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

Chapter 777 Do You Know About the Second Empire? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Passing through the Waaagh gate gave Uslan a terrible experience.

Like other stereotypes about orc technology, orc portals show no consideration for the user's subjective experience.

Simple, crude, and direct.

As he passed through the Waaagh Gate, Uslan felt as if every atom in his body was being violently pulled in all directions by a savage force.

Furthermore, the Waaagh Gate possesses an extremely strong repulsive force against non-homogeneous spiritual energy, which makes Uslan suffer even more.

Only Leriel's soul received the direct protection of the Laughing God, Higochi, and did not show any major abnormalities or discomfort.

The teleportation lasted for about an hour. When Uslan emerged from the waaagh door on the other side, his face flushed and his stomach churning, he had to rely on his staff for support to maintain his balance.

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The twisted intestines were tormenting the old prophet's nerves, making him want to vomit up everything he had eaten and digested.

However, Uslan is Uslan after all; his endurance is ridiculously strong.

Lereille didn't lend a hand; she knew that the old man, Uslan, was much more robust than he appeared.

Despite his seemingly frail appearance as a mage, his physique, hidden beneath his robes and armor, is actually quite formidable, capable of holding his own against even the most powerful spirit race war shamans.

The Clown Eldar cautiously observed her surroundings, needing to confirm a response from the Web Path so she could lead Uslan deeper into it in the most urgent situation.

When it comes to fighting for one's life, even escaping to those broken areas is better than dying.

This is the stronghold of the green-skinned orcs, and the location of the great warlord Bloodhowl Zak.

"We are now on the surface of a battle planet, and these greens have indeed developed technology that surpasses that of the battle moon."

After observing the surroundings, Lerell spoke in a strange tone.

From the Eldar's perspective, these green-skinned barbarians were in much better condition than the Eldar; at least they were genuinely recovering their strength.

After resting for a while, Uslan's condition had improved considerably.

His gaze turned toward the doorway, where a green-skinned orc, dressed impeccably and seemingly in some kind of exquisite formal attire, was waiting for them.

“I have been waiting for you for a long time, esteemed Eldar guest.”

The green-skinned orc spoke in the language of the Eldarin.

The elegant Eldar language flowed from his fanged mouth, and even with Uslan's discerning nature, he didn't detect the slightest awkwardness or strangeness.

“You are the best Orc I have ever seen who speaks Eldar,” Uslan said in timely praise.

"You flatter me. I am also proficient in human High Gothic, the ancient language of space necromancers, and the common languages ​​of most races."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Liszt Silvertongue."

"I am the chief diplomat of the Ghoul Orc Empire, responsible for communicating and visiting other races on behalf of our leaders and conveying the opinions of both sides."

This green-skinned orc named Lister was definitely the strangest guy Uslan had ever seen.

If it weren't for his distinctive orcish features—green skin, square jaw, and sharp fangs—Uslan might have mistaken him for a learned human empire diplomat with a deep-rooted family tradition.

Lister lacked the arrogance and wildness of ordinary green-skinned orcs; instead, he exuded an intellectual air.

His fangs, carefully polished and maintained, were as white as jade and gleamed with a subtle light, and even his dark green skin had a special emerald-like texture.

"Bloodhowl Zack has received specific information from Warlord Schwarzenegger, and he wants to discuss it with you in detail."

"About the alliance between us orcs and the Eldar, about how to deliver a fatal blow to those humans."

"Please hand over your weapons for safekeeping. This is for the safety of both of us."

Lister extended his hand to Uslan and Lereille.

“Prophet Uslan, and Veilwalker Leriel, please cooperate with my work.”

Liszt's voice was calm yet imposing, showing neither arrogance nor cowardice.

Uslan had no choice but to hand over his Staff of Asmar for safekeeping.

Leriel then pulled out various psionic weapons, hallucinogenic grenade launchers, mist vortex bombs, arcane amulets, and other items from his person.

"Ahem, the Shadow Prophet really has a full range of methods," Lister said quietly, his eyelids twitching involuntarily.

"You're carrying even more extravagant stuff than the last guy who was going to meet Boss Zack."

"The previous person?" Uslan, who seemed a little uncomfortable with his hands empty, frowned and asked Lister in return.

"Besides us, who else is going to meet with Boss Zack?"

He frantically searched his mind but couldn't find a suitable suspect.

That shouldn't be done, absolutely not.

Uslan keenly sensed something unusual, which carried a hint of unknown danger.

“Those were a few humans.” Lister paused, seemingly searching for the right adjective to describe them. “Humans tainted by warp energy. They called themselves messengers of the dark gods and diplomats of the Chaos Warmaster.”

Even with Liszt's demeanor and refinement, his eyes still betrayed his disdain for those humans.

"It sounds nice, but they are actually the minions of the chaotic forces, the pawns carrying out the warp's greedy ambitions toward the real universe."

“If they hadn’t also claimed to have important information and intelligence, we wouldn’t have let them in at all.”

"If you go now, you should still be able to run into them."

"After all, they had only been there a short time."

Lister winked at Uslan, even though as a green-skinned orc diplomat, his primary responsibility was to perform his duties.

Even so, he still had his own likes and dislikes. Between the Eldar, with whom he had some acquaintance, and the humans tainted by the power of Chaos, he certainly preferred the former.

“Thank you for informing me, Mr. Lister.” Uslan bowed to Lister, then quickly walked towards where Zack was.

The Eldar prophet was very unhappy that his plans had been disrupted.

The orc warlord's guard force was even larger, with hundreds of heavily armored leaders lined up neatly on both sides of the road, arrayed like the most elite soldiers.

Uslan even saw traces of those space undead in the weapons they were equipped with.

Phase swords, phase shields, and living metal armor were all mounted on the green-skinned orcs.

It must be said that most of the Space Necromancer's weapons have a ghostly green sheen, which makes them even more compatible with the dark green-skinned orcs than the Space Necromancers themselves.

This also means that these green-skinned orcs are even more terrifying in combat than before.

“I smell the stench of the warp, the stench of those human traitors,” Lerell said.

"I just don't know who Chaos Warmaster Abaddon sent to win over the greenskins."

"After all, the escape of the Kork orcs was directly related to them. These bastards have gone completely mad in their desire to take revenge on the human empire."

"He can't possibly come alone to the green-skinned orcs' stronghold to negotiate cooperation, can he?"

Uslan felt a dull throbbing in his temples; he had a bad feeling.

Bloodhowl Zac's palace was exceptionally luxurious and grand.

Rows of display cases lined both sides of the wall, containing the vast majority of the enemies he had defeated since conquering the Ghoul Stars, encased in an orc-like static field.

One of the large display cases also features a twisted, deformed, and blood-stained Iron Cavalry-style Terminator armor.

This is the display case of the orc warlord, showcasing Zak's pride and power to anyone who comes.

The floor and ceiling, cast in gold, gleamed brilliantly. Some musical boys, hidden in the shadows, played various instruments, creating a rugged atmosphere unique to orcs.

In the most prominent position, a huge Gorgon head with a red background and green markings hangs there, its terrifying fangs and bent metal horns revealing the Gorgon's extreme worship of Gorgon.

"Warlord Zak is an orc of the Goff clan. Perhaps we can use that as a starting point during the negotiations later."

Uslan realized he had to find a way to gain the trust of these orc warlords.

The Eldar prophet ventured deep into the palace and witnessed firsthand the legendary warlord Zak.

He sat solemnly on a throne made of the melted remains of space necromancers.

The orc warlord resided in a massive, arched niche, which, along with the throne, formed a harmonious whole, making him appear as if he occupied the entire world.

The meticulously crafted power armor is engraved with orcish language and exaggerated totems, while the phase power claws, shimmering with a ghostly green light, are even more awe-inspiring.

An extremely dense Oc green light was released, illuminating every corner of the royal court.

To the left of the orc warlord, three Chaos Astartes, also disarmed, seemed to be talking to Zak.

The green-skinned warlord nodded repeatedly, seemingly quite pleased.

One of the chaotic Astartes, with its extremely flamboyant, sky-piercing braid, immediately made Uslan shudder.

Damn, it really is Abaddon.

Putting aside everything else, this Chaos Warmaster was indeed incredibly brave. After all, once the green-skinned orcs turned their backs on them, even if they had extraordinary abilities, they wouldn't be able to leave this place alive.

In the stronghold of the green-skinned orcs, the power of the Second Brother of the Demon King was mysteriously protecting the place, shielding his leaders and warlords from asymmetrical attacks by hostile gods.

After all, those four Chaos Evil Gods often flipped the table after failing, showing they were not good at playing games.

Here, even if the Chaos God behind Abaddon wanted to reach out, he probably wouldn't be able to.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Warmaster, who was negotiating with Zak, also noticed the arrival of the Eldar.

He was still wearing that specially made Ironclad Terminator armor. The power armor, blessed by Vashtor, gleamed with an eerie glow, as if some living thing was twisting and writhing in his sight.

"Haha, let's see who's here—isn't this the prophet of Usvi's Ark, Eldrad Uslan?"

"You've also come to pay homage to the great greenskin warlord, Bloodhowl Zach? It seems great minds think alike."

Abaddon's tone and expressions were extremely exaggerated, especially his topknot, which swayed and bounced around, giving him a comical and ridiculous appearance.

This guy, after all, is the Chaos Warmaster, the spiritual leader of all those who betrayed Astartes.

How could someone be so shameless?
Although Uslan found it amusing, he dared not underestimate or mock Abaddon in the slightest.

Abaddon was one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade.

Although his martial arts skills were far inferior to those of the Black Knight Sigismund, his command abilities were also far inferior to those of Radoron.

But his abilities are undoubtedly among the top tier of Astartes.

Furthermore, after Horus's defeat and death, he rallied the remaining traitorous Space Marines, accomplishing what the other two of the Great Crusade Triumphs had failed to do.

Abaddon has become a leader; he is no longer the helmsman of a specific legion.

Sigismund and Radoron, no matter how powerful they are, are merely executors under the influence of the Primarch's will, not decision-makers like Abaddon.

Abaddon is now the leader of the Chaos Rebels, and his target is not even the Primarch, but the Lord of Man.

At this moment, Abaddon did not possess the ruthless aura of a Chaos Warmaster. Instead, he seemed more like a stray dog ​​forced into a corner, forced to fawn over the greenskin orcs.

But is that possible? Obviously not.

After retreating into the Eye of Fear, although they were unable to launch a counterattack against the human empire, they at least lived quite comfortably.

All of this is Abaddon's disguise, that damned man with the spiky hair, trying to fool the orc warlord.

“Abaddon, what are you doing here?” Uslan asked directly.

"You were chased by the human empire's pursuers and fled into the Eye of Terror. Now you have time to come looking for orcs?"

“I have heard that you have become the new Chaos Warmaster, but not all the rebels have submitted to you.”

“Tagus Dalavic, who holds the title of Lord of the Army, commands a significant portion of the Chaos Astartes, and he has always been hostile towards you.”

Uslan's question made Abaddon's eyes narrow into slits, and then he answered with his hands outstretched as if he didn't care at all.

"The Eldar prophet really knows a lot about us; he even knows about Dalavik."

“Daravic is indeed unwilling to join the Black Legion I founded, and unlike Angeltai, he is not content with his lot and has always been ambitious for my position.”

“But I have something more important to do now, which is to cooperate with Bloodhowl Zack to fight against the human empire.”

"Compared to this matter, my little problems are insignificant."

Abaddon deliberately used a dramatic, up-and-down intonation when he spoke, making his expression seem particularly flamboyant and exaggerated, but the green-skinned orcs fell for it.

Abaddon disguised himself as a farting clown, making the orc warlord sitting on the throne laugh heartily.

"Ha...haha!" Zack laughed so hard he could barely breathe, clutching his stomach with one hand.

"You're very interesting, you idiot."

"Is this the Chaos Warmaster whom those shrimps hate and are hostile to? Such a stupid guy, yet humans have been keeping a close eye on him and hunting him down."

"The only one who can fight the fart demon to a standstill is the snot demon. You humans are really laughable."

The orc warlord's laughter made the eardrums of the people in the room ache, as if they were being torn apart alive.

Uslan felt a chill in his heart. These chaotic lackeys were like venomous snakes that would bite, and they would not show any signs of aggression until they revealed their fangs.

He glanced at Abaddon's side, where the taller man was clad in the crimson power armor of the Thousand Sons. He carried a long, curved scimitar, and the imposing armor further accentuated his exceptional elegance.

The man's shoulder armor was adorned with sculptures of desert jackals' heads, echoing the golden patterns on his armor.

"The warrior of the Thousand Sons, who follows Abaddon, could it be the Thousand Sons wizard Iskandar Kayan?"

Fighting Chaos was Uslan's ultimate goal, which he never forgot until his death, and Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, and the extraordinary individuals around him were naturally the subjects of Uslan's investigation.

Behind Kayan followed a sinister figure with a bare scalp and face inscribed with chaotic scriptures written in the Kolchi script.

The Book of Luojia was branded on one side of his shoulder armor, while the other side featured a burning sun.

Just one glance at him made Uslan feel as if he had been stung by a deadly venomous scorpion, and his hair stood on end.

"It's actually Eribas, the most despicable and shameless being in the Dark Elf Clan. Even he feels like a pure and kind scoundrel after seeing him."

What Uslan was most unsure about was this Eribas. He immediately realized that Abaddon's appearance here must have been this guy's idea.

"Even if we can't achieve our original goal, it seems like killing Eribas wouldn't be a bad loss?"

Uslan spoke to the Shadow Prophet Leriel through psionic energy, asking him how confident he was in defeating Eribas.

“I don’t know.” Lerell was unusually unable to give an answer.

"This lackey of the Chaos God gives me the feeling that he is unfathomable. If the One-Horned One were to cooperate with me, I might be able to have a 90% chance of success."

The term "solo actor" refers to a solo actor in a clown troupe who specializes in playing the role of Slaanesh.

Each clown troupe can only have one clown, and these unique clowns share a common characteristic—their physical skills and fighting prowess are terrifyingly strong.

Even the Astartes warriors, whom humanity is so proud of, are no different from ordinary children in front of a unicorn, except for those named heroes.

"We've come this far, where am I supposed to find a unicorn to work with you? Forget it, let's stick to the original plan."

"Don't cause any unnecessary trouble, and don't provoke these chaotic forces."

Uslan sighed. Since there was no guarantee of victory, there was no need to take the risk.

Let's find out what Abaddon and his men are here for before we decide what to do.

The arrival of the Eldar was not expected by Abaddon, and he was not particularly interested in these cunning Eldar.

The Eldar were too weak. Even though Abaddon had betrayed the Empire, he still harbored a deep-seated hatred and contempt for the Xenomorphs.

Even when facing powerful green-skinned orcs, he could suppress his emotions for the sake of his grand plan, feigning compliance and flattery towards the orc warlords.

However, there is absolutely no need for this when facing the Eldar.

On the contrary, the Hand of Fate, Erebas, seemed to be silently pondering the Eldar's intentions, and gave Uslan a seemingly kind but fake smile.

"Your Excellency Bloodhowl Zack, you do indeed possess immense power, but the human empire should never be underestimated."

"Although the human False Emperor, the ruler of the Empire, has ascended the Golden Throne and no longer guides humanity, the Primarchs still roam the world."

"Humans and the Astartes Legion led by Primarchs are completely different from those without Primarchs."

"That's why we've come to seek opportunities for cooperation to help you fight against the human empire."

Abaddon spoke with great conviction, as if he were speaking with utmost sincerity and earnestness.

"Humph!"

The orc warlord put away his arrogant smile, and a cunning and wise glint appeared in his huge eyes.

"Since you are so weak, why should we cooperate with you?"

"Don't forget, you are the lackeys of the warp."

"And we green-skinned orcs are equally at odds with the Warp; those damned Chaos Gods have a deep-seated conflict with us orcs!"

The more powerful the orc, the more cunning they become under the influence of waaagh energy.

Despite the seemingly mindless and foolish behavior of Abaddon and his companions in his presence, he knew perfectly well that this was merely a gesture of goodwill from these humans.

Although some of the bad shrimp are weak, none of them are stupid, because the stupid ones have long been eaten or killed by the other bad shrimp.

Zack knew all too well the power of the human empire.

If Abaddon were to say that the human empire was weak, it would be an insult to the intelligence of the green-skinned orcs, and he would simply kill this eyesore of a fool.

Orcs may be reckless, but they are by no means stupid.

At this moment, both sides are pretending to be harmless, frantically testing each other's attitude.

"Why cooperate?" Abaddon suddenly revealed an excited smile.

"Actually, we've been cooperating for a long time. Your boss, Kirk, was someone we personally released from the Solemnas crypt world."

"In this respect, you should actually thank our Black Legion. After all, without our efforts, you would not have been able to unify the entire Ghoul Stars."

Upon hearing Abaddon's answer, Zach was stunned and pondered its credibility.

To be honest, he really didn't know where his boss came from.

Back when he was just an ordinary Greenskin warlord on Greenskin Star, the Kork Orcs suddenly descended from the sky, like a prophet from ancient legends descending upon the world.

Kirk da Vinci also avoided talking about his origins, and the other green-skinned orcs simply assumed that he was indeed a prophet sent by Brother Gou Mao to give the orcs enlightenment.

Now that Abaddon has revealed the truth, Zach immediately began to wonder how credible it was.

He abruptly rose from his throne and, with a speed completely disproportionate to his size, grabbed Abaddon between his phase-powered claws.

The Phase-Powered Claws, enhanced by the Great Technique Einstein, are incredibly sharp, possessing terrifying destructive power that is virtually indestructible.

However, Abaddon, whose life hung in the balance with the orc warlord, remained fearless.

He even straightened his neck and stared directly into Zach's huge eyes.

"It's true, it's true. If you don't believe me, just ask around."

"I'm here to seek cooperation, not to court death!"

"You can question my stance, but don't question my intelligence."

“Cooperation…” Zack released Abaddon from his grasp, and the heavy Iron Cavalry Terminator slammed onto the floor with a dull, loud thud.

"Since you're all here to collaborate, let's all share how we'd like to collaborate."

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. If you can convince me, we can cooperate naturally."

"You two are now in competition. I will cooperate with whoever offers more incentives."

The orc warlord's intentions were crystal clear: he wanted to see Abaddon and Utlan attack and antagonize each other.

Anyway, the green-skinned orcs are now on the offensive, and they don't care how they want to torment the humans and Eldar.

“You go first, Prophet Uslan,” Abaddon said to the Eldar after exchanging a glance with Eribas, feigning humility.

Uslan did not refuse; he simply walked up to Bloodhowl Zak and performed a greeting from the Eldar.

"My purpose in coming here is to represent our Eldar in forming an alliance with the nobles to fight against the ever-expanding human empire in the galaxy."

"After all, our Spirit Race's manpower is far too scarce, unlike your Green-skinned Orcs who have such a large and powerful force."

"The situation is gradually deteriorating, and we are powerless to do anything about it. We can only ask for help from Boss Zack."

Uslan's flattery immediately pleased Zak, as the orc warlord was indeed very satisfied with the current state of his race.

Under the leadership of the Kork orcs, they have built more than a dozen war planets, one for each orc warlord as their forward base.

Some have even begun to call this the Orcs' Great Crusade.

As for the Battle Moon, they built a large number of them. After the Greenskin Orcs unified the country, they stopped fighting among themselves and unleashed a terrifying productivity, giving them a huge numerical advantage.

In contrast, the Eldar are merely a dying race clinging to life, and they might be wiped out at any moment.

The praise from fellow ancient creations delighted the orc warlords.

"But we Eldar have been rooted in the galaxy for 60 million years. We are extremely familiar with every corner of this place. We have an intelligence advantage that you do not have, and our network can complement yours."

“Your Waaagh Gate and the Web Path we use are not exactly the same thing. After all, when the Ancient Saints assigned tasks to our two races, our roles were not the same.”

When the ancient saints built the Web, ancient beastmen, ancient spirits, and other ancient races contributed their strength to the Web project.

However, each race has different talents and advantages, and their understanding of the net way also varies.

"With our help, your army will be able to move more freely through the network channels across the galaxy, instead of being stuck in the ghoul constellation like it is now."

Zach lowered his head in deep thought, considering how much benefit an alliance with the Eldar could bring.

“A tempting offer, Prophet,” Abaddon said at that moment.

"But I don't seem to have heard anything that can provide immediate help. After all, your promises are all just words. Can you really unify the opinions of so many Eldar Arks, or even the Dark Eldar?"

"I don't think so."

"Forgive my bluntness, but the Eldar, this equally great and ancient race, disintegrated long ago in the cries of the Dark Prince's birth."

"If you can really unite, even if you can't rebuild the empire, it will at least be much better than your current predicament."

Abaddon appears to be praising the Eldar, but in reality, he is subtly mocking their disorganized state.

This former son of Horus, the company commander, was never known for his eloquence; he left the impression of being fierce and fearless in battle.

Compared to other members of the former Shadowmoon Council, Abaddon always seemed to be the simpleton who did the work but didn't use his brain, but not liking to use his brain didn't mean he couldn't use it.

Now he bears an even greater responsibility—he must be a good Chaos Warmaster, uniting all the enemies of the false emperor in order to overthrow the false emperor from the golden throne.

Abaddon is pushing himself to overcome his past weaknesses and become competent in every aspect of his role.

"I have a plan that can immediately disrupt the fighting power and cohesion of the puppet emperor's army."

"After the false emperor ascended the golden throne, the accumulated contradictions within the human empire were not resolved."

The conflict between Astartes, the conflict between Astartes and mortals, the conflict between mortals, the conflict between Holy Terra and other human worlds…

“These are all assets we can leverage, and with the right leverage, we can achieve results far beyond our imagination.”

"Guilliman, the ruler of the five hundred worlds of Otrama, is the one who maintained this vast empire after Makado left, using his outstanding political skills to quell and divert conflicts from all sides."

"I heard that he overruled opposition at the High Lords Council and pushed for the implementation of the Space Bridge, which can bypass subspace and travel faster than light."

When Abaddon mentioned Guilliman, he showed no contempt or arrogance. Regardless of Guilliman's character, he was a Primarch who stood shoulder to shoulder with Horus.

His loyalty during the great rebellion largely determined the outcome of the war.

"Guilliman is so important to the Empire that his prestige is enough to subdue all the high lords, making them relinquish their power and temporarily unite to fight against the Greenskins' attack."

Abaddon's lips curled into a sly smile, hinting at some kind of conspiracy.

"Guilliman's existence is a huge advantage for humanity. The human species is naturally accustomed to relying on a leader. Before it was the False Emperor, and now it is Guilliman."

Uslan's heart began to race; he had realized that Abaddon's plot was aimed at Guilliman.

But how is he going to ambush Guilliman?
Suddenly, Uslan remembered some outrageous things that this Lord of Limits had done in Alteramar.

Guilliman was criticized by countless Imperials for his ambition, and this criticism was not unfounded.

"Gentlemen, do you know about the Second Empire?"

Abaddon slowly uttered the sentence that Uslan least wanted to hear.

The Chaos Warmaster's face was full of smugness, a mixture of joy and excitement at finally finding Guilliman's fatal weakness.

In terms of the actual power wielded by both sides, even if Abaddon split himself into ten, he still wouldn't be a match for the Empire of Man.

Only when you stand on the opposite side of this vast galactic empire can you truly understand its fear.

Even just by virtue of its immense size, it is enough to crush most of its opponents.

"The Second Empire?" the orc warlord muttered the term.

"Yes, it is the Second Empire. This is a little secret belonging to Guilliman, Lane Johnson, and Saint Gilles, but now we know it."

"There are no secrets in the world, especially since the dark gods are on our side."

"When Luo Jia launched the Shadow Expedition, causing turmoil in the five hundred worlds, Guilliman once thought that the Empire was finished and the Emperor had been killed by Horus. So, under the instigation and pressure of those mortals, he established the Second Empire."

A vicious venom flowed from Abaddon's mouth.

"No matter what their reasons or predicaments may be, the facts are the facts. Haven't they always touted themselves as being loyal and unwavering?"

"How hypocritical these Primarchs are! When their magnificent facades are torn away, revealing their inner wretches, what turmoil will plunge the human Empire into? And how will the rest of humanity view them?"

"This is my suggestion, Warlord Zach. As long as you send your intelligence lads throughout the galaxy to spread the glorious deeds of the Second Empire, it will surely play a huge role."

Abaddon bowed slightly, and a flame powerful enough to set the galaxy ablaze slowly appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)