rush out of the earth as soon as possible, and accelerate the development of civilization."

……

When Charles finished speaking, the room fell into an eerie silence.

McDonald awkwardly took a cigarette out of his pocket and tried to light it several times with his lighter.

God, he originally thought that he had prepared himself mentally. Whether Mr. Luo Xi was seeking fame, profit, or power, they could discuss it.

But what kind of request is this?
It would be more accurate to say that it was a demand that these countries surrender to him and then reorganize.

This madman, a complete madman!

Charles also saw the sarcasm and ridicule in the other party's heart. Almost everyone thought that such a request was nothing but a pipe dream.

The world has gone through the baptism of World War I, World War II and the current Cold War, and the political landscape has long since stabilized.

We want to make these countries, which are full of hatred and contradictions, and have conflicting positions and interests, put down their struggles.

Let God himself negotiate, there is no other way.

However, McDonald's tolerance and self-control far exceeded those of ordinary people, and he did not directly express an obvious denial attitude towards this.

Neither confirm nor deny, neither express nor disagree, this is his attitude.

Seeing that the envoy was silent, Charles continued.

"Luo Xi knows your reaction, so he said that we can eat first and pay later."

"He can help you solve the Yellowstone volcano problem, but after that, you must complete the unification of mankind as he requires."

McDonald thought that Roche was absolutely crazy. He treated this matter that threatened the security of the whole world as a joke.

But there was another voice whispering in his heart, what if, what if Luo Xi could really do it, then wouldn’t everything be fine.

"it is good!"

The President's special envoy acted decisively, even if it was a last-ditch effort, it was better than sitting and waiting for death.

Anyway, just agree to it first. As for whether to fulfill it or not, that is another issue.

Anyway, he was the one who made the promise, and it has nothing to do with him whether it is fulfilled or not.

"If Mr. Roche can really solve the problem of Yellowstone Volcano, then we, the Lighthouse, will let the whole world enjoy the feeling of freedom together."

He played a little trick here, using the art of language to cleverly repeat Roche's request.

Charles saw everything, but he didn't expose it. After all, it was impossible to achieve all this without using force.

They just need an excuse.

"I heard your promise."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind the President's envoy, instantly scaring the well-dressed big shot so much that his heart stopped.

When he raised his head and looked back, he saw that Luo Xi had appeared behind him without him knowing when, and was looking into his eyes with a faint smile.

MacDonald had never seen such eyes, so deep, like a bottomless abyss swallowing up all light.

Instinctively, he felt that his assurance seemed too arbitrary.

The next second, Luo Xi grabbed the presidential envoy's shoulder and disappeared into the room.

Their figures arrived in Hawaii, thousands of miles away, and suddenly appeared in front of the Lighthouse President.

"McDonald?" The president looked at his messenger in shock. He suddenly appeared before his eyes. "Didn't you go to meet those mutants?"

"Come with me, Mr. President."

"You wanted me to solve the problem of the volcanic eruption, so here I am."

Roche grabbed the president's shoulder with his other hand and disappeared into the room with him.

The president's security immediately responded and entered emergency mode, especially the personal bodyguards, who were completely numb.

The other party came so fast that they had no time to react.

Now the president was taken away in front of them, and they were suddenly overwhelmed by the huge blame.

Luo Xi brought the two people and teleported to Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming.

They passed through the fences and warning signs set up by the military and came directly to the deepest part of the national park.

"Aren't you worried about the threat of a supervolcano eruption?"

"It's simple, just a volcanic eruption, just suppress it."

The president and McDonald, who were still in shock, looked at each other, totally unaware of what nonsense the person in front of them was talking about.

What is a volcanic eruption? Just suppress it?

Having the ability to suppress the terrifying energy accumulated by volcanic eruptions by relying on one's own strength is no longer something that humans can do.

Only God and God alone can do this.

(End of this chapter)