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

Chapter 735: Material Soul, Fateful Showdown (asking for monthly ticket)
When Psylocke died in the assassination of the Crow of Death, her soul was separated from her broken body.

After death, all lives will return to the sea of souls and become a wave in this vast ocean.

But Luo Xi naturally couldn't let such a precious and powerful soul die in vain.

Attracted by him, Psylocke's residual soul was pulled to the front of the miniature star torch of the Primarch's stasis field at the moment before it sank into the warp.

All the alien souls that died in this war of extinction will be thrown into it by Roxi and become the best fuel.

As Luo Xi once said, the God's Blade Legion will become his stepping stone and fully utilize his "remaining heat".

Psylocke's psychic power is extremely powerful, even far surpassing that of the Black King Sebastian Shaw.

Under the training of Celestial and Cassandra, this special mutant with telepathic abilities has almost reached the threshold of becoming a level five mutant.

The biggest characteristic of a level five mutant is that they can make the impossible possible and completely break free from the constraints of the rules.

For example, the essence of Iceman Bobby's ability is to ignore any thermodynamic definitions at the molecular level, reverse the increase in entropy, and create absolute zero-level ice out of thin air.

The fact that Psylocke can expand her psychic powers from simple telepathy to condensing physical weapons and modifying reality with her thoughts proves her strength.

This is a power that turns the virtual into the real.

But it's meaningless to say all this anymore. With the precise calculation and fatal blow of the Crow of Death, even a level 5 mutant would die on the spot.

The flames of the micro-astronomical torches grew brighter, and the mutants, Eternals and even Deviants belonging to the Blade of God were wailing in pain.

Under the burning of "low heat", they will not die quickly, but will squeeze out every bit of potential until there is really nothing left to squeeze out, and then they will be burned to ashes.

In this situation, even death is a beautiful luxury.

Under the burning power generated by the complete annihilation of these souls, the curse left by Horus, the chosen one of the Four Gods, that remained on the souls of Sanguinius and Curze was slowly fading.

This change can even be seen with the naked eye.

As the curse gradually dissipated, Sanguinius and Curze's ability to control their self-awareness gradually increased.

The Archangel's psychic shadow appeared in the underground base of Mars, while the Night Haunter huddled in the corner, seemingly a little embarrassed by his brother's brilliant appearance.

The Nostramo people have never been very fond of sunbathing.

"Damn, this guy looks so much better than me." Koz muttered.

"The Emperor is unfair. Why did he make me look like this?"

"If Sanguinius is a meticulously crafted work of art, then I am nothing more than a shoddy product made from mud."

Koz's mumbling was heard, proving that his condition was improving, and his soul power was enough to support him to start having wild thoughts.

Sanguinius smiled shyly and did not take Curze's complaints seriously.

His soul shadow hugged Koz's shadow tightly and forcibly pulled his brother to his side.

The archangel looked at his brother with great sincerity.

He had many misunderstandings about Curze in the past, but all the conflicts disappeared completely on the Spirit of Vengeance.

Koz was even willing to sacrifice his own life to save himself, isn't that enough to show the brotherhood?
"My brother, do not underestimate yourself. Although you are lazy in appearance, you have a strong will."

Koz thought about it and realized that he was indeed living like a rodent in the sewers of Nostramo. Naturally, he had no manners to speak of, and no one could teach him these things.

However, his will was indeed strong enough to hold out for so many years despite the torture of the prophetic illusion.

"Although you are short in stature, you are very strong inside."

Curze suddenly felt unhappy. He was taller than Guilliman and Lion, but indeed shorter than Sanguinius.

"Although you are ugly, you have a very kind heart."

Coze finally came to his senses. Sanguinius was harming himself!
Oh shit!

"Even though your eyes are black, your skin is pale, and you have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth like a beast, I think you are very good!"

Sanguinius said this with great sincerity, and Curze's shadow suddenly bared its teeth and pounced on the other party, tearing him apart.

These two brothers, one is the most dazzling star under the sun, and the other is a ghost hidden in the dark corner.

They originally didn't have much in common, but at this moment, they became the last brothers each other could rely on.

"Loshi is under a lot of pressure."

"He is now in direct conflict with those who claim to be gods, and war has already broken out."

A hint of solemnity flashed across Sanguinius's elusive shadow.

"If we can be resurrected and come back, it will be a huge help to him."

"After all, these gods are not the same kind of beings as the Chaos Gods of our universe. They are fully capable of crossing the veil and entering the universe."

Although Koz maintained an indifferent attitude on the surface, he was still worried about Luo Xi's current situation in his heart.

Luo Xi is indeed a hateful guy, but he can only be teased and played with.

If those gods dare to hurt Luo Xi, they will be hunted down endlessly by the Midnight Ghost!

“Whoever wants to take care of that guy, don’t worry, he won’t die even if someone dies.

He always manages to create miracles. Even the Chaos Gods can't do anything to him, let alone these guys who pretend to be gods."

Sanguinius saw that Curze was being hypocritical, but he didn't expose anything. After all, that was Curze's character.

In fact, compared to the Conrad Coates of the past, the current Coates can be described as a sunny and cheerful boy.

No matter how worried they were, the two Primarchs could only watch as observers until they completely broke through the power of the curse and returned from the gap between life and death.

Fortunately, judging from the current situation, humans' winning rate is gradually increasing.

On the battlefield of the Final Judge, with the deaths of Mister Sinister, Psylocke and other high-ranking members of the Legion, the situation of the war began to completely tilt towards the human side.

The perfect combination of the Primaris Space Marines and the Iron Men almost turned the Blade of the Gods' base upside down.

No matter what fancy abilities the warriors of the Blade of God use, they will only end up being slaughtered and crushed in front of these war weapons specially built for the most brutal wars.

The iron hooves of the human army trampled through this proud army of gods, crushing the self-confidence of these powerful warriors who had swept across many parallel universes.

Even though Cassandra brainwashed them with memes, it didn't mean they lost their ability to judge objective facts.

"We are just like those gladiatorial slaves who followed Spartacus in the uprising, even though we all seem to have our own special powers and abilities."

"But what we have before us now is the regular Roman army. They are using dense formations and strict discipline to completely crush us!"

One mutant lamented, even beginning to compare himself to the rebellious slaves of ancient times.

They no longer wanted to fight, but the decision to continue was not in their hands.

Cassandra's screams and wailing roars echoed in everyone's heart, making them silent, but they had no choice but to continue fighting.

However, more and more mutants are feeling powerless, and the warp is stirring up turmoil, which is not good news for these psychics.

"Magneto, think of a solution!"

"You are the king of magnetism, kill them!"

Some mutants also began to seek help from the most powerful ones among them.

The elderly Magneto is naturally someone that countless people have high hopes for.

This old man, who remained calm and composed, was like a stabilizing force, firmly withstanding the fierce bombardment of those iron men.

The powerful magnetic field twisted and deformed gently in his hands, blocking those terrifying long-range bombardments.

Although he was old, his back was straight, like a pine tree that never falls, and he was like an elderly king who stubbornly held on to his power and refused to bow to the regicide.

The magnetic field took on many different forms in his hands.

The ultra-high-speed operation of the magnetic field produced plasma flames, which condensed into the shape of a fire lotus and blew away the encirclement of the sentry iron man.

Under the basic rules of electromagnetic induction, dazzling electric light spun endlessly at his fingertips, turning into moving lightning that constantly blocked human aggression.

But relying solely on his own strength, it is impossible to change the situation on the entire battlefield.

Not only can he control the magnetic field, but those sentinel iron men can also simulate the ability to control the magnetic field, as if countless magnetic generators work together to condense a magnetic field force that is beyond his control.

A single Sentinel Iron Man may be weak, but when they unite together, they will become a huge combined force.

The high-temperature plasma and high-voltage lightning he created were not a big problem for today's Space Marines and Iron Legion.

The defense line was still collapsing step by step, and the Blades of the Gods were even surrounded by humans on their own flagship.

Until now, there are still many people who don’t understand how I fell into such a desperate situation step by step when I had the advantage at the beginning.

The crackling noise of the power sword's energy field cutting through the air, mixed with the buzzing and roaring sound of the chainsaw weapon, has almost become a nightmare for those warriors who have survived to this day.

Whenever this sound was heard, their companions were slaughtered without mercy, just like how they had slaughtered those parallel universe creatures who wanted to revolt.

Hill and Qin Xin were gradually forcing these enemies into a desperate situation, and the retreating Sharokin and others also returned to the main force.

"I killed Psylocke, but not the enemy leader."

Hill nodded. This was not unexpected.

Endred Hal came out from another direction and directly pierced the enemy's rear defense line.

The old Magneto's expression changed slightly, and his gray hair stood up like steel needles, full of stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat.

"Surrender, my other self!"

"Return to the right path!"

The magnetic field began to vibrate under the control of a will, making a long sound. Young Eric and Charles also rushed over with the X-Men.

The battle between the Space Marines and the Iron Man is too fast-paced, and the thinking speed of both sides is not at the same level, which makes their movements always seem to be a few beats behind.

Eric looked at himself in front of him with a complicated expression: his face was covered with deep wrinkles, his gray hair had been weathered by the years, and his eyes, though a little cloudy, were sharp and pointed.

The old Magneto was also looking at his younger self, his eyes as deep as an ancient well slightly rippled.

It's great to be young.

In fact, as the darlings of magnetism, the two Magnetos sensed the existence of each other's magnetic field the first time they boarded the battleship.

The magnetic field is their fingers and eyes, and the information it contains is far richer than simple visual observation.

Eric looked at the old Magneto in front of him, and he felt a huge, self-consistent magnetic field force like a natural celestial body across his eyes.

If we only talk about strength, it is probably more than ten times his.

The old Magneto was just a little envious of his younger self, as he still had plenty of time to waste.

Most importantly - he is free.

There was no meme planted in his mind by Cassandra, and he had his own independent will, which was what the elderly Magneto envied the most.

Unlike me, no matter how powerful I am, I am just a handy weapon.

"Surrender?" Magneto snorted coldly, revealing a hint of helplessness that no one noticed.

"There is no surrender, only a life-and-death struggle."

His dark gaze turned to Charles beside Eric, and the complex emotions in his heart were even more than those towards himself.

"Charles, we meet again."

"It's so rare that I can see you alive."

Charles suddenly felt his hairs stand on end, as if he had seen a destined enemy.

When the elderly Magneto said this, a long and narrow crack suddenly appeared in the space around him.

A woman wearing a bright green helmet and with a stern and angry look on her face stepped out.

Cassandra Nova, Xavier.

The moment Charles saw the other person, he realized that this person was his "sister".

Cassandra's beloved Psylocke was killed in her arms, and her expression was so gloomy that it was hard to describe it.

This beautiful woman, who looked somewhat melancholy, had a cold gaze, and her smooth face did not show any trace of life.

She was looking around for Sharokin, the damn assassin who wielded two power swords.

Cassandra swore to the gods that once she caught the five assassins, she would torture them for a thousand years until their souls completely collapsed and were devoured.

The femme fatale held up the skull of Charles, her half-brother.

Charles suddenly felt extremely absurd. He could feel that it was his own skull.

Before Professor X's eyes, Cassandra crushed it between her fingers.

The fragile baby's skull obviously couldn't withstand this kind of pressure, and it immediately shattered into countless pieces along the growth joints that had not yet healed.

Under the pressure of psychic power, the small skull even shattered into fine bone powder, which fell through the gaps between his fingers onto the deck. "Go ahead, Magneto."

"What are you still hesitating about?"

The elderly Magneto sighed helplessly, then attacked fiercely.

He could not resist Cassandra's orders, even though he had considerable autonomy.

"Stop trying to control my brain, Charles."

"It's all in vain. You're no match for Cassandra."

Magneto looked at Charles who was working hard with his eyes shining. To be honest, he hoped that this old friend could free him from the control of the devil Cassandra.

But this hope disappeared long ago after Cassandra killed Charles from multiple parallel universes.

This woman not only killed those Professor X, but also ate their flesh and blood along with their psychic energy, turning it into her own power.

Even Magneto couldn't estimate how far Cassandra had come.

"Your telepathic ability is transmitted through brain waves, but brain waves are also electromagnetic waves. Since they are electromagnetic waves, they are within my control."

Professor X also groaned. Seeing that Magneto was not wearing any equipment that could prevent mind control, he naturally wanted to try it.

This Magneto relied solely on his own abilities to completely block Charles' telepathic power, leaving him completely helpless.

Magneto and Professor X, the eternal friends and enemies, are always balancing and guarding against each other.

The two Magnetos clashed first, and Eric's hands set off a magnetic storm.

Suddenly, the broken warship armor and metal fragments from the fallen soldiers all gathered together.

The metal fragments controlled by the magnetic field formed a vortex like an abyss, attacking the elderly Magneto forcefully.

The latter just sneered, and the metal magnetic field vortex suddenly collapsed. The domineering magnetic field directly compressed and destroyed it, and squeezed the metal into an extremely dense polymer.

"I stopped using these methods of yours decades ago."

"We have never been the King of Ten Thousand Irons."

If it's a one-on-one fight, Eric is no match for the old Magneto.

With just one encounter, the operation of his magnetic field will be completely understood, dismembered, and then swallowed up by the opponent's magnetic field.

But fortunately, he can use the iron men as magnetic generators, commanding the soldiers to fight or defend according to his will like a general.

Let Magneto deal with Magneto, and Cassandra shifted her attention to Charles.

Beside the professor, Janus, the think tank director, dressed in scarlet power armor, stared at his opponent with full fighting spirit.

In his right hand he held a finely crafted chainsaw axe, a weapon made of psychic steel, a specialty of Prospero, which could combine psychic and physical power to the greatest extent.

In his left hand, he held a staff made of psychic metal, but the so-called "staff" looked more like a deterrent flail.

As a Librarian, his psionic shielding prevents him from wearing a helmet, which would only hinder his ability to sense the rhythm of the Warp and thus weaken him.

Cassandra looked at the majestic giant with a little fear. She knew very well that his strength was definitely not just in physical combat. On the contrary, he was even more outstanding in psychic power.

When clearing out those biological weapons on Earth, Cassandra and Janus had a brief fight, but the latter had a slight advantage.

The enormous psychic powers between the three most powerful psychics are distorting and confronting each other, even causing the real universe to shatter.

Professor X gave up any mercy and compromise, because he knew that if Cassandra could not be defeated, then mankind would face the most tragic fate.

At this moment, the professor even temporarily lifted the blockade on his own abilities to explore his true inner self.

As long as Charles wanted, he could instantly control all life on Earth without even the help of the so-called brain wave amplifier.

Not only are others afraid of Charles' abilities, but even the professor himself is afraid of himself.

But now, when he truly liberated himself and no longer used beliefs and morals to restrain himself, a terrifying spiritual dragon had already condensed and formed on this broken battlefield.

Just as Magneto is the king of matter, Professor X is the king of the mind.

Cassandra looked at Charles in front of her greedily. She felt that this brother's potential and strength far exceeded those of the other professors who were devoured.

This may be related to the special circumstances happening in this universe.

After all, for a mutant with telepathic abilities, the strength of his power depends largely on the firmness of his inner beliefs.

This is the essence of idealistic power. The key is not what the world is like, but how you think in your heart.

Charles of the 1661 universe has an extremely unshakable belief, which has recast his spiritual world.

Janus didn't want to engage in any mental confrontation with this damn psychic witch.

Never fight your opponent in his or her area of expertise; always control the rhythm of the battle in your own hands.

He used the psychic spells recorded in the Book of Magnus to release twelve runes that could seal psychic powers.

Pale golden psychic barriers rose up around them, surrounding them directly in the middle.

Enemy psykers within the range of this field will experience the feeling of having their power suppressed.

Cassandra clearly felt a thin barrier appearing between herself and the subspace. She gritted her teeth and decided to get rid of Charles first.

Her psychic power has a strong corrosive ability, and can even devour Charles's psychic power and use it for herself.

Because they have the same origin.

"Your obituary has been written. Are you interested in reading it?"

Cassandra's voice rang out in Charles' heart.

This was an extremely novel experience for the professor. For a long time, he was the only one who could make sounds in other people's brains.

With a wave of her hand, she set off a huge wave in Charles' heart, and viciously poured some of the memories of Charles who was killed by him into the professor's spiritual world without reservation.

Charles' mind flashed back with scenes. He saw "himself" being stabbed in the heart by Cassandra and then eaten bit by bit.

"Stick to your original heart, everything else is false!"

Janus' voice was like the sound of a huge bell, and above his brow, an arcane eye composed of psychic magic suddenly appeared.

The Eye of Magnus has the effect of seeing through illusions and revealing the essence.

But unfortunately, even Magnus, who created this spell, did not really understand the essence of this spell.

However, when this spell was inherited by Janus, it changed completely.

The memory illusions created by Cassandra that troubled Charles melted away as quickly as ice and snow.

Fake is always fake. Charles quickly recovered and cut off the mental connection with the other party.

Janus raised his chainsaw axe high, and this glorious weapon that had slaughtered countless traitors lit up with the brilliant light of psychic lightning.

The intangible arc of electricity fell from the sky, quickly annihilating many powerful mutant enemies and also causing Cassandra to suffer severe impact.

She gritted her teeth and desperately drew on the power of the Supreme Heaven to fill her own emptiness.

Janus continued to cast psychic spells, and Cassandra's timeline was rapidly distorted.

Her body was pulled into different timelines and was actually torn apart.

The director of the think tank exiled the other party outside the timeline, reciting the magic runes written by Magnus in his mouth, intending to prevent the other party from wanting to return.

"Playing with time? That's nothing, I can do that too!"

Cassandra's screams rang out, her presence once again polluting this timeline, and she used psychic energy to reshape her body.

In a pure battle of psychic power, even Janus, who had fused with a fragment of Magnus's kind soul, was no match.

This crazy woman's psychic power is so powerful that she is the best even among Alpha-level psychics.

Janus cast a spell of immobilization, and the body reshaped by psychic energy suddenly fell into a state of stagnation.

He could only restrain the other party for one tenth of a second, but this period of time was enough for the think tank director.

He ran forward at a rapid speed, and his spiritual energy formed a pedal under his feet to provide leverage.

Janus reached a high altitude and swung his chainsaw axe.

The violent psychic power was injected into it, and the single-molecule sawtooth suddenly roared, able to tear open the most stubborn psychic shield.

Cassandra's body was split diagonally in half, and the white bones, hideous bright red flesh, and a large number of internal organs were exposed to the air.

However, the next moment, Cassandra went back in time and repaired the serious injuries she had suffered.

She unleashed a powerful storm of psychic energy, instantly sending Janus flying and leaving deep scratches on his power armor.

Charles was not afraid at all. He controlled his soul to leave his body and plunged directly into Cassandra's soul world.

This will be the most dangerous mental confrontation.

Cassandra's inner world was so dark, with blood waves rolling everywhere, and countless flesh and blood creatures similar to the mother's umbilical cord appearing and disappearing in the sea of blood.

The baby's shrill cry, the sorrow and anger before death continued to accumulate and pile up.

Skulls were everywhere, skulls belonging to other Cassandras.

They were all losers who were killed in the amniotic fluid by their own brothers before they were born.

Charles looked at the skulls of these "sisters" in disbelief, and he already understood everything.

Cassandra's world turned into a hideous giant mouth, and the skulls of the dead Cassandras released terrifying resentment, wanting to take revenge on Charles.

Charles waved his fist. In the world of the mind, the size and strength of his fist depended entirely on the strength of his belief.

He became extremely tall, like a giant in armor, and directly smashed the huge mouth of the abyss formed by Cassandra's resentment.

Fine cracks suddenly appeared in her consciousness, and Cassandra screamed for the first time. Many shadows of Charles, who had been swallowed by her, appeared and disappeared in those cracks.

Charles realized that his opportunity was right in front of him, so he rushed directly into the cracks in Cassandra's soul and found those other consciousnesses of his.

In the cracks in the other person's consciousness, Charles saw a lot of himself.

Some of them can only stagger as they walk, some have grown into handsome young men, and some have lost all their hair and can only move around in wheelchairs.

The spiritual energies of these Charles produced a powerful resonance. Although Cassandra devoured them, she could never truly merge with them.

"We have been waiting for this day for a long time."

"We don't hate Cassandra, she's a victim too."

"But aiding and abetting evil does not mean you can be absolved of guilt."

Those echoes of Charles laughed and said these words in unison.

Then, the remaining consciousness of Charles collectively chose to self-destruct, preferring to be reduced to ashes themselves so that Cassandra could have a taste of revenge.

A devastating psychic storm exploded from the depths of Cassandra's soul.

It was like a solid fortress that exploded internally, and the barriers of the mind were suddenly shattered into pieces, leaving many holes.

In reality, Cassandra suddenly fell to her knees and vomited violently.

She spat out some indescribable objects: some eyeballs, some brain matter, and even some fragments of spinal bones.

Her ruler helmet was shattered into pieces, instantly shattered by the explosive force from within, and even the remaining power of the gods could not repair it.

Charles was also injured and collapsed to the ground, creating the best opportunity for Janus.

A chance to kill with one strike.

Janus immediately seized the opportunity, and a burning spark of psychic energy rose up, swallowing Cassandra into it.

Countless psychic runes surged and gathered, crushing Cassandra's remaining consciousness.

The think tank director's figure grew taller and taller, and the shadow he created looked more and more like a giant with red skin and only one eye.

The Warp's forces had abandoned Cassandra, and realizing she had no chance, the Overlord of the Celestial Blade fell into a state of complete madness.

"Go to hell, go to hell. If I die, you will die too!"

Her soul suddenly shattered into countless streams of light, broke through the barrier of Janus's psychic spell, and sank into the neutron battle star that was staying outside the battlefield.

This deadly weapon of war began to spin at an ever-increasing speed, with intense pulses of radiation emanating from its core.

The next moment, it began to use its huge gravity to start crazy acceleration.

This terrifying celestial body, with a mass 1.5 times that of the sun, began to attack everything on the battlefield.

The Neutron Battle Star finally joined the war. The most powerful celestial body in the universe collided with many warships.

All obstacles turned into dust in the void and were broken down at the atomic level by its incredible gravity.

(End of this chapter)