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

Chapter 778 Duke Zhou's Fear of Rumors (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Uslan had to admit that the harm caused by Abaddon's vicious plot was greater than that of a Space Marine who had betrayed the Legion.

Faced with the Empire's current strength, even if Abaddon, with the favor of the Chaos Gods, brought the newly fallen Shadowmoon Wolves from another timeline, he wouldn't be able to cause much of a stir.

The human empire has now recovered from the war: brand new equipment, brand new warships, and even the Astartes are undergoing a reforging and upgrade, not to mention the Iron Legion eyeing it covetously.

The era of the Great Expedition is over, and humanity's overall strength is now far greater than before.

However, Abaddon's plot about a "second empire" would penetrate the empire's powerful military strength and strike directly at the most sensitive and fragile aspect of trust within the empire.

The righteous and awe-inspiring Guilliman had also betrayed the Empire, as had Ryan Johnson, who claimed absolute loyalty and no secrets, and Saint Gilles, the Emperor's most holy son. They too had their hypocritical and deceitful sides.

It can be said that the more worship and faith the people of the Empire have in the Primarch, the greater the blow they will suffer when they learn about the darker aspects of their idol.

The higher you're lifted up, the harder you'll fall.

Trust is the strongest yet most fragile thing in the world.

Once suspicion begins to spread, the situation can spiral out of control.

The saying goes, "The Duke of Zhou feared rumors, and Wang Mang was humble before his usurpation."

If humanity doubts even its loyal Primarch and cannot fully trust him, it will deal a fatal blow to the cohesion of the entire empire.

Conquering cities is secondary; winning hearts and minds is paramount. Abaddon's goal was to destroy the hearts of humanity, and specifically, the hearts of Guilliman.

"You really are rotten to the core, Abaddon with your spiky ponytail," Bloodhowl Zach exclaimed in admiration.

"We need a cunning accomplice like you. No matter how despicable or shameless a guy is, he's not as immoral as you. May your son be born without an anus!"

“I really…” Zack stomped his foot on the floor and said heavily, “I fucking love you so much!”

"So the son of that big golden guy has so many wicked thoughts too. He's just like us green-skinned orcs."

Even the weakest of the beastmen dream of one day becoming the most powerful orc warlord, receiving cheers and worship from countless orcs.

"That genetic prototype called Radish Head Muscle Man is an ambitious kid who wants to replace the Golden Giant!"

When Zack uttered Guilliman's name, Uslan and Abaddon simultaneously felt their faces twitch in perfect unison.

It's so strange, really so strange.

"We'll do as you say, but since you have such a good idea, why don't you do it yourself?"

"Could it be that you've planted some kind of trap to ensnare us?"

Zack calmed down from his excitement and asked with a hint of suspicion.

He also witnessed firsthand how formidable Abaddon was, a seemingly honest and kind man who was actually a cunning and wicked scoundrel.

If Abaddon is so ruthless towards humans, can he really cooperate well with the green-skinned orcs?

A lion doesn't mind cooperating with a jackal, but it will be wary of a venomous snake lurking nearby.

Abaddon once again donned that harmless expression, staring into the orc warlord's eyes, and spoke with utmost sincerity.

“Boss Zack, this kind of powerful weapon can only be used once, and it will only be most effective when used at a critical moment.”

“If we had used this tactic earlier, given Guilliman’s control over the Empire, he could have easily eliminated the threat posed by the scandal through physical silence.”

Abaddon spoke as he walked, using his body language to enhance credibility.

"But things are different now. Guilliman has adopted a high-handed approach to managing the empire in order to seize power from the high lords."

“He mobilized all the Astartes Legions and all the Astral Legions.”

"All of humanity is watching the developments in the war, and also Guilliman's response."

“Any rumors or flaws that arise at this time will be amplified by those ambitious people among humanity and become the best weapon to attack Guilliman.”

“We simply handed him a knife, and someone else will naturally stab him in the chest, causing him unbearable pain.”

At this moment, Abaddon was like a master strategist, meticulously analyzing the various forces and powers within the human empire and stirring up existing conflicts.

"Secondly, we do not have the means or power to spread this message in every corner of the human empire."

Abaddon shook his head helplessly and continued.

"The Empire's cleanup forces are cleaning up the minions of the Warp Gods. The emergence of Blackrock anti-phantom technology has made corruption and contamination much more difficult."

"Most of the power I can control has retreated to the Eye of Fear. Apart from that, we only have manpower in places like the Great Vortex where natural subspace rifts exist."

"The Empire is exceptionally sensitive and excited about the power of the Warp. Once we begin our plans, it won't be long before we attract Imperial hunters with noses more sensitive than brass hounds."

"No one dares to act rashly without a sure chance of victory."

Zach understood what the other person meant; it was indeed very reasonable.

"We have the Waaagh Gate, which allows for faster-than-light travel, and we can also rapidly deploy our mobile forces through the network, thus spreading messages throughout the human empire."

"Perhaps we don't have enough power to conquer those empires' worlds, but spreading rumors is not difficult."

"Your idea is awesome! I can't wait to see those human shrimps' faith collapse and their cries of despair."

Zach stroked Abaddon's topknot with satisfaction, as if petting a cute little pet.

Abaddon, who is about three meters tall, does indeed look very small and cute next to the orc warlord who is more than ten meters tall.

Uslan felt a sudden wave of dizziness, unsure whether he was pained by the impending attacks on Guilliman or amazed by Abaddon's remarkable forbearance.

He felt extremely awkward. Compared to Abaddon's insidious and vicious psychological tactics, the conditions that their Eldar could offer were clearly much inferior.

After all, his goal was to gain the trust of the ancient orcs and infiltrate their ranks to inform the outside world, so he couldn't possibly use any underhanded methods to deal with humans.

Should I leave or stay?

Uslan thought to himself through gritted teeth, but on the surface he had to put on a calm and collected demeanor.

He tried to ask Leriel, who was standing to the side, but the Shadow Prophet stood there like a mere follower and bodyguard.

The prophet hardened his heart, unwilling to suffer any more humiliation from the green-skinned orcs, and resolutely walked back towards the gate he had come from.

He was going to take a gamble.

Just as Uslan was about to walk out the door and leave, Zach finally spoke.

"Hey, wait a minute, Eldar prophet! Why are you leaving?"

Zach called out to Uslan, while the prophet turned around and looked at the warlord with a puzzled expression.

"Boss, you're not saying that you only need one side to become a partner. I've already figured out what we can offer, and it's not as good as this Chaos War General."

"Don't take what I said to heart, it was just a joke."

"Just trying to liven things up."

"Hahahaha!"

Zach showed no shame or embarrassment and immediately contradicted himself.

"It's normal for us orcs to joke around, right? You're all friends who came to us for cooperation. We treat our friends with wine and meat, and we treat jackals with big guns."

"If you leave like this, you're disrespecting me and Oak!"

"..."

Uslan was truly speechless. These green-skinned orcs completely regarded being untrustworthy and going back on their word as a virtue.

They are even more untrustworthy than the Spirit Race!
"This was just a small test, and you have all passed it."

Zach grabbed Abaddon with one hand and held Uslan's hand with the other, linking the Orcs, Eldar, and Chaos Space Marines together.

This bizarre combination, under these strange circumstances, has created a special kind of balance.

“The boy with the spiky hair has too many bad ideas, while the Eldar have channels to travel to all parts of the galaxy. You two complement each other perfectly.”

"As long as you serve us orcs well, as partners, you will have a place in the future galaxy."

"As the great warlord of the orcs, I assure you that I will not break my promise this time."

Zack, mimicking the image of his former boss, Kirk, made promises to his two collaborators.

Abaddon grasped Zach's large hands with both of his, seemingly feeling exceptionally excited and joyful about this collaboration.

Uslan forced himself to control the muscles in his face and smiled in agreement.

"Since it's all a misunderstanding, let's talk it out. From now on, we're all allies."

"I wonder if I would have the honor of meeting Boss Kirk? I have long admired him."

Uslan asked, and Zak simply nodded calmly.

“You are certainly qualified to meet the great orc leader, but not now.”

"The most important thing now is to tell all the humans in the galaxy that the Second Empire, and Carrot Head Muscle Man, is a hidden traitor."

"If you successfully complete this mission, perhaps I will take you to meet the leader."

“Our boss, Kirk, is extremely busy. If you haven’t made any contributions, why should you see him?”

Zach now understands the benefits of making empty promises, and he immediately made another one, secretly pleased with himself.

Uslan felt helpless, but since they needed the green-skinned orcs' help, he had no choice but to agree.

"The three of us were allies before the fall of the Human Empire. I can't guarantee what will happen after that, but until then, you are my friends, Bloodhowl Zack."

After saying this, the orc warlord got up and left, disappearing without a trace accompanied by a large group of heavily armored leaders.

“Prophet Ida, now we are partners.”

"I hope to receive more guidance from you."

Abaddon showed no sign of instinctive aversion to the aliens; instead, he moved closer to Uslan, wanting to shake his hand and build rapport.

However, how could Uslan possibly coexist with this treacherous serpent? He took two steps back, and the Shadow Prophet Leriel immediately blocked his way.

"We are merely seeking cooperation with the greenskins for our own interests; we have no connection whatsoever."

Uslan said coldly and without any politeness.

"You lackeys of the warp, do you really think you can escape unscathed from the clutches of the Chaos God?"

"The subspace may not win, but it will never lose, and if you take one wrong step, you will fall into an abyss of no return!"

“That’s not right.” Before Abaddon could answer, Irebas stepped forward.

"Subspace, or rather chaos, is the answer to everything."

All life is intimately connected to the subspace; every wave in the sea of ​​souls is a projection of countless cosmic lives.

"You can't completely resist it, and the result of doing so is to become like those space ghosts, reduced to bones in a graveyard."

Eribus is the chief priest of the Legion of Word Bearers and a preacher by Primarch Logar's side. His debating skills are definitely among the top three in the Legion.

Even the Primarch himself would change his mind under the dual reverberation of Eribus and Colfalen.

Even a pseudo-emperor needs to draw power from the subspace.

The twenty-one Primarchs were created by him using the "Spark" he stole from the Warp, combined with his bio-genetic technology.

"But he betrayed the Chaos Gods by trying to break the agreement, and now he's ended up sitting on the Golden Throne."

"So what if someone as powerful as a pseudo-emperor is an enemy of the warp? They still meet a miserable end."

Iribas spoke eloquently and began to debate with Uslan.

“You have a deep misunderstanding of the warp. Even the Chaos Gods have a good side. How they are depends on how you view them.”

"Khorne also possesses courage, Tzeentch also possesses wisdom, Nurgle possesses life, and Slaanesh possesses beautiful emotions."

"The Chaos Gods are the Warp, but the Warp is not the Chaos Gods. If you can follow me and believe in the primordial truth, even the Prince of Pleasure will no longer be able to do anything to you."

"The Chaos Gods have always been hostile to each other. The war between the Brass Arena and the Crystal Labyrinth has never ended, and the Six Rings Silver Palace and the Plague Gardens have an even deeper grudge."

“If you were willing to serve under other powerful beings of Chaos, even Slaanesh might not be able to do anything to you.”

Irebus wasn't just making things up.

The Eldar fear nothing more than falling into the hands of Slaanesh, and even the annihilation of their souls is, in fact, the most humane form of liberation for the Eldar.

However, they sought refuge with other Chaos Gods to avoid being hunted down by Slaanesh...

This sounds like it actually makes some sense, but it's also a very weird kind of logic.

Using Khonoredevils to fight Slaanesh is like using one wolf to devour another; in the end, the soul doesn't fall into the hands of the Blood God, but instead sinks into endless slaughter and bloodlust.

Uslan's face turned ugly, and he snorted coldly, refusing to respond to Irebas's fallacious reasoning.

Irebas looked smugly at Uslan as he got up and left. Although he couldn't figure out what the other man was there for, even just by intuition, he sensed that something was wrong.

The Eldar's reasoning was too perfect, and perfection itself is an anomaly.

"Forget about those spirit race members. What use are these clowns now?"

Abaddon watched Uslan's departing figure and said slowly.

"With the green-skinned orcs drawing the humans' attention and firepower, we can finally seize this opportunity to carry out our truly important plan."

Abaddon clenched his fists, suppressing his excitement.

"The Empire is not important; we can never possibly kill all the humans in the Empire."

It was too enormous; trying to save or kill this decaying corpse was a hopeless endeavor.

The important thing is that we must kill the false emperor. Once we destroy the body the emperor left on the Golden Throne, his essential power in the warp will be completely out of control.

"At that time, infinite death and true end will awaken, devouring all humanity in the universe, thus achieving our ultimate goal."

Abaddon has learned the truth about the Emperor from the Chaos Gods: beneath the glorious appearance of the Lord of Man lies a terrifying being known as the Dark Lord.

When the Lord of Darkness awakens, everything will face its reckoning and end.

……

Uslan returned to Skullshatter immediately after agreeing to Bloodhowl Zak's request to use Eldar channels to spread news of the Second Empire.

With the authorization and orders of the great warlord Zak, Uslan can freely deploy the green-skinned orcs of Skullcrusher, including warlord Schwarzenegger, to carry out missions.

This infiltrator warlord's discipline was so strict that it was almost unbelievable for a green-skinned orc.

Under Uslan's orders, he selected a large number of well-trained Evil Sun Clan youths from his ranks.

The Evil Sun Clan is practically the white scar among orcs. These green-skinned kids, who love racing and have speed and recklessness flowing in their blood, are the perfect candidates to spread rumors.

As long as they are given a chance to speed, even if they are about to be smashed to pieces, they would do it willingly.

Summoned by the infiltrator warlord, the Evil Sun Boy and the Speed ​​Freaks gathered together.

These green-skinned orcs, all suffering from severe ADHD, couldn't stay still for a moment, even in front of the orc warlords.

They were either jumping around, looking at their surroundings, or chattering about whether their boss was going to give them the newest and most amazing motorcycles.

The burly guy drove his cool and awesome punk motorcycle into the scene.

These vehicles, modified by the mechanic boy's ingenious ideas, have engines so noisy they can shatter human eardrums.

They are covered with sharp metal protrusions, and large-caliber long-range weapons are mounted on both sides, ready to fire at any time.

The young man with a car proudly showed off his ride, while the young man without a car was so jealous that he broke his fingers. He even crawled behind the engine that was spewing black smoke, just to enjoy a breath of motorcycle exhaust.

"I need another group of Bloodaxe Clan lads who must be proficient in disguise and infiltration so that we can better and continuously spread this message in the human world."

Uslan spoke coldly to Schwarzenegger, who was cooperating with him.

“Sure, that’s not difficult.” The infiltrator warlord agreed to Uslan’s idea without hesitation. He couldn’t afford to ruin Boss Zack’s big plan, or the consequences would be dire.

"And I can take these green-skinned orcs out, but that doesn't mean I can bring them back. After they finish delivering the message, they will be discovered and killed by humans."

"Don't underestimate humans. Those in power will definitely try their best to suppress the news, after all, they can't withstand the pressure from the imperial commander."

Uslan warned again that no matter how many green-skinned orcs went on this mission, the final outcome would be certain death.

Of course, in the luckiest circumstances, some of them are able to wage guerrilla warfare on human planets and successfully establish themselves and survive.

"That's it?" Schwarzenegger looked at the Eldar prophet in surprise. "I thought it was something more. It's just death."

"I never expected them to come back, or for them to die a meaningful death. I have no problem with that for those green-skinned kids."

Schwarzenegger raised his voice and yelled at the boys.

"Kids, if I gave you super cool motorcycles and took you on a one-way super 'waaagh' adventure, would you be interested?"

The noisy scene immediately fell silent.

The mischievous Japanese boys, who were playfully bickering, all turned their heads and stared intently at their leader, Schwarzenegger.

Their eyes were frighteningly fanatical.

It was as if a mute button had been pressed in their ears, completely eliminating the noise interference.

The orc boys had only a few keywords left in their minds: super cool motorcycles, and waaagh!

The next second, they all screamed. Even Uslan had to use his psionic powers to protect his head from being blown off by the ultra-high frequency noise.

"Waaagh!"

"I want the coolest, most dazzling, and fastest car!"

"It must be painted red; that's the most important thing!"

"Red with horns, three times the speed!"

None of the evil kids cared about death; they only cared about having a good time racing.

"Damn it, a bunch of brainless idiots!" Uslan cursed inwardly. These green-skinned orcs were probably the happiest and most carefree creatures in this dark universe.

The number of Evil Sun Kids on the entire Skullshattering Star could be counted in the hundreds of millions, but the number of people needed to complete this task was far too small.

So, in order to compete for the chance to die on war motorcycles, the Evil Sun Kids didn't hesitate to fight each other.

Driven by competitiveness and intense desire, quite a few green-skinned boys even completed their transformation, turning into evil sun giants under the amplification of waaagh energy.

After two weeks of screening and refining, Uslan finally obtained a guerrilla force of about 100,000 members from the Evil Sun Clan.

These green-skinned orcs are all excellent drivers, and they are all equipped with superb racing cars built by the mechanics.

Aside from the lack of brakes and the possibility of the engine overheating and exploding, these vehicles have almost no drawbacks, which the Evil Sun Kids might see as an advantage.

Each high-speed motorcycle is equipped with a main driver, a co-driver, and a Bloodaxe Clan member hanging in the back to operate the powerful onboard weapons to attack enemies.

“In that case, we’ll take our leave.” Seeing that the green-skinned orcs were ready, Uslan bid farewell to Boss Schwarzenegger.

The infiltrator warlord used an alloy dagger to cut a bloody gash on his cheek, then used the seeping blood to draw a strange totem on Uslan's armor.

"With Brother Mao's protection, you will surely be able to complete the mission successfully."

After spending time with Uslan, Schwarzenegger also developed a very good impression of the Eldar prophet.

The other person was one of the few who could communicate with him on the same wavelength, and he cherished that connection.

Besides the green-skinned orcs, Uslan was also accompanied by some tribe warriors who had disembarked from Eldar warships.

These beings, known as the Shining Spears, pilot jet motorcycles and serpentine vehicles. Their sleek and elegant anti-gravity vehicles look completely different from the shabby ones of the green-skinned orcs.

The proud Eldar knights deliberately distanced themselves from the green-skinned orcs, intending to act as navigators and guide them through the net tunnels to find the right path.

Orcs are not Kolk orcs after all; they do not have the latter's ability to move freely in the net tunnels.

Even the Spirit Race itself, if it rashly rushes into it, will most likely be completely lost in the Infinite Web.

Uslan divided the Eldar jet motorcycle squads into groups, with each squad carrying hundreds to thousands of Fel Sun Orcs.

"These are the spatial coordinates of our target planet. Remember to store them in the psionic crystals of the jet motorcycles as navigation references."

The Eldar prophet was very meticulous. Most of the target planets he gave to the green-skinned orcs were located in the Ultramar 500 worlds in the Extreme Starfield.

Since these are all pieces of news that are detrimental to Guilliman, it is only natural to place them in his headquarters to minimize their impact.

However, to avoid arousing suspicion from the green-skinned orcs, he still chose some planets in places like the Sun Starfield and the Hazy Starfield as starting points for spreading rumors.

The massive joint motorcycle convoy followed the net gate opened by Uslan and charged straight in with the throttle floored.

The deafening roar of the jet motorcycle engines sounded like the howling of a dragon, while the green-skinned orcs watched with envy as these lucky guys got to have their fun.

Upon entering the network space, the various jet motorcycle squads immediately turned onto different side roads, and the originally large force suddenly became sparse.

The space and time within the network are difficult to judge using common sense.

Many times, what appears to be a narrow passageway can actually be wide enough for a spaceship to pass through without any obstruction once you get closer.

The surface of the net track is not a hard surface in the conventional sense, but rather a special material that is soft and elastic.

The boys raced wildly through the endless net, the shimmering, dazzling colors stimulating their senses.

They practically drove their jet motorcycles like flying vehicles, reveling in squeezing out every last bit of potential and converting it into speed.

Even with such bumps and maneuvers, not a single unlucky soul was left on the green-skinned orc's vehicle.

These carefully selected young men from the evil sun naturally wouldn't allow themselves to fall here like this.

Meanwhile, Uslan was leading a large squad of greenskins toward Macragge, the homeworld of the Ultramarines.

"Guilliman, this is all I can do for you," the Eldar prophet murmured to himself.

Using the network, the greenskins swiftly traversed the vast distance from the Ghoul Cluster to Macragge.

Meanwhile, on the frigid plateau crisscrossed by the Macuragna Mountains, a gleaming gateway to the web quietly appeared in the physical universe.

The surface of Macurag, the core planet of Otlamar, is covered by frigid plateau terrain, with three-quarters of its area occupied by these mountains.

The rest of the land is covered by shimmering blue oceans, along with scattered basins and plains.

Guilliman did not undertake large-scale construction on his homeworld, building numerous foundries and hive worlds. Instead, he tried his best to control the population and preserve more of the natural scenery.

Macurag is undoubtedly the most peaceful and safest planet within the territory ruled by the Ultramarines.

However, this fact was abruptly shattered when the Evil Sun Orcs' roaring motorcycles burst out of the Netway gate.

The speed demons laughed wildly as they began to race across the complex, gravelly terrain of the Makula Plateau.

Their jet motorcycles are equipped with signal transmitters built by Big Tech, which can continuously broadcast signals in all directions.

Coupled with the orcs' unique ability to think, these broadcast signals can even spread rapidly through the human thought network like a virus.

"Guilliman is a hidden traitor!"

"The Secret of the Second Reich!"

"Ultimate Warriors, Dark Angels, and Holy Blood Angels have betrayed the Emperor!"

Broadcast signals brimming with gimmicks were broadcast everywhere by the green-skinned orcs' motorcycle squads.

The tranquil Macurag suddenly became lively.

From ordinary people to nobles and high-ranking officials, and even within the Ultramarines' legion channels, the incredibly noisy yet remarkably clear broadcasts of the green-skinned orcs filled the airwaves.

Indramyad, who was in charge of staying behind in Macurag, reacted in the shortest possible time.

"By Guilliman, where on earth did these orcs come from?!"

Half of this hero's face was replaced with high-strength ceramic made by the Mechanicus, a mark left from a long time ago when he was wounded in war.

But now, both Lamiad's physical eyes and his prosthetic eyes are blazing with real fury.

"How dare they spread the story of the Second Reich everywhere? Kill them, immediately!"

"Suppress the news! That's an order!"

The Ultramarines stationed in Macragge immediately became agitated. A dense swarm of Stormbirds and Thunderhawk gunships, along with a Skyhound mech-based aerial raiding squadron, headed straight for the Greenskin Orcs.

There's no time to think about where the green-skinned orcs came from; the most important thing is to immediately cover up the truth and stop these rumors from spreading.

For the furious Ultramarines, wiping out a small group of Sun Orcs wasn't too much of a hassle.

These green-skinned orcs, who had traveled thousands of light-years to Macurag just for a race, were all blasted into the sky by the Ultramarines' high-energy laser cannons.

However, once the message was sent out, it could not be stopped; countless humans already knew the content of the broadcasts that the green-skinned orcs were frantically sending out.

Despite the Ultramarines issuing statements explaining that it was all a conspiracy by the Greenskin Orcs.

However, the human world outside the Ultramarines' control is beyond their reach.

Suddenly, Guilliman, the only Primarch to date to be exposed to the public eye, found himself in an incredibly large political vortex.

(End of this chapter)