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

Chapter 734: Don’t Seek Death or You Won’t Die (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The huge Judgment Finale was divided into several large battlefields. Countless humans and God's Blade warriors fought hard on this paralyzed giant ship.

Endred Hall rushed towards Mister Sinister with endless rage, waving his power fist.

This powerful mutant may not be very strong in combat, but he is better at using those bizarre genetic creations to deal with the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of different biological weapons appeared on the battlefield.

"I rarely get the chance to feed these little cuties of mine, but I didn't expect to be able to feed them so happily today."

Mr. Sinister's sinister laughter came from all directions, and a huge gene pool exploded with a sticky blood mist, and those biochemical weapons broke out of it.

The arc of light from the Broken Hound's power fist was reflected on the densely packed compound eyes.

Deadly psionic acid gushed out of its mouthparts, leaving deep corrosion marks on the hard cabin deck.

The assault team under Hal's command was closely united. The tall and burly Terminators like towering towers stood in the front, wielding the most deadly power weapons and holding storm shields to form the first line of defense.

Other Space Marines equipped with long-range weapons, under the cover of their battle brothers, occupied the commanding heights and continuously launched heavy bombs and plasma beams.

Everyone has their own division of labor and responsibilities on the battlefield.

These soldiers are like precise screws, together forming this huge and unstoppable war machine.

The firepower networks intertwined and cooperated with each other, turning the oncoming biological and chemical weapons into blood mist exploding in the air.

The Iron Legion attacked from the flank, switching their main weapons to Gauss rays.

Every time the faint green light flashed silently, a biological weapon was completely decomposed into scattered atoms.

Mr. Sinister no longer cares about the losses. As long as he can obtain the genetic samples of these Space Marines, preferably living samples, then any loss will be worth it.

Some tiny biochemical weapons came surging like a swarm of insects. They fearlessly collided with Hal's power fist, and then turned into powder under the effect of the decomposition field.

With the help of some individuals who sacrificed their lives to attract the attention of the Broken Hound, the other monsters pounced on Hal's power armor from the side.

Their sickle-shaped forelimbs secrete a bioalloy capable of sustained vibrations at extremely high frequencies.

This biological sickle, which was similar to a high-frequency weapon, slashed fiercely on Hal's shoulder armor, and dazzling sparks instantly burst out.

The Iron Sentinels turned their guns without hesitation and used super-high temperature promethium flamethrowers on the Broken Hounds, instantly burning those creatures into charcoal.

Hal's Infinity Engine allowed him to remain unharmed in the ultra-high temperatures and even partially recharged the weapon system.

"So damn tough! Why do these humans like to hide themselves in turtle shells?"

"According to the laws of cosmic development, most civilizations tend to use long-range, beyond-visual-range weapons in their final stages of development."

"Few civilizations, even after entering the interstellar age, still maintain this primitive combat style of wearing heavy armor and wielding close-quarters weapons."

Mr. Sinister cursed, analyzing the situation in his mind.

For most of the biological weapons he created, the power armor that can be almost 100% fully enclosed is simply the most disgusting nemesis.

They simply couldn't effectively break through the incredibly strong power armor, let alone harm the flesh underneath.

The biological weapons were constantly adjusted under the control of Mister Sinister. A group of biological weapons that specialized in attacking the enemy's flesh committed suicide and then dissolved into the gene pool.

Their flesh, blood, and genes once again became the original material for Mister Sinister to shape at will.

He wanted to create a biological weapon specifically for the Astartes, bypassing that damn tortoise-shell power armor and directly corroding and corrupting the opponent's mind and soul.

On the battlefield, it is not difficult for Mr. Sinister to create a weapon specifically designed for the enemy.

Before Hal was about to slaughter all the biological weapons here, the Gene Shepherd finally created the existence he needed.

It was a special life form with seven pairs of rotating eyeballs, each of which was wrapped in extremely powerful corrupted psychic energy.

They are almost unobservable in the real universe. They are a semi-psychic, semi-living being, somewhat similar to the Warp Demons that the Space Marines have encountered before.

"Let me see, where is your most vulnerable spot?"

"Deep within your memories are painful memories so deeply buried that even you may have forgotten them."

Mister Sinister obviously intended to use psychic energy to attack the Space Marine's soul, otherwise he would have no chance of winning on the physical level.

These extremely special biochemical weapons spew out psychic spores, which can even penetrate the respirator filter of the Star-type Terminator Armor and enter the body directly.

"Damn, why do you guys like to do this?"

Hal cursed in his heart.

Including the telepath named Druid who had fought with him before, they all wanted to open a gap from the spiritual level.

Under the influence of these psychic spores, Hal and the other Primaris Space Marines uncontrollably recalled memories of the distant past.

Hal is almost the oldest Space Marine around Roshi, and his memory is far deeper than that of other battle brothers.

The incarnation of Mr. Sinister curiously came to Hal's side, and with the help of those psychic spores, he spied on the past of these genetically modified warriors shrouded in armor.

Hal's sea of memory is extremely deep and has several large faults.

The closest boundary is called the [Primaris Boundary].

There are not many memories within this boundary, most of which are about things that happened after arriving in the 1661 universe.

Going deeper into the base, Mister Sinister saw endless memories of killing. More than a million lives had died at the hands of this warrior.

When Mr. Sinister saw the hideous Warp demons in Hal's memory, his head suddenly began to buzz.

"Why are these ghost things?"

"Have they also fought these Chaos Demons?"

"If that's the case, it's troublesome."

Mr. Sinister had mixed feelings, as he had encountered similar enemies in the dimensional battlefield where they had fought before.

He also knew that in the hostile camp to the gods were the Chaos powers behind these Warp Demons.

As he looked through more of Hal's memories about demons, Mister Sinister saw four completely different and mutually opposing Chaos Demons.

The Lord of Change, the Blood God, the Loving Father, the Prince of Joy.

When he caught a glimpse of their traces, Mr. Sinister was so frightened that his eyes almost popped out of his head.

"So you come from such a dangerous universe: four opposing Chaos Powers have extended their tentacles into your universe."

"It's incredible that your civilization has been able to maintain its relative independence and integrity despite the intervention of four Chaos Powers!"

Mr. Sinister sighed. He was also curious about what kind of magic that universe had that could attract four Chaos Powers to intervene at the same time.

You know, according to common sense, it is unlikely that these incompatible guys will appear together.

Moreover, the four absolutely hostile Chaos Powers actually once joined forces briefly, apparently to deal with a powerful existence.

The one who could cause the four Chaos Powers to attack together must be another Chaos Power. Mr. Jing'e agreed with this.

What made him feel most uneasy was that, as far as he knew, even when the gods and the supreme chaotic powers were at war, the other side had never joined forces.

If we infer this way, it would be really terrifying if we think about it carefully.

But when he wanted to see the existence in Hal's memory, an inexplicable force always blurred his vision, making him unable to see clearly.

This force is like seeing flowers in the fog, obscuring the other party's essence.

Mr. Sinister also felt curious and...competitive.

Even though he is far inferior to that being in terms of strength and status, it’s okay to take a look at him, right?

Just one glance.

Mister Sinister was very curious about what kind of genius could create a superhuman warrior like Astartes.

What kind of existence can allow the four Chaos Powers to join forces with each other?

Regardless of whether curiosity can kill the cat, Mr. Sinister is driven by his curiosity to dig deeper madly.

He once again crossed the second boundary in Hal's memory, called [Astartes Transformation Operation].

In this memory, Mister Sinister saw the existence of the Primarch.

He saw Angron.

“It’s so beautiful…it’s just perfect!”

His heart suddenly began to beat faster. If he was only moved when he saw the Astartes, then when he saw these beings called Primarchs, the greed in his heart had already overflowed.

"Using a Primarch as a template, we can create more biological weapons..."

"A brilliant idea. These genetically modified warriors are able to iterate on their own, demonstrating astonishing stability and continuity."

"Because of the existence of [Gene Seed], there is a natural connection between them, and this relationship unites them into a whole."

"This is what I want to do! This is mine!"

Mr. Sinister was determined to find out the truth.

And when he crossed the third boundary, which was also the most ancient and profound, called [Thunder Warrior Transformation], he finally broke through that vague feeling.

It was as if it wiped away the mist on the glass and brushed away the dust on the glasses.

Then, Mr. Sinister saw the great being who wanted to find out what was going on.

The man called the Lord of Mankind is performing genetic modification surgery on Hal.

A human who looks nothing special, Mister Sinister commented in his mind.

He was wearing only an ordinary white research coat, holding various surgical instruments in his hands, concentrating on completing the task at hand.

In Mr. Sinister's eyes, the Emperor was a yellow man with a dignified face and soft features, about thirty to forty years old.

Is it this human being who caused the powerful Chaos to join forces?
He couldn't believe it.

The Emperor lowered his brow and patiently helped Hal transform from a mortal into a Thunder Warrior.

But suddenly, everything around froze.

The wound cut by the sharp scalpel no longer oozes blood, and the modified heart, which was beating extremely slowly under the effect of the anesthetic, stops contracting.

The jumping arcs of the surrounding instruments suddenly stopped, and the medicine dripping from the infusion instrument stopped in mid-air.

The emperor slowly raised his head, his extremely deep eyes looking in one direction.

That was Mr. Sinister's direction.

The genetic master of the Blade of God suddenly trembled all over, and an extremely bad and absurd idea appeared in his mind.

Could it be... that the other person is looking at him?

How can this be?

He was reading Hal's memory, seeing him through his memory? Are you kidding me?!

The Emperor looked at Mister Sinister, who instinctively felt a chill down his spine.

Yes, it was a feeling of fear. All his curiosity was frightened away by the Emperor's gaze.

Mr. Shocking Sin has always believed that a cunning rabbit has three burrows and saving his life is the most important thing.

Even at the moment of the decisive battle, when even the Final Judgment had collapsed, his body still remained in his lair on the flesh and blood planet.

The one fighting desperately with humans on this ship was just a clone he created using his biochemical technology.

Even if this place was completely destroyed, it would not cause any substantial harm to him.

He was disturbed by the Emperor's gaze. Even when he was meeting the gods, he had never felt such a deep fear.

It was as if the essence of the existence he was spying on was actually a terrifying existence that could not be observed, described, or verified.

Mortal beings cannot glimpse the essence of God; everything they see is merely a shadow cast from a higher dimension.

However, just as he was about to back down and leave, the emperor in Hal's memory suddenly snapped his fingers in his direction.

The crisp sound seemed to transcend time and the vast distance between universes.

Then the sound exploded in Mr. Sinister's ears.

A golden flame quietly ignited in his soul.

It came without warning, carrying with it a terrifying corrosive force capable of reducing the soul to ashes.

Mr. Sinister instinctively wanted to escape, or even cut off the connection between this soul and his body.

But everything was meaningless. When he insisted on seeing the Emperor's face, the ending was already determined.

Mr. Sinister suddenly froze in place. His body was burning, but his heart was extremely cold.

The golden flame, which seemed warm but was actually cold, was burning his existence and concepts.

He wanted to shout for help, but he was unable to do anything.

The "so cold" brewing in his throat never condensed into a sound.

The flames burned him clean bit by bit, leaving no ashes, as if such a person had never existed in the world.

The concept of his existence was erased, just like using an eraser to wipe out all traces of him in the world.

Hal instantly broke free from the influence of the psychic spores, but all the biological weapons fighting hard in front of him were withering and dying.

Their tough flesh rotted and deformed, emitting a strong stench, and pus caused by genetic collapse oozed from the cracks in their skin and scales.

The creep was dying too, disappearing with its master.

"It is your good fortune to witness the might of the Lord of Humanity."

"Not all aliens are worthy of dying at the hands of the Emperor." Hal's soul once again felt that familiar warm feeling.

When he had fought bravely beside the Emperor, he had been able to feel his presence at all times.

Although he didn't know how the Emperor's power could cross such a long distance and act on Mister Sinister in the form of memory.

But he knew that this was the power of the Emperor.

It transcends time and space, transcends dimensions, transcends the barriers of the universe, and demonstrates its existence.

Hal felt the revival of the Emperor's power with ecstasy, and then slowly subsided.

As for the reason behind this, he had no idea, but it didn't matter at all.

"For the Emperor, kill all these damn xenos!"

……

The crows of mourning melted into the shadows.

In the past, he was able to use the Shadow Steps taught by the Raven King himself, as well as the special abilities of the Raven Guard, to conceal his whereabouts.

After the Infinity Engine was implanted, he had a deeper understanding of shadows.

This also means that Sharokin is more elusive and more deadly.

His power armor has almost reached the limit in terms of noise reduction.

The machine soul blessed by Luo Xi himself has extremely outstanding stability and endurance, and can cooperate with Sharokin to perform perfect assassinations.

He did not use long-range weapons such as bolt sniper rifles. The enemies he was hunting were all powerful psychics, and long-range weapons were not very effective against them.

The best way to deal with psychics is quick, accurate and ruthless close combat.

The two power swords made by Luo Xi himself are his best weapons.

The Shadow Master's eyes were fixed on the woman wearing some special helmet, who seemed to be concentrating on controlling the battle situation.

Cassandra Nova Xavier.

This was the name of the supreme commander of the Blade of the Gods, which Sharokin learned from the conversations of others.

This was a mutant with ridiculously strong psychic powers. Even Azak Ahriman, the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons, was slightly inferior to him in Sharokin's perception.

Although this is related to the 1661 universe's higher tolerance for subspace, it is also enough to show that the other party's strength is extraordinary.

Her last name instantly reminded Sharokin of the principal of the Mutant Academy: Charles Francis Xavier.

This is not a very popular surname, but two people with the same surname and similar abilities must have some connection between them.

It seems that this Cassandra Corps Commander is the sister of Professor X from another universe.

Sharokin's heart, as calm as the dark sea, thought slowly.

Not to mention Charles' sister, even if it was Charles from another universe, he would kill him without mercy.

The top assassins would never reveal their murderous intentions. Sharokin just lurked silently, waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

His hunting team is the smallest one, and the other four top assassins are also hiding in various corners.

This command room is more lively than imagined.

Next to Cassandra stood Psylocke, a female mutant with enchanting purple long hair and extremely revealing clothes.

Many high-ranking members of the Blade of the Gods were sent out to prevent the human boarding attack, but Cassandra left her alone as her own guard.

There was always a faint pink-purple psychic power surrounding her body. Although she seemed to have no weapons and no defensive equipment, she gave Sharokin an extremely strong sense of threat.

"That idiot Mr. Sinister is dead. He was killed completely. Even the gods can't resurrect him."

"What kind of opponent did he encounter? But if there were such an enemy on the battlefield, we would have been finished long ago."

"That is definitely an existence that can rival or even surpass the gods."

Cassandra was extremely anxious. She was like a person with severe split personality disorder, talking to herself frantically.

"Should we use the Neutron Battle Star? But if we do, it will cause serious damage to my soul."

"The Celestials used dimensional technology and powerful psychic powers to shape it. From the very beginning, it was a weapon used by the Celestials. But if we mutants want to control it, we have to pay a price we can imagine."

This is also the reason why Cassandra has been hesitant and kept this trump card hidden until the end.

Her Dominator Helmet has always been connected to countless warriors of the Blade of the Gods, driving them to fight against humans at all costs.

Such a huge mental and physical drain made her feel deeply tired and weak, and even countless voices of Charles appeared in the depths of her mind.

All the Charles she had devoured seemed to come back.

The skull of the baby Charles in her palm kept opening and closing, persuading her to turn back.

"Shut up! Shut up, everyone!"

"Charles, you always act like a hypocritical good guy!"

"You treat everyone like this, but you never show mercy to me."

Cassandra revealed endless resentment. In many parallel universes, she and Charles were twins from the same mother.

But due to the trick of fate, only one of them can survive.

Why, why is it always Charles who survives, while she is the one who is abandoned?
Sharokin's heartbeat slowed to its limit, and only Cassandra and Psylocke were left in his eyes.

In his eyes, the world was constantly broken down and refined, transformed into lines composed of tiny dots.

These points and lines are intertwined with each other, and some of them are the most fatal and weak points of this existence.

The muscles in the hands of the Crow of Mourning slowly relaxed, and arcs of blue-purple energy rose from the two power swords, and the decomposition force field quietly started up.

"I saw!"

"Your weakness!"

At Sharokin's command, the other four top assassins immediately launched an attack using various means.

Assassination is not a one-man show, but more often relies on teamwork.

A Raven Guard assassin fired his Gauss sniper rifle, aiming directly at Cassandra's forehead and heart.

He moved extremely quickly, firing five shots in one hundredth of a second, each shot aimed at the vital parts of the human body.

However, when those indestructible Gauss rays approached Cassandra, they suddenly became extremely slow as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

The invisible psychic shield has never relaxed its vigilance. In the space modified by psychic energy, even the speed of light can be reached by the flesh.

"Are you finally willing to take action?" Cassandra said softly.

"I've been waiting for a long time."

The immense power of ether swirled at her fingertips, easily eliminating the long-range sniper attack from the first Raven Guard.

The commander of the Blade of the Gods simply stretched out his hand slightly, and the Space Marine whose position was exposed was immediately hit in the brain by psychic energy.

This kind of psychic attack is far more dangerous than a physical one. The assassin almost instantly fell into a state of suspended animation. The Belisarius Furnace forcibly helped him escape the pursuit of death.

But in just a moment, the newly added modified organ was completely overloaded and needed a period of cooling down before it could start working again.

Cassandra looked at the warrior in astonishment. She couldn't understand why he couldn't crush an ant to death.

Then there is the second warrior, who is a veteran who came to the X-Men universe with Sevatar and is also a veteran of the Eighth Legion.

As the son of Konrad Curze, he is also a psyker.

Countless spiritual energies came like sharp spikes, injected into the opponent's spiritual energy, and activated in a very short time, forming miniature mental bombs.

He drew on the power of the Supreme Heaven almost without reservation, dazzling psychic lightning burst out from his eyes, and his earth-shaking roar conveyed the rage and murderous intent of a veteran.

The mutant Psylocke beside Cassandra instantly released a lavender shield made of psychic power.

Not only is she a spiritual master, she is also able to materialize her psychic powers.

Psylocke can use her psychic energy to condense various sophisticated weapons and can even create mental explosions.

This is one of her unique abilities, so powerful that it can even break through the mind-shielding helmet on Magneto's head.

Her psychic power was even greater than that of the old soldier. A samurai sword flashing with a strange light cut through the opponent's psychic attack out of thin air and at the same time cut into his flesh.

The Midnight Lord missed his attack and immediately retreated.

He used the lightning claws on his wrists to block the opponent's samurai sword, but this small and exquisite psychic blade actually left a deep knife mark on his armor.

You have to know that his armor is made of strong interaction material, and most kinetic attacks have little effect.

Even judging by his own eyes, this mutant named Psylocke was quite outstanding in terms of speed and skills.

The third and fourth Master Assassins joined forces to attack, firing anti-psionic bombs made from the ashes of the Untouchables directly at Cassandra and Psylocke.

Psylocke instinctively used her katana to block, but the two small bombs were like a bottomless abyss, madly devouring all the psychic energy.

Psylocke's pink and purple hair fluttered in the sky, communicating with the highest heaven, using more psychic power to offset that soulless stance.

Although the Soulless are known as the nemesis of Psychics, this does not mean that all Psychics are useless.

If one's psychic power reaches a certain level, such as Magnus, Malcador, or even the Emperor, the so-called untouchables are actually not that "absolute".

Magnus was even able to withstand the siege of the Sisters of Silence and fight back with his psychic powers, but he was only affected and weakened.

Psylocke was sweating all over. She looked at the deadly bullet in front of her in disbelief, completely ignoring her own defense.

Almost, just almost, this anti-psychic bomb would have blown her head to pieces.

Since becoming a high-ranking member of Celestial Blade, Psylocke has hardly ever encountered such a dangerous situation.

Cassandra trained her, and Psylocke could feel that this crazy woman had a special feeling for her.

Because of her morbid hatred for her brother Charles, Cassandra even has a paranoid hatred for all opposite sexes.

Because of this, her attitude towards men like Mister Sinister and the elderly Magneto is much worse than that of Psylocke.

Although Psylocke is not disgusted by this abnormal love, she definitely doesn't like it either.

But under the influence of Cassandra's perverted power, she did not dare to resist.

Another anti-psychic bomb fired at Cassandra was directly fixed in mid-air by her terrifying psychic power.

The Dominator's helmet emitted a luminous green glow, amplifying her psychic power.

Cassandra rarely showed a look of horror. She held Psylocke in her arms and checked if she had any injuries.

After all four assassins failed, the human attack seemed to have ended in vain.

However, this is exactly the effect Sharokin needs.

What he was waiting for was the moment when the enemy thought the assassination was over and everything was settled.

Sharokin moved. He emerged quietly from the shadows, like a weightless leaf, slowly falling from the branch.

It is difficult to summarize his state with "speed" because he appeared directly from one spatial coordinate to another.

The Crow of Death appeared behind Cassandra and Psylocke.

The two sharp blades that had drunk the blood of countless powerful enemies emitted dazzling arcs of light, and the buzzing sound of the decomposition force field made the hairs on the back of the two men's necks stand up.

After four failed assassins, the fifth person who was hiding finally revealed his intentions.

Cassandra wanted to use her psychic shield to block or even kill Sharokin, but an unstoppable will directly cut off her will.

Sharokin's sword shadow seemed to have transcended the physical barriers and left a fatal scar directly in the enemy's heart.

Psylocke's pupils suddenly shattered, but there seemed to be no trace of injury on her body.

Her psychic katana also quietly broke into two pieces, and a bright red line emerged from her neck.

Sharokin's first sword killed the mutant Psylocke, and then the second sword slashed at Cassandra.

Realizing that her lover was completely dead, Cassandra instantly let out an extremely terrifying psychic scream.

The entire remains of the Final Judgment were trembling and disintegrating, and a huge crack was directly torn between the curtain of the Supreme Heaven and the real universe.

The ruler's helmet on Cassandra's head burst out with infinite brilliant light, helping her master block Sharokin's fatal sword.

"Failed."

"Retreat immediately!"

The Crow of Mourning disappeared from the spot without any reluctance, and left with the fighting brothers who failed in the assassination.

There is only one chance, and Sharokin never relies on luck.

Everything around Cassandra was twisted and annihilated in the violent psychic storm. The violent psychic frenzy gushed out directly from the warp, corroding the remains of the giant ship.

When Luo Xi first came to this universe, the subspace here was unusually calm.

But after the war started, the extreme emotions such as despair, anger, and resentment generated by the war gradually broke through the subspace corridor set up by the gods.

The Warp Corridors between parallel universes are dikes created by the Celestials using unique dimensional technology and psychic powers to isolate the entire Warp Sea.

Under the increasingly turbulent ether currents, it has already shown signs of breaking and leaking.

The corrupting power from the Warp distorted the subtle corners of the Final Judgment.

Imperceptible pollution began to spread, and the war began to fall into a dark abyss that was completely out of control.

ps: Look directly at me
(End of this chapter)