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

Chapter 695: The Awakened Primarch (Three in One)

The stasis field can distort the flow of matter and time within the coverage area, thereby achieving the effect of slowing down or even solidifying time.

Observed from the perspective of external coordinates, the existence inside the stasis field is infinitely close to a frozen state.

However, at this moment, right in front of Luo Xi, two illusory figures emerged from the static force field that should have remained unchanged forever.

The two figures were as illusory as candles in the wind and could disappear again at any time, but Roxi, Sevatar and others immediately screamed in surprise.

"Sanguinius, Curze!"

"Father!"

Roxi and Sevatar were fine, but Azkaelon and his Holy Blood Guard had completely lost control of their emotions.

These sons of the archangels, with stern and meticulous expressions and lingering sorrow between their brows, have completely lost their former cold demeanor.

Tears of grief gushed out of his eyes, faintly mixed with traces of blood, and Azkelon fell to one knee on the ground.

However, he still used his reason to forcibly control the other Blood Angels and prevent them from rushing towards his father's body.

The extremely majestic Blood Angels were now like a group of children, crawling helplessly and miserably on the ground, observing the illusory figure with all their concentration.

Sevatar wanted to laugh at them, but he was no better.

The Night Lords brought by the Prince of Crows are all members of the Legion who are absolutely loyal to the Primarch and are willing to die for him without hesitation.

They stayed with Curze even when he went insane due to the torture of the prophecy, and continued to follow the Night Haunter loyally.

Later, Koz finally became normal under Roxi's training, but before they could be happy for long, Koz fell on the battlefield of the Spirit of Vengeance.

If you have never seen the light, you can still endure the darkness.

Having experienced what it was like to have a normal genetic father, they could no longer accept life without their original.

"Be quiet! Don't disturb Professor Charles!"

"Don't you wish your father could be resurrected from near death and come back again?"

Luo Xi shouted harshly, and instantly, those angel cubs and bat cubs covered their mouths tightly and strangled each other's necks, wishing they could sew their brothers' mouths shut.

Luo Xi looked at this group of extremely cold-blooded and ruthless men on the battlefield who would not make a sound even if they were hacked to death, and now they showed an appearance that was even worse than that of mortal children. He felt speechless.

The influence of the Primarch on his offspring is truly too great.

This even goes beyond the so-called "blood connection" and has intricate intersections and resonances at the subspace soul level.

Such a Space Marine is so nagging. Fortunately, I am not like that.

Suddenly, a voice softer than the wind came to Roxi's ears. It seemed that Sanguinius was whispering his name.

"My friend..."

In an instant, Roshi couldn't hold it anymore. He wanted to give Sanguinius a big hug, but Azkaelon grabbed his body.

"My lord, my lord, calm down!"

"You just told us the same thing, how come you are like this now?"

Azkelon didn't care about his own crying anymore and tried his best to stop Roshi's movements.

With Roxi's current physical fitness and strength, even a powerful Astartes like Azkaelon felt that he had to work with several battle brothers to try his best to barely control it.

Luo Xi could only say that no one could refuse the dying Sanguinius, who spoke to you in an almost dying tone.

The group of people were in chaos and it took a long time for them to calm down.

Charles was also ashamed. He had never seen Luo Xi look so out of control and panic.

"Thank goodness I have fulfilled my mission." Charles was invited to sit on a chair by Azkelon and Sevatar. They looked at the mortal in front of them with burning eyes, full of gratitude.

Sanguinius and Curze seemed to want to continue saying something, but even though Roxi tried his best to listen, he couldn't understand what they meant.

This immediately made Luo Xi impatient. Charles didn't seem to have fully awakened them.

The professor obviously knew what Luo Xi wanted to ask. He took a breath and spoke immediately.

"Don't be impatient. Their souls are so shattered. I've never seen such broken souls before."

"It's hard to imagine how powerful the Horus you speak of must be to have beaten these two godlike Primarchs into this state."

Hearing the professor's sigh, Luo Xi also smiled bitterly.

Horus, who was as powerful as a demon, was still a terrifying existence that he could not forget even in his dreams.

If the Emperor had not tried his best to defeat him, humanity would have been destroyed long ago, and there would have been no chance of him traveling to the multiverse.

"In their spiritual world, I discovered countless dark pollutions attached to their souls."

"I worked hard to find some pure souls that were not polluted and brought them out."

“It’s just that most of their souls are still dormant at this moment.

And based on my judgment and speculation, if there is no way to eliminate the black pollution, they will not be able to truly wake up."

What Charles was referring to, of course, was the damage Horus had left on his two brothers.

Especially Koze, his heart was pierced by the dark spikes, and he was killed in the conceptual sense.

You must know that even before the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, he said that he had no way to save the two Primarchs without transforming them into cursed forms.

After hearing Charles' description, Luo Xi was also in a dilemma. He really didn't know how to solve this situation.

"Sanguinius and Curze must be rescued, there is no doubt about that." Roxie assured the anxious Sevatar and Azkaelon.

The souls of the primarchs flickered within the stasis field like ghosts. They seemed to want to leave but were unable to escape.

They tried their best to say something, but their voices were too weak to be heard clearly.

The remaining power of Horus was like dark chains, tightly imprisoning their souls.

That is a curse from the Four Gods, a manifestation of the Warp's endless malice towards the real universe.

If they cannot get Sanguinius and Curze, then they will not let these two Primarchs have an easy time.

Seeing that Charles was exhausted, Luo Xi had no choice but to give up for the time being.

In the days that followed, Roxie searched for a way to break the dark chains that bound Sanguinius and Curze.

It was not until Roshi tried to burn his own psychic power to dissipate the remaining power of Horus that the dark energy was slightly reduced.

Luo Xi was immediately ecstatic about his discovery. Theoretically, as long as he could burn enough psychic energy, he could remove the pollution attached to the soul of the Primarch.

But the question arises again. Even with such a huge spiritual power, Luo Xi can only erase a trace of pollution. So how much spiritual power is needed to burn away all the pollution?
Luo Xi had no way of knowing the exact number, but there was no doubt that it would be a very terrifying number.

"Continuously burning my psychic energy isn't a solution. Although my strength is gradually recovering as more and more people believe in Om Messiah, it can't withstand this kind of consumption."

"If there's an enemy with strong individual combat capabilities right now, I'm afraid I'll be the only one who can take them on. It's not wise to remain in a weakened state."

After much thought, Luo Xi turned his attention to other people.

Instead of burning yourself, ignite others.

Since the quality is not enough, let’s make up for it with quantity.

He retrieved the imprisoned Sebastian Shaw from the laboratory on Mars.

This ambitious mutant known as the "Black King" has been under house arrest here since he was captured by Roche a year ago, and has been used as a guinea pig.

But so much time has passed, and all the research on his abilities has been completed.

It must be said that his X-gene made an outstanding contribution to the Sentinel Iron Man's immunity to enemy energy attacks.

But now, Xiao is of no use to Luo Xi anymore.

This crazy and ambitious man would turn against his master if he seized the slightest opportunity, and Luo Xi did not expect to really make him surrender.

He has so many elite soldiers and generals under his command, why should he care about a Xiao?

Luo Xi is a person who doesn't like to waste. For a powerful mutant like Xiao, he naturally wants to squeeze out every bit of value.

Using the knowledge stored in his memories, he built a miniature "Astronomican" next to the Primarch's stasis field.

The Astronomican on Terra is able to continuously burn psykers, providing them with continuous energy, allowing the Astronomican to illuminate the warp throughout the galaxy.

Although Luo Xi's is just a miniature castrated version of the Star Torch, it has all the necessary functions.

Luo Xi even focused on enhancing the psychic's combustion efficiency, making sure to squeeze out every bit of psychic energy from the firewood.

"What are you doing?!"

The terrified Sebastian Shaw was picked up by two extremely strong men, Sevatar and Azkaelon, and then forced into the transparent sarcophagus of the Miniature Astronomican.

Although Xiao was defeated by Roche, he was very tough and asked Roche to kill him to expose the hypocritical mask of human beings to other mutants.

But since he was captured and subjected to countless experiments, his spirit has been completely worn out.

It is better to live a miserable life than to die. Xiao has lived comfortably in the laboratory recently. At least no one really abuses him.

Days of comfort are the worst at wearing away one's fighting spirit. The Black King of the past has long since vanished.

Although Xiao didn't understand what Luo Xi was going to do to him, based on his rich management experience in the concentration camp, he was sure that this was definitely a fatal thing.

The same thing happened when he tricked the prisoners of war and civilians into the "shower room" to release poison gas.

No, these people are worse than they were before. They are too lazy to even make up an excuse.

As the transparent sarcophagus closed, the miniature Astronomican began to burn, drawing on Xiao's psychic energy.

"While on Terra, I carefully observed and studied the Imperial Astronomican."

"Although the Astronomican can illuminate the entire galaxy, its design details are still very crude, so its combustion efficiency for psychics is not particularly high."

"The Astronomican doesn't need to be elaborate, as the Empire has no shortage of fuel."

"After all, the Warhammer universe is not short of psykers. With the human race occupying the entire galaxy, even the slightest chance of a psyker mutating would be a terrifying astronomical figure."

"The Sisters of Silence's black ships continuously brought in psykers, then burned them hastily, only to be replaced with another thousand the next day."

"But it's different here. I like to use a low heat."

Roshi commented with a rigorous scientific attitude, but Sevatar and Azkaelon broke out in cold sweat when they heard his words.

The heads of the traitor Astartes they had beheaded on the battlefield could form a mountain, not to mention the heads of mortals, xenos, and creatures of the Warp.

But people like them who have fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood often just kill.

Even a rare figure among the Night Lords like Sevatar uses fear tactics only to defeat his opponents at the lowest cost and achieve strategic goals, rather than to torture and ravage them.

When they heard that Luo Xi chose to use the so-called "slow fire" in order to improve the efficiency of extraction and maximize the extraction of psychics, they suddenly felt that they were still far behind in terms of ruthlessness.

How come they couldn't figure this out?

Xiao began to scream violently in pain as the transparent sarcophagus drained the psychic energy from his body.

In order to fight against this exploitation, he had to use his abilities to the fullest.

His X-gene began to expand violently, while frantically drawing power from the subspace.

Xiao seemed to have become a water pipe, connecting the warp and the micro-astronomical torch, providing it with lasting fuel for combustion.

The candlelight lit by the [Black King] burned the curse power from Horus on Sanguinius and Curze, and Roxi could hardly see any changes.

Of course, there are definitely changes, but the spiritual energy provided by Xiao's firewood is too little.

As long as Xiao can burn off a trace of the curse power before burning himself to ashes, it will be a good deal for Luo Xi.

If one Xiao is not enough, then find more psychics and burn them all to extract their psychic energy.

Roche's target is naturally not the Earth. Firstly, this is the home planet of mankind and a sacred and inviolable place.

The second reason is that there are too few people on Earth, and even fewer psychics. Even if all mutants were set on fire, it would only be a drop in the bucket.

The only way to solve the problem is to look for the answer in the vast universe.

Roshi only hoped that there were enough psionic aliens in the universe, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to save Sanguinius and Curze from near death. "I have good news and bad news for you," Roshi said to Sevatar and Azkalon, who had been waiting eagerly.

The two most trusted descendants of the Primarch perked up instantly and listened attentively.

"Let's make a deal first." Sevatar said.

"The good news is that your father can be saved. I'm 70% sure I can bring him back from near death."

The two of them's eyes lit up in perfect unison, even the muscles in their cheeks twitched slightly, they couldn't help but feel happy.

"But the bad news is that we lack enough psykers, and the gap is extremely large."

"That would be an astronomical figure."

Just as Sevatar was about to speak, the irritable Azkelon drowned out all objections with his loud voice.

"Then kill, no matter how many psychic aliens we have to slaughter, no matter how long it takes, no matter how difficult it is, in the name of Sanguinius, we will do our best!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

"I will inform the battle brothers of other legions to transfer all the missions of conquering the aliens to us."

Azkaelon was filled with murderous intent, and his violent desire to kill was almost overflowing.

The murderous aura that was almost tangible filled the entire room.

Luo Xi couldn't help but look sideways repeatedly. From the looks of it, he thought that it was the person on the brass throne who had bestowed blessings from across the universe.

"Then let's rely on our own abilities, brother." Sevatar stretched out his right hand and said to Azkalon.

The son of Sanguinius hesitated for a moment, remembering that his father had survived thanks to Konrad Curze who had taken the fatal blow.

He hesitated, gritting his teeth, as if he was making an extremely difficult decision.

"I take it back. The Night Lords can take precedence over us."

"The Blood Angels will always remember the selfless sacrifice of your Gene-Father, brother."

Sanguinius's teaching of his descendants was clearly successful.

Between the temptation of resurrecting the Father of Genes first and repaying a favor, Azkelon chose the latter.

The Night Lords and the Blood Angels held hands tightly, and their brotherhood grew stronger and stronger.

Seeing their extremely fanatical look, Luo Xi could only mourn in silence for the alien races in the galaxy.

For the sake of their father, these Astartes would slaughter all the xenos in the galaxy, regardless of whether they were harmful or not.

……

Just when Luoxi was thriving and prospering.

Warhammer Universe.

Holy Terra.

This troubled planet survived the dark days of the Horus Heresy, and the sun's warm rays once again fell upon the scorched earth.

The surviving humans survived the horrors of the Solar War and the Siege of Terra.

When they were exposed to the sunlight again from various war fortresses and space battleships, everyone understood one thing -

Life goes on. The Horus Heresy is not the end, but the beginning of everything.

As long as you want to survive, you must continue to fight against the endless malice and terrifying enemies.

Times have changed, and the great expedition initiated by the Lord of Mankind himself has had to come to an imperfect end.

The culmination of humanity's greatest and most far-reaching crusade since this Age of Strife culminated in Ullanor, where the Emperor personally handed the power of Warmaster to his Wolf-God.

However, the peak moment is always a neutral word, because after the peak, there will inevitably be decline.

Without weakness, there is no peak, and compared with the peak, all other moments are weakness. The two are complementary concepts.

The wolf-shepherd god Lupercal did not disappoint the Emperor's expectations. He fell at the very beginning of this disaster, falling on the cold altar of the Temple of Davin, isolated and helpless.

But the traitor Horus completely betrayed the Emperor. Everything he did caused brothers to fight against each other, fathers to become enemies, and brought the great cause of human revival to an end.

The Emperor once again sat upon the Golden Throne, and fell into a slumber of unknown duration.

For the first time, the Empire completely lost its guide, lost the helmsman who controlled everything, and lost Optimus Prime who blocked the wolfish ambitions of the Warp.

The rickety ship of humanity sailed through the most dangerous wave and, after paying the price of the captain, continued to move forward.

The rest of the matter can only be left to them to decide.

This war completely shattered the original system of mankind, and both the political system and the ideology and culture were undergoing drastic changes.

Other scientific, economic, and military fields have also encountered uncertain futures.

……

Terra was almost unrecognizable after Horus's bombardment, with even the original continental shelf breaking and drifting under the devastating blow.

Continuous volcanic eruptions and massive earthquakes are tearing apart humanity's home planet.

But the disaster is over, and under the might of the human empire, even the restless volcanoes and the violent earth will calm down again.

As Adam commanded the Iron Legion, he risked all kinds of dangers to rescue the wounded, clear the ruins and rebuild homes.

The Advanced Technology Community also received the highest order from the Sigillite Malcador.

+Representatives of the Advanced Technology Community went to Terra for a meeting+
No one dared to neglect Malcador's orders.

When the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, Malcador became Lord of the Imperium.

Everyone believed that this seal holder who had been hiding behind the emperor would replace their monarch and maintain the rule of the empire.

Today's Advanced Technology Community has lost its Supreme Chancellor. Before leaving, Roche transferred his authority to the Great Sage Akan Rand.

Among the remaining people, Luo Xi trusted this knowledgeable and humorous elder the most.

He believed that the Great Sage Rand could control the situation and allow the newly born advanced technology community to safely survive this power transfer crisis.

After receiving the order from the Sigillite, Akan Rand immediately rushed to Terra with several other senior leaders of the Advanced Technology Community and some sages in related fields.

On the way from Ganymede to Terra, Rand passed by a red planet.

The cradle of human technology, Mars.

Through the transparent porthole, Rand saw a devastated planet.

After the Martian Civil War, the Solar System War, and the Siege of Terra, all the Dark Mechanicus on Mars have fled.

Those traitors escaped into the Warp under the influence of the evil power of the Warp and disappeared without a trace.

The crimson planet suffered a lot of damage before they escaped. Even the relics and artifacts passed down from ancient times were either taken away or burned.

The ancient star ring has been broken, and countless space debris is floating in orbit under the influence of gravity.

"The battle of faith is the most intense. Often, heretics are more hateful than aliens." Rand muttered, provoking the electronic monkey on his shoulder.

The electronic monkey scratched Rand's few hairs with great dissatisfaction. It pulled out a strand and played with it in its palm.

This man, who now holds the highest position of power in the Mechanicus and the Advanced Technology Community, was immediately gasped in pain.

"From now on, Ganymede and Mars will be inseparable, and we will become one again."

Belisarius Cawl, who was sitting beside him, spoke slowly, the light and shadow of Terra reflected in his eyes, faintly flashing with luster.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult." Rand said repeatedly.

"Those from the Dark Mechanicus have escaped, but that doesn't mean the struggle is over."

"Mars and Ganymede have overlapping interests, but also conflicting ones. There are only thirteen seats, but there are many more who want to take them."

"It is foreseeable that some people will immediately attack the advanced technology community after returning to Mars.

Everything was under control, but now we have lost a leader like Sage Roshi who could have won everyone over."

Listening to his mentor's concerns, Kaul was thoughtful.

"I thought that followers of Om Messiah wouldn't care about these worldly power struggles."

Sage Rand just shook his head.

Although this extremely talented student excels in research, he lacks experience and sensitivity in other areas.

But this is also related to his personality. Kaul only cares about how to get closer to the truth behind the door, and does not care about other power, status, and glory.

“Oum Messiah’s followers are also human beings, and as humans there are conflicts.

Everyone wants to get closer to the truth, and everyone wants resources. Which of the experiments and research we conduct doesn't consume massive amounts of resources?

"We've taken full advantage of following Sage Luo Xi. As long as he's around, when have we ever considered the costs and expenses?"

Only then did Kohl suddenly remember that it seemed to be true.

As long as he has an idea, he can submit an application to the main control computer of the advanced technology community, and then those precious resources and materials, as well as a large number of stone men will come.

As far as Kaul can remember, no research application he submitted has ever been rejected.

"Do you know how many people are jealous of our positions? Although they won't take action openly, they are secretly fanning the flames and stirring up trouble."

"Are you saying that the advanced technology community will also degenerate?" Kaul said seriously.

This is the organization founded by the Great Sage Roche, whom he admired the most. It broke through the barriers of the Mechanicus, promoted the open source sharing of knowledge, and became the biggest booster of human technological progress.

Everything Kaul dreamed of was realized one by one under Roshi's hands. He regarded it as all his hard work and no one was allowed to touch or defile it.

"It can't be considered a deterioration, but it will definitely change." Rand simply said this.

"The Sigillite summoned us to a meeting to determine the future of the empire. Not only us, but also representatives of other forces."

At this moment, various other space starships are gathering around the mechanical ark on Ganymede.

Everyone’s goal is clear: to dock in Terra’s low-Earth orbit.

Among those huge ships, Rand saw the Imperial Fists' space fortress Phalanx, the Lord of Mankind's flagship, the Emperor's Dream, and the Lord of the Limits' flagship, the Glory Eternal.

Brilliant lights and shadows drifted down from these epic warships. Some came from various light sources on the warships, while others were auroras produced by the friction between the solar wind and the warships' energy shields.

The scars on these giant ships have not been completely repaired, but those dark and scorched scars further highlight the majesty and heaviness of the giant ships.

When Rand and Cawl reached Terra's orbit, they saw the Imperial Guards wearing golden armor, holding guard spears, and even their faces were covered by helmets.

"Even the Imperial Guards are here. It seems my guess is correct." Rand couldn't help but think to himself.

The imperial guards' etiquette was impeccable, but they seemed to have no emotional fluctuations at all, like cold machines.

"Go to the palace conference room, the seal holder is waiting for you there." said the imperial guards.

"Wait, why don't we go together."

Just as Rand was about to leave with the Imperial Guards, a voice with a hint of gentleness in its majesty spoke.

Appearing beside them was an extremely tall and majestic being, wearing cobalt blue armor and a golden victory crown.

"My pleasure, my lord." Rand might have looked down on Angron, even calling him Number 12 with contempt.

But he had deep respect for the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds in front of him.

The reforms he carried out in the Five Hundred Worlds were very much to Rand's liking. More importantly, he was also Roche's close comrade-in-arms.

Due to the multiple relationships, although Guilliman was not very familiar with them, he got along with them extremely harmoniously.

The place where the Seal Holder holds the council is in a marginal area of the Holy Palace, from where one can even see the throne room from afar.

Malcador, clutching the Aquila Scepter bestowed upon him by the Emperor himself, awaited the arrival of the participants.

(End of this chapter)