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

Chapter 728 Global Purge

"Have you heard? Los Angeles has become a ghost town. The people there have either died at the hands of monsters or abandoned everything and fled their homes."

"One of my cousins is in Los Angeles. I called her several times and sent her more than a dozen emails yesterday, but there was no response."

"Well, I'm afraid..."

"Please grief."

Hunter Kurant and his family hurriedly packed up some valuables and planned to escape from this remote town where they had lived for half their lives.

When the time of parting really came, the family looked at the old house in front of them, where they had lived for decades and which was full of memories, with some emotion.

His son Hunter Jr. loaded some clothes and daily necessities into the RV, then honked the horn, urging his father to get in the car quickly.

Hunter nodded to his neighbor with a hint of apology.

"My friend, we'll leave first. The United Government has built more than a dozen safe refuge base cities in North America.

We are going to the base city of Detroit, which is the closest to us.

The staff of the United Government informed us that since the outbreak of the Solar System War, no place on Earth is safe anymore."

"We humans are extremely short of manpower. Most of them have been dispatched to the edge of the solar system to participate in the war, leaving our rear garrisons empty."

Hunter's neighbor is a white-haired old man who wears a pair of thick reading glasses and needs the support of a cane to walk. He is more than ten years older than Hunter.

The old man helplessly watched his neighbors move their families.

"War, from fighting on Earth to fighting in space, when will it end?"

"I thought the world would be peaceful after World War II, but I didn't expect it was just the beginning."

The old man sighed and then waved to his old neighbor.

"You guys go ahead. I'm too old, and my wife's ashes are still buried here. I won't go with you to the Detroit shelter."

"I also listen to the radio. They say our enemies have released an unknown number of biological monsters lurking in our city."

"They can teleport over short distances and ignore our walls and fences, passing right through them into the room and eating us up like pudding."

"Sounds... like a monster from a horror story, doesn't it?"

Hunter watched his old neighbor stagger back into the room, then closed the wooden door and locked it with a brass lock.

He stammered, wanting to say something else, but he didn't say it.

Based on his decades of experience in dealing with people, he knew that once the other party made up their mind, they would hardly change it.

"Let's go, let's go, and leave our hometown." Hunter got into the RV and slowly closed the door.

His whole family stayed in the car, waiting for him to say goodbye to his old friend.

The car's engine started, and the Hunter family set out on the road to the Detroit shelter with nostalgia and confusion.

Although since the establishment of the coalition government, emergency repairs and renovations have been carried out on North America's infrastructure.

But these roads, which have been used for decades, still look a bit dilapidated.

The crowded crowd drove various cars, forming a long and violent queue of cars.

Various impatient curses came one after another, and Hunter rolled up the car window to block out the noise as much as possible.

His adorable granddaughter was still in the car, and Hunter didn't want the little one to hear too much dirty talk from the adult world.

"The world is changing so fast. A few years ago, I was worried about the outbreak of World War III and even built a bunker in my basement."

"Then the Yellowstone volcano erupted, and the world suddenly became peaceful. All the countries joined the United Earth Government and became one."

"Why are the aliens coming again when we are at peace?"

"Who is it that doesn't want us to live a good life? No matter who it is, I, an old man, would rather die than give it a try."

Countless people have similar confusions as old Hunter.

Although the war that broke out at the edge of the solar system was not kept completely secret, not everyone had the information channels to understand the ins and outs.

The only ones who paid special attention to this were the high-ranking officials of the United Government. They knew very well that if the war forces under Roche were defeated, the human beings on Earth would be the ones who would suffer.

For most ordinary people, a war happening outside the planet may not be more important to them than the little things happening around them.

They only care about whether their lives are affected, just like the countless people now stuck on the road, gradually losing their patience and becoming more irritable.

Some people are still cursing why there is another war and why the war will affect them again.

It is extremely difficult for humans to remain rational forever.

Due to the appearance of biological and chemical weapons released by the enemy on Earth, the United Government can only gather as many people as possible and bring them together for unified management.

The genetically modified monsters known as Shadow Hunters are too dangerous for lone humans.

Even if they are hiding in a secret room or even a fortress, they can still sneak in and then easily slaughter humans.

It can be said that compared with the open space naval battle between the two sides, this covert harassment and infiltration tactic is more troublesome.

And no one knows what kind of biological weapons the enemies will continue to release, and what special abilities those biological weapons have.

In this war as a whole, humans were on the defensive, and when the Blade of the Gods Legion failed to attack, they began to use various means to disrupt the rear of humanity.

When the X-Men and the United Government's army joined forces to clean up and hunt those biological weapons.

The other party seemed to have sensed something and used his ability to disappear into the city.

Shadow Hunters in their Aetherial state are immune to most damage, and under the link of that powerful telepath, not even Professor X can do anything to them.

Under this extremely rogue harassment tactic, humans have begun to run around in a panic.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the window of Hunter's RV. He didn't hesitate for long and opened the door directly.

The person who appeared before him was a middle-aged man dressed as a priest. His robe had a pattern of a pure skull and some decorations called purity marks on it.

Hunter recognized the other person's identity.

This is a priest of the Emperor's sect.

In recent years, this strange belief has replaced the various complex belief patterns on the earth and become the only formal and legal religious belief.

They believe that the Emperor is the Lord of mankind and the savior who will lead mankind out of catastrophe.

However, the Hunter family was not interested in religion, so they just looked at the priest who came to their door with a little surprise.

"Excuse me?" Hunter asked politely.

Everyone is fleeing now, and we should avoid conflicts if possible. This is the conclusion he has drawn from his decades of life experience.

The priest took a look into the car, counted the number of people, and immediately asked the staff around him to bring food and water, and then handed these things to Hunter.

"Don't get me wrong, we are only here to assist the coalition government in evacuating people and to prevent any unexpected situations."

"You have all worked hard. In the face of great adversity, remain steadfast in your faith. The Emperor will protect us."

The priest said gently.

In his hand was a book made of parchment. Hunter took a glance and saw the slogan of the Holy Word written on the cover.

Below the slogan, there was a picture of a pure human skull, which made Old Hunter mutter to himself.

What kind of faith would worship human skulls?

"Those enemies want to cause chaos within us, thereby reducing the combat effectiveness of our troops on the front lines."

"What the enemy wants to do is what we should oppose. We are all the people of the Lord of Mankind. We should unite and fight against the powerful enemy together."

The priest spoke in a strong and forceful voice, and Hunter had no doubt that if the other party had the chance, he would immediately fight to the death with those human enemies.

"I know everyone is feeling uneasy. Those enemies are simply too dangerous for mortals like us."

"But please remain calm. Only by working together and uniting as one can we get through this disaster."

After giving some instructions, the priest of the Emperor's sect left the food and water behind and then continued walking towards the next car.

Hunter climbed up to the skylight of the RV and saw many people dressed similarly to the priest, tirelessly guiding the people.

Countless ordinary people are heading towards the shelter, but they are heading in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, he had a special feeling in his heart.

Hunter does not believe in God, but he does not hate God either. He just maintains a neutral attitude, neither supporting nor opposing.

But after seeing the righteous deeds of these priests, Hunter also felt a little more favorable towards these believers of the Emperor.

He doesn't believe what others say, he only believes what he sees.

These people were quite different from the religious scammers he had seen before, those who used faith to deceive others into trusting and gaining wealth, who appeared to be righteous on the surface but actually enriched themselves.

"Everyone, let's eat first. We were planning to eat some dry food on the way, but we didn't expect to have hot food now."

Hunter distributed the food given by the priest to his family. The family of five ate the steaming food happily and couldn't help feeling more relaxed.

"Grandpa, who are those people? Why are they giving us food?"

At Hunter's knees, a little girl who was only three or four years old asked curiously. She just felt that her family was going on a long journey, perhaps to a distant place.

"They?" Hunter laughed. "They are followers of the Emperor. They believe that all humans are brothers and sisters, so they share their food with us."

"In their eyes, there is no race, no gender, no age, only a common identity as human beings."

"The emperor must be a very good person." The little girl with two braids said innocently.

Hunter stroked his granddaughter's hair, and in his heart he admired these believers of the Emperor.

Everyone was evacuating, fleeing from the monsters that hunted humans in the shadows.

But they are all ordinary people, all with mortal flesh and blood, but these believers of the Emperor are able to go against the tide and take the initiative to help the authorities maintain order.

“Perhaps this is the truest form of faith.”

"To unite the human will, inspire courage, and lift hearts in the face of adversity."

"They seek neither fame nor profit, but simply their passion and loyal faith in the Emperor. This is enough to allow humanity to cast aside complex constraints and become a pure being."

"In ancient times, these people might have been called saints."

Unconsciously, old Hunter developed a subtle feeling of admiration and respect for the emperor.

He didn't want to call the Emperor the God-Emperor, nor did he want to believe in him mindlessly.

Human beings always like to create gods and hold their idols high, but is this what the idols want to see?
He preferred to believe that the Emperor was a powerful human being who was protecting his race.

"All gods are the same, greedy and hateful. How could their followers be so kind to humans?

Only believers in human heroes can be as selfless and fearless as heroes themselves."

"Those gods merely treat humans as their own lambs, herding them for their own good. Their ultimate goal is to devour humanity completely."

Old Hunter did not waste any food, although he heard that with the advancement of technology, humans can directly use technology to produce food.

But he still believes that cherishing food is a good virtue.

This has nothing to do with whether or not food is easy to obtain.

As he got older and his energy was waning, he had to let his son drive the vehicle.

Although the long stream of traffic was moving extremely slowly, it was still moving forward.

The sky gradually darkened, and in the night sky, a full moon cast its moonlight.

When people on the ground looked up, they could even see a rail platform that looked like a sky bridge, glowing faintly in the darkness.

They are crisscrossed and so huge that they can be seen with the naked eye from the ground.

Those rotating and moving space stations are unimaginably large and can carry huge numbers of people and supplies.

It’s no wonder that ordinary people like Hunter feel that the world is changing too fast.

With the technological support provided by Roche, this human civilization, which was originally in the 1960s and could not even escape from the earth, is developing at an incredible speed.

Although the advancement of high-end technology has not yet benefited ordinary people like Hunter, it is only a matter of time.

By then, advanced anti-gravity cars will replace these inefficient fossil fuel vehicles, and the human living environment will be infinitely expanded under the power of science and technology.

Humans can even leave their home planet and travel to other planets, freely choosing the life they want.

If you are brave enough, you can even own your own merchant colony ship and explore the unknown in the endless sea of stars.

Luo Xi has been in the 1661 X-Men universe for too short a time. Even if he wants to change everything, he still needs to proceed step by step.

"Dad, just go to sleep. It's hard for anything to happen to the car in this condition."

"At this rate, I'm afraid it will take us two or three days to reach the base city of Detroit."

Little Hunter said helplessly to his father sitting in the passenger seat. The stubborn old man insisted on accompanying his son.

"You don't understand. The more you relax and become careless, the more likely you are to get into danger."

"I, your father, have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."

Hunter raised his hands and patted the steering wheel to surrender. He didn't want to continue discussing this issue with his father.

A man’s stubbornness will not disappear as he grows older, but will become more stubborn.

What's more, his mother, wife and lovely daughter have already fallen into a deep sleep, and he doesn't want to wake them up.

But suddenly, Hunter and his son's ears began to hurt, and some low-frequency noise made them feel like vomiting.

The sleeping women suddenly woke up and looked around in horror, only to find that countless low-flying fighter planes appeared in the originally dark night sky.

"Isn't that a big guy in our order of service, Emperor? Has the war spread to Earth?"

Although old Hunter is old and his eyesight is blurry, he has served in the army for a long time and can recognize their models and detailed parameters just by listening to the sound.

In the night sky, hundreds of Thunderhawk gunboats and Stormbird transport planes were seen transporting troops in groups.

Most of these transport planes were loaded with Sentinel Iron Men, while a small number were carrying Primaris Astartes who were good at lurking in the shadows, harassing and assassinating the enemy.

Since the enemy is an assassin who is good at hiding and lurking, humans must naturally also send out their own countermeasures.

This will not be a bloody and violent large-scale war, but a brutal showdown in dark corners.

In addition, all X-Men are dispatched to retrieve the X-Men who were captured by the shadow hunters and protect those humans who have no ability to resist.

Hunter and his son climbed onto the storage rack on the top of the RV. Among the Thunderhawks and Stormbirds with flashing lights in the dark, there were some larger gunboats.

Compared to it, even the Thunderhawk gunboats that have served in the Empire's army for a long time are as small as children's toys.

"That's the Overlord assault gunboat." Little Hunter suddenly shouted loudly.

"I've seen these giants in the coalition government's propaganda films. They're the advanced vehicles newly commissioned by our allies."

"The Hegemon Assault Gunship has five powerful plasma engines, can withstand artillery fire even during orbital drops, and has a dual transport bay structure covered with energy shields."

"It's equipped with a dense array of anti-orbital cannons and a melta bombardment array in the nose. It can easily penetrate enemy armor and penetrate deep inside for boarding operations."

"Newer, bigger, stronger, and more indestructible!"

Old Hunter immediately stared at his son, wondering how come he didn't know these things.

"I've already told you that this is an internet society. We can use the internet to learn a lot of information."

Hunter said with a hint of sarcasm, "I told you to use the Internet, but you always said you were too old to learn, and then you stubbornly continued to read your newspaper."

Old Hunter immediately punched the ignorant boy. Although what he said was not wrong, the old man was very angry.

"Are you trying to piss me off to death, you little bastard!"

Little Hunter rubbed his head helplessly, still mumbling.

"It's all your fault for giving birth to me too early. If I were only a teenager now, I would have signed up for the Space Marine conscription."

“No man can resist putting on heavy power armor, holding a chainsword, and slaughtering all enemies for humanity.”

"It's a pity that I only have one daughter, and women cannot undergo Astartes transformation surgery, otherwise I would also like her to become a Space Marine."

While Hunter and his son were bickering, Sharokin, who was on the airborne deck of the Overlord assault gunship, was checking the operation of his equipment.

In order to thoroughly clean up and find out the genetic biochemical weapons spread on the earth by the God's Blade Legion, Luo Xi even sent this true Shadow Master to assist in the cleanup work.

The sons of the Crow King are also able to blend into the darkness and disappear without a trace. They are the most suitable hunters to hunt those biological weapons.

Sharrojin commands a Chapter of a thousand men, the vast majority of whom are Primaris Astartes forged from the gene-seed of the Raven Guard, Night Lords, and Alpha Legion.

They stood in a neat and orderly formation in the transport gunboat, as silent as ghosts in the shadows.

After checking his equipment, Sharokin thought that although these creations made by Roshi almost never malfunctioned, this had long been a habit ingrained in the Crow's bones.

Prudence and modesty are Nikona Sharokin's greatest virtues.

In another Overlord assault gunship, Janus, the think tank director who had integrated Magnus' soul fragments, was meditating quietly.

With the supreme will from Roshi, Janus needs to bring the newly formed think tank troops to assist Sharokin in clearing out the shadow hunters hidden in the city.

Conventional reconnaissance methods are ineffective against these carefully crafted biological weapons, and only psychics can effectively target them.

Janus's tremendous psychic power swept through the city like a sieve.

In this thin-veiled universe, Janus's power far surpasses his past self in the Warhammer universe.

If he were given enough time to set up the ritual array, he could even throw the entire Earth into a psychic singularity.

"We've arrived in Los Angeles."

"Everyone airborne."

Sharokin's voice rang out from the communication channel, and then the Primaris Space Marines jumped down from the opened cabin one after another.

The violent gusts of wind in the sky caressed the Astartes' power armor, and Sharokin and his regiment members were constantly accelerating.

They showed no signs of slowing down, and like railroad cannonballs, they whizzed and smashed into the already silent city.

However, at the moment of landing, all the accelerating kinetic energy converted from potential energy was converted and stored by the power armor.

The Astartes' power armor has undergone continuous improvements, adding a portion of secondary living metal similar to the Sentinel Iron Man to the original strong interaction material.

These living metals simulate the ability to absorb and transform energy, and can turn the kinetic energy and energy attacks they receive into their own use.

Roche quickly popularized this versatile ability, making it a standard feature of the Primaris Space Marines.

Most of the population of the giant city of Los Angeles has fled.

Now, there are only a few humans who stay in the city because they are unwilling to leave for various reasons.

This is where the Shadow Hunters of the Blade of God first appeared. Tens of thousands of humans were killed silently in their homes, and their bodies were devoured by them.

As the Astartes landed on the ground, the sentinel iron men followed suit.

Their auspicious instruments detected the radiation reaction of X genes everywhere in the vicinity.

However, if the opponent does not take the initiative to cancel the virtualization, even the Sentinel Iron Man has no good solution.

They don't have any X-gene data on Phantom Cat; in this world, that special mutant hasn't been born yet.

"These biological weapons are directed by a unified consciousness. They are merely extensions of that powerful consciousness."

"Because we are here, they choose to hide and not reveal their presence at all." Sharokin said slowly to his fighting brothers.

"But now they have no say in this matter. We have a way to fight back."

Janus, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the Overlord Assault Gunship, suddenly opened his eyes.

A flash of psychic lightning danced in his eyes, and the material world fell apart under this lightning, turning into chaos and nothingness.

He was using his own will to control psychic power, frantically stirring up the subspace in this area and artificially creating a miniature subspace storm.

During a warp storm, all psykers will experience fluctuations in their psychic powers due to the ripples of the sea of souls.

If it were some unstable psychic, his head might explode and he would die during this fluctuation.

Janus used psychic power to teleport to the sky above the city. The faint moonlight fell, bringing a faint light to the city that was plunged into darkness.

And this powerful think tank just stepped quietly in the void, the moonlight seemed to be attracted and distorted by an unknown force, shining in front of him.

Janus was in an extremely calm mood, not at all affected by the negative emotions that were lingering in the city, constantly releasing powerful resentment and hatred.

"You are powerful, but your mind... has too many flaws."

"You have such powerful psychic powers because you devoured other psychic entities? But do you know that by doing so, you are actually burying hidden dangers for yourself?"

"What belongs to you is always yours, and what doesn't belong to you...doesn't belong to you no matter what."

Janus spoke to the void in front of him, while a charming female voice sounded in his ears.

"A strange and powerful man."

"Are you here to stop me?"

"I like you so much that I will eat you, after I eat Charles."

Cassandra's voice crossed the vast distance of space and echoed around Janus.

Her original body is still in the neutron battle star outside the Kuiper belt.

Cassandra relies on her powerful telepathic abilities and the amplifying effect of the Ruler Helmet to control and influence these biological weapons on Earth from such a long distance.

Janus was neither sad nor happy. He urged the fragment of Magnus' soul that had merged with him, which was the kind side of his genetic father.

This soul fragment contains most of Magnus's psychic spells and is the crystallization of this powerful psychic Primarch's understanding of the power of the Warp.

Some of the psychic spells were even forgotten by Magnus, who was later formed into the "Red King", and he didn't know how to use them.

It is for this reason that Magnus the Red King is so eager to find this piece of himself and make himself whole again.

"The reason these biological weapons, capable of transforming and concealing themselves, are so difficult to deal with is because they are controlled by a common will."

"They have a global perspective and can easily discern which are targets that can be hunted and which are deliberately set traps."

"Humanity has never been afraid of open and aboveboard confrontations and competitions, but it is particularly troubled by these insidious and shady tactics."

"But what if I can interfere with your mind control?"

As Janus finished speaking, countless fine psychic runes and golden holy light appeared on his crimson power armor.

The mark of purity sealed on the surface of the power armor by wax began to burn under the influence of invisible psychic power.

Janus held his staff in his hand and instantly released psychic lightning that illuminated the entire night sky.

A massive lightning vortex gradually formed in the clouds above Los Angeles, rushing straight toward Janus.

The entire city began to cool down rapidly under the influence of this abnormal psychic power.

White ice crystals climbed up the dark high-rise buildings, the water vapor in the air was frozen into ice, and a thick white fog gradually appeared.

The Warp is seething, its violent Aetherial forces interfering with the connection of all psykers to the Empyrean, including those in hiding.

Janus shook the warp with his own strength, and his disruption immediately disrupted Cassandra's position.

Outside the Kuiper Belt, the face of the leader of the Blade of the Gods changed drastically. She had not expected that Janus's psychic power would be so strong.

You should know that she not only devoured everything in Charles of her own universe, but also ate Charles from other universes.

Cassandra is confident that her psychic power can rank among the top ten even among all the powerful people under the command of the gods.

The wills of Cassandra and Janus collided across the warp.

No matter how the former attacks, the latter always remains motionless, just silently interfering with the other party's remote control of biological weapons on the earth.

The director of the think tank felt the opponent's fierce mental attack. Countless mental swords with strong corrosive power were attacking him frantically.

In Janus's long life, he had not seen many psychics who could compare with him.

However, compared with the psychics Janus had seen, Cassandra's soul essence was very superficial and empty, and she did not have that kind of unshakable belief.

This is a common problem among the psychics Janus has met since he left the Warhammer universe.

In the extremely dark and chaotic Warhammer universe, psykers are not a gift from God, but a vicious curse.

All psykers ignite their souls in the Warp.

Any psychic with a weak will or a flaw in his mind will not survive for long and will be eaten up by the demons of the warp.

Even their bodies would be used by the creatures of the subspace as a bridge and portal to the real universe, and would be defiled and used at will.

It can be said that as long as a psychic in the Warhammer universe lives long enough, his will will definitely not be too fragile.

Once these psychics who have passed the test of death come to other universes and see those psychics again, they will find that the other party is actually just flowers in a greenhouse.

Janus ignored Cassandra's mental attacks, treating them as a gentle breeze.

He then quantified his psychic powers into a combat knife, severing Cassandra's control over the Shadow Hunters.

In an instant, the entire city of Los Angeles became bustling, and a huge noise suddenly came from the countless dark shadows.

Some giant monsters with blue-purple scales, exposed muscle fibers, sharp claws and teeth began to be dominated by their own chaotic instincts.

Mister Sinister used the genetic genes of the Deviants as a basis, mixed with multiple X genes, and some genetic material from the Eternals to create these shadow hunters.

It was born violent and bloodthirsty, craving destruction and ruin, but now that it had lost Cassandra's influence and checks and balances, it suddenly went completely out of control.

These genetically desecrating monsters wantonly attacked the vehicles parked on the roadside, and suddenly the car alarms and lights began to create more and more noise.

The sharp and piercing sound quickly spread throughout the city.

Sharokin's figure was the first to disappear in the city, like a black mist that dissipated without a trace.

The fighting brothers behind him also disappeared one after another, pouring into every corner of the city like mercury.

The roar of power swords and bolters echoed in the city, and the Astartes were like experienced hunters, hunting these shadow hunters.

The Sentinel Iron Man hunts down any biological weapon that is detected, turning it into dust with scorching high-temperature rays and destructive thunder.

A feast of killing began again in the city, but this time those being slaughtered were no longer humans, but those crazy and brutal biological weapons.

(End of this chapter)