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

Chapter 790 Guilliman: Rebellion Against the Heavenly Gang (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Guilliman realized that he seemed to have overestimated himself.

His absolute confidence in himself led him step by step into the logical trap meticulously woven by the young debater before him.

Putting aside any preconceived notions, what the other person said does make a lot of sense: whether it's a coincidence or not, humans and orcs share striking similarities in many ways.

Human history is too short, while the green-skinned orcs are an ancient race that emerged more than 60 million years ago, at the end of the War of Heaven.

Despite the many hardships they have endured, and the former Kork orcs have degenerated into Ork orcs, they still possess an extremely profound heritage.

At least until now, the ancient technology hidden in the Orc bloodline genes has not been fully unearthed.

Under the combined suppression of the Necromancers and the Eldar, they never formed a sufficiently large, stable, and prosperous Galactic Empire.

Without sufficient quantity and scale, their technology cannot be fully declassified.

The Orcish Empire of Ulanor had its best chance yet: the Adarin had awakened the Slaanesh through millennia of reckless indulgence, bringing them to the brink of extinction, and the Necromancers of the space were also experiencing increasing malfunctions and damage over time.

However, they unfortunately encountered the human empire, which had just risen from its historical low and was now at its zenith, launching another great expedition.

This is why the green-skinned orcs, a race with theoretically unlimited potential, often end up merely appearing in the background of other races, becoming stepping stones.

However, if we insist on debating whether humans and green-skinned orcs are related, then we encounter another unsolved problem.

Where did humans come from, and who created them?

Even Guilliman was unsure whether humanity had any connection to the ancient creators who had long since vanished.

After all, the fact that humans could give birth to emperors, such an incomprehensible being, is itself a very absurd thing.

A mere young race born in the ruins of the universe has actually managed to give birth to a great being capable of fighting against the Chaos God in both the real universe and the warp.

If we were to attribute the origin of humankind to ancient saints, Guilliman even felt it wasn't impossible.

Of course, Guilliman could never voice these thoughts.

Human beings must maintain their purity, as this is the cornerstone of the existence of the human race.

“You’re just being sophistical, Gerud.”

The Primarch's voice was like a sharp blade being tempered in a forge, incomparably resounding and unwavering.

"To equate superficial similarity with essential identity is such a mechanical metaphysical idea."

"Humans and orcs do have a lot in common, but these are similarities that have gradually evolved as dominant races have adapted to their environment."

"Just like in the natural environment, two worlds that are extremely different may exhibit similar evolutionary phenomena due to the similarity of their environments."

"If we want to survive in this incredibly dark galaxy, we must move forward at all costs."

"The paths we take may have commonalities, but does that mean we become the same kind of people just because we've taken similar paths? In this vast world, how can such a thing be true?"

Guilliman, quick-witted and logically clear-thinking, began to dismantle the logical traps his opponent had set for him.

He was like a seasoned bomb disposal expert, meticulously unraveling the logical traps hidden within the bombs left behind by the green-skinned orcs.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have been completely misled and wouldn't know where to begin their argument.

Once you lose your goal and direction, it means you have already lost the debate.

But he is Guilliman, the Primarch who is most skilled in debate and philosophical thought.

Trying to take him down at this level? Impossible!

“You have many points of view, so I will refute them one by one according to your arguments.”

Guilliman's voice grew louder, loud enough for the green-skinned orcs to hear his reply even from a great distance.

"First of all, regarding war and belligerence, this is the main theme of our universe."

"In the dark galaxy, there is only war. I ask you all, among the races that still exist today, how many are truly free from war?"

"You have reversed cause and effect. It is not that all civilizations in the universe are warlike, but that all non-warlike civilizations have been wiped out."

"Peace is just a lie. Anyone who believes it will meet a terrible end."

Guilliman smiled sneer, his words piercingly veiled.

"Of course, there may indeed be 'pacifists' in some remote corner of the galaxy, but everyone knows that this is nothing more than the naivety and foolishness of a nascent civilization in its cradle before it has even witnessed the darkness and ruthlessness of the universe."

"It's not that they don't like to fight, it's that they don't realize the necessity of being warlike, nor do they have the resources to be warlike."

"Secondly, from the perspective of the starting point of the war, we humans and the green-skinned orcs are completely different."

Guilliman raised his Crimson Sword, a power sword that had been with the Primarch for a very long time.

Even when he fell into Macurag on the spot, and was raised by Lady Yodon and King Connor, the Crimson Dagger stayed by his side.

The Primarch looked at his sword, a precious sword named "Sincerity," a reflection of his unwavering heart.

"Orcs fight for war, humans fight for survival."

"That's what makes us different."

"You orcs were born as weapons of war, created by the ancient saints using incredible genetic and psionic technologies to fight against powerful enemies."

"You don't ask about the meaning of war, you don't ask about the targets of war, you just instinctively throw everything into the war."

"From the Star Gods and the Necromancers of the cosmos to the Eldar after the War of Heaven, and every other race that could be a match for the Orcs, they are all targets of your wars."

A glint of light flashed in Guilliman's eyes. He realized that this conversation with the green-skinned orc had not been entirely fruitless.

This kind of face-to-face communication is the best way to see the true nature of a civilization.

Grud represents the green-skinned orcs, and he embodies a side of the green-skinned orcs that is not often shown.

"You are a true war race. The reason you crave war is because you need war to maintain your existence and development."

"If you lose the war, you lose the meaning of your existence."

Like a train that has lost its tracks, or a ship that has lost its compass, your race will naturally succumb to nihilism and destroy itself.

“I know that if you lock up a single orc, feed him well and provide him with good food and drink, but don’t let him have any enemies or any possibility of fighting, he will die of depression.”

"This principle also applies to the orc race. If one day there are no more opponents in the entire galaxy that the green-skinned orcs can call enemies, you yourselves will face extinction and annihilation."

Guilliman glimpsed a glimpse of the true nature of the green-skinned orcs through the sharpness of the Crimson Sword in his hand.

"The reason you are like this is because you still have a connection with the ancient sages."

"After all, when the ancient sages created you, you were intended to be weapons of war."

As is well known, wars will eventually end, and even if war breaks out again, there will certainly be a period of peace between them.

"And after the war ends, the best fate for you weapons of war will be that once the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked, and the bow is put away after the birds are all gone."

"The ancient sages left not only various super technologies in your genes, but also a genetic lock, causing you to actively begin self-destruction after the war ended."

The perspective from which the original is observed is so unique.

Upon hearing his argument, the young debater Grud immediately became serious and began to ponder, as did the orc warlord Schwarzenegger.

He even imagined what would happen to them if there were no more wars in the world one day.

They couldn't have imagined it; it was beyond their comprehension.

The green-skinned orcs are fearless of death because they know that as long as they perform well enough, their freakish second brother will continue to lead them to waaagh! for a good, good-natured battle after his death.

And waaaagh is the meaning of their existence.

If all of that is gone, they might as well just die.

Guilliman smiled and continued.

"Our two races have different understandings and perspectives on war."

"War is the foundation upon which you depend for survival, the root and source of your race's continuation."

"War is to you as essential as breathing is to humankind."

"But war is just a tool for us, a capability that we have actively evolved so that our race can survive forever."

"While you are searching for enemies, constantly fighting and killing to satisfy your warlike instincts, humanity is rebuilding cities from ruins."

"While you were using waaagh energy to create war machines, the scholars of the Advanced Technology Community were analyzing the practical applications of hypercube mathematics and dimensional technology."

Guilliman sheathed his sword back into the magnetic lock at his waist.

"You may not know that in the ancient Terran era, an ancient civilization called Huaxia left behind this profound understanding of war."

The Primarch freed his right hand and gestured the character "武" (martial) in the air.

"Martial prowess is for the purpose of stopping war."

"Embrace war so that one day we can use it to end our suffering and oppression."

"If one day we humans can achieve transcendence and freedom, I will be very happy to turn swords into plowshares, lay down my armor and return to the fields, and freely cultivate and harvest on a piece of land that belongs to me."

"War and power have never been what I wanted; I only wanted peace of mind."

When Guilliman uttered these heartfelt words, the Ultramarines on the battlefield suddenly felt their two strong, beating hearts pause in their chests.

An invisible emotion welled up from them, flowing into their limbs and bones, making their eyes moist and even bringing tears to their eyes.

The mysterious connection between Astartes and the Primarch enabled them to resonate with Guilliman.

At this moment, they truly understood the Primarch's inner thoughts and perfectly empathized with him.

The ever-victorious leader, Grod, was in tears. He planted his power sword in the ground and knelt on one knee.

This indomitable Grim Reaper, this iron-willed warrior, secretly vowed to dedicate himself to the Primarch's ideals, sparing no effort or expense to achieve them.

Their father, Guilliman, suffered countless taunts and ridicule.

But this Limit Lord, who was suspected and feared by others, actually had his greatest dream: that one day, humanity would no longer need the Primarch.

At that time, he could go to a desolate place and become an old farmer working the land.

Perhaps the best ending for these extreme warriors is to follow in their father's footsteps and work on a planet, putting down their swords of killing and picking up farming tools for production.

"Secondly, while your theory of human emperors and warlords has some merit, you completely misunderstand my father's true intentions."

Guilliman spoke slowly and deliberately, explaining his understanding of the Lord of Mankind.

“My father was a warlord because only warlords could deal with the other tech warlords on Terra back then. He had to use this violent means to eliminate chaos and restore order.”

"But he shared similar thoughts with me. He never wanted to become an emperor or a warlord. Power and status meant absolutely nothing to him."

"If a strong and outstanding newcomer is able to challenge his position, the Emperor will be very happy, even ecstatic, and will give his position to the challenger."

"It is the empire that cannot do without the emperor, not the emperor that cannot do without the empire."

Guilliman once again pointed his sword at the orc.

"But what about your orc warlords? When faced with challenges from other big orcs, would they be willing to step down and yield their positions?"

"Is your leader Zak willing? Is your leader Kirk willing?"

"Don't lie. You can deceive others, but you can't deceive yourself!"

"To become the new orc warlord, you must use pure violence and savagery to defeat the original orc warlords. This is the biggest difference between you orcs and us humans."

“I can see that you are imitating human social structures and organizational forms in large quantities. This is a manifestation of a lower civilization being assimilated by a higher civilization.”

Gerd listened quietly, watching as the logical trap he had woven was being dismantled and broken down little by little by the big blue guy in front of him.

His analytical skills are admirable, and his grasp of the essence beneath the surface of things is even more incredible.

"Thirdly, there are also fundamental differences in the technological systems of our two civilizations."

Guilliman picked up a piece of the green-skinned orc's mechanical wreckage from the ground. It was pieced together and assembled into a new original part, with an invisible waaagh energy maintaining its existence and stability.

Guilliman believed he had no psychic powers, but he could sense the spiritual force surging within the orcs.

"Waagh energy, or rather, the power of my thoughts, is the foundation of your technology."

"Our human technology comes from the accumulation of the ingenuity and hard work of countless generations of scientific pioneers and researchers over a long period of time."

"I once heard an extremely romantic description: Humanity's true entry into the interstellar age was not marked by the first launch of a near-Earth satellite, nor by the first pioneer leaving their home planet and leaving their footprints on the moon."

Guilliman looked up at the virtual sky of the green-skinned orc underworld.

"When millions of years ago, when humans were still primitive, the first human looked up at the stars and became curious about them, we were already an interstellar civilization."

"And the next million years were just the time it took to realize this curiosity."

"It took us millions of years to go from the primitive era to the feudal era, and then thousands of years to transition from the feudal era to the industrial era. After leaving Earth, it took us less than 20,000 years to become the masters of the entire galaxy." "And you green-skinned orcs, from the moment you were born in the gene chambers of the ancient saints' laboratories, those creators have written a complete technology tree and knowledge system in your genes. It can be said that you were born at the pinnacle."

"There are too many differences between our two civilizations and races. Your arguments are full of flaws and generalize from a few examples."

"Perhaps our technology also has idealistic aspects that transcend materialistic cognition, but it is completely different from your thinking."

"What I find curious is that our path forward comes from our own exploration and pioneering, while your path forward is to follow the old path left by the ancient sages."

If one day you truly reach the end of this road, what will you do?

“If you cannot forge your own path within the power of my thinking, then you are merely appendages of my thinking power, not its masters.”

Guilliman's resounding answer left Grodd speechless for a moment.

When people look at others, they are often able to see their strengths and weaknesses more objectively, especially their weaknesses.

However, when looking at themselves, they tend to ignore their own shortcomings due to various factors.

Ah yes, what if they have walked the path laid out for them by the ancient sages?
Even a mountain of gold cannot sustain a life of living off past glories forever; the day when all hope is lost will inevitably come.

"Your question is very valuable, big blue guy."

"I admire you."

"But this kind of question is too vague, like asking a civilization that is only tens of thousands of years old where we should go after the heat death of the universe."

"Even the ancient orcs of yesteryear couldn't fully unearth the relics of the ancient saints, let alone us orcs. Let's leave this problem to the orcs of the future."

"Moreover, under the leadership of Chief Kirk, we are moving towards change and breakthrough, breaking free from the old barriers. I believe that our people will definitely be able to forge our own path."

The orc boy sincerely thanked Guilliman.

If it weren't for this debate, he might never have seen the raging crisis hidden beneath the seemingly prosperous facade of the Greenskin Orcs.

He had to take these questions back to Chief Kork so that he could consider the future path of the Greenskins.

"Let's go back to the point you made at the beginning. In fact, after thinking about it, the truth is quite the opposite."

A confident smile appeared on Guilliman's lips.

"Rather than saying that humans are a kind of beastman, it's more accurate to say that beastmen are a kind of human."

"We humans possess creativity, moral values, and a complete system of civilization, while you orcs lack these qualities; your society is built on violence and instinct."

Although you are changing by imitating humans, are you really sure that after you finish imitating, you will still be the same orcs you were before?

"Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die. This principle still applies at the level of race and civilization."

Once the debate between Guilliman and Gruud entered the phase of Guilliman's counterattack, most of the green-skinned orcs could hardly understand it.

They felt that their green-skinned boy seemed to be in a disadvantageous situation, and his momentum was being suppressed by the big blue guy on the other side.

The green-skinned orcs didn't care about grand principles; they only knew they couldn't lose face.

Therefore, led by their heavily armored leader, the green-skinned orcs chanted "waaaagh!" repeatedly to cheer on their lad.

On the other hand, almost all the Astartes, Iron Men, and Transformers were quietly contemplating the Primarch's theories.

Their extraordinary brains possess exceptional thinking abilities, almost comparable to the efficiency of biological computers.

Their strengths have never been limited to combat; Space Marines have their own thoughts, feelings, and emotions.

Space Marines like the Ultramarines and the White Scars are not uncommon to appear in the fields of philosophy, literature, and history.

In fact, deploying these superhumans who have undergone numerous modifications to the battlefield to fight desperately is the least efficient way to utilize them.

"Our Primarch was so wise, his understanding of the problems was incredibly profound, and these insights are something we should all learn from."

The Ultra Warriors thought to themselves.

But then, another question swirled in their minds.

Who is the winner of this debate?
Humans overwhelmingly supported Guilliman, while the green-skinned orcs continued to chant the name of Gerudo with utter dissatisfaction.

“Our debate kid didn’t lose to the big blue guy.”

"We didn't lose! We didn't lose!"

The green-skinned orcs clamored noisily, while Gerud turned around and bowed to his fellow orcs.

"I lost."

“This esteemed Primarch, his thoughts are indeed superior to mine.”

"We orcs can afford to lose, so let's not let others look down on us!"

After saying that, Grodd walked towards his boss, looking embarrassed, as if he was waiting for Schwarzenegger's punishment.

"You did very well."

However, Blood Axe Boss simply patted him on the head and didn't show any ill intent.

His eyes revealed admiration, as if he were proud that his subordinates had produced such a green-skinned philosopher.

"Once the fighting starts, you immediately retreat along the Waaagh gate. You must get to Boss Zak's side. We green-skinned orcs can live without me, but we can't live without you."

"The debate you had with Muscle Man touched on the future of our race. A wise man like you can better guide us. You are very important."

"You want me to back down and run away?" Gerud stared at his boss in disbelief.

"Although I am weak, I am also a proud Orc. I will not run away in the face of my enemies."

"Even if there is, it's an instinctive reaction caused by the backlash of waaagh energy after you were killed by humans."

“We might as well fight humans to the death. I believe that after Zack has clearly observed the difference in strength between the two sides, he will come to the battlefield on Skullcrusher Star.”

The debater spat on the ground, looking as vicious as a mad dog.

He was indeed a wise man among hundreds of millions of green-skinned orcs, but only if he was also an orc boy.

"You two come here, tie this kid up and stuff him into the waaagh door."

However, Schwarzenegger stopped wasting words with him and directly ordered two large orcs to come over.

These were all Blood Axe special forces boys he had personally trained, and their leader was none other than the Blood Axe giant, Yatarun.

The defining characteristic of these special forces lads is their absolute obedience to orders. Unlike other orcs who can get carried away, they always keep caution in mind.

The special forces soldier stuffed a rag into Gerud's mouth; it was the camouflage he wore to conceal himself and confuse the enemy.

A strong stench and a bizarre smell exploded from Grod's mouth, and he was immediately knocked unconscious by the big guy's body odor.

The special forces soldiers dutifully dragged Grod's body, carrying him away into the dazzling green light of the Waaagh gate.

Guilliman witnessed the orcs' actions, and he didn't dislike the intelligent orc.

"One draw, one loss, and one last game."

"Do you want to continue?"

Guilliman raised his Crimson Sword, pointing it directly at the orc warlord Swähzenger before him.

“WAAAGH!”

The orc warlord Schwarzenegger did not answer, but responded with a roar.

He abandoned his calculations and contemplation, embracing the most primal instincts of the green-skinned orcs.

Fight, fight, fight!

Let the battle provide the answer.

Schwarzenegger's physique is only slightly larger than those of the super-heavyweight bosses.

When he stood fully upright, he was about 6.5 meters tall, with his muscles bulging and bulging with green veins, forming an incredibly strong and tall wall.

Instead of the heavy helmets worn by other green-skinned orcs, he wore only a scarlet turban that fluttered amidst the green flames formed by waaagh energy.

The orc warlord held a chainsaw axe forged from giant teeth. The violent engine emitted a piercing noise, and the two chainsaw axe's teeth spun at high speed, like the jaws of a ferocious beast snapping shut.

The orc warlords' heavily armored bodyguards roared in unison, charging out from their positions like a green tsunami.

They welded the shape of plate armor directly onto their own bodies using various thick steel plates. The rusty steel and rough, jagged welds gave off a savage and brutal visual impact.

"Go back, all of you!"

"This is my battle!"

Schwarzenegger roared to the people behind him, spitting out a yellowish saliva from between his dense fangs, which splattered all over the faces of the heavily armed leaders.

These burly orcs reluctantly retreated a few steps, but still lingered on the edge of the battlefield, ready to support their leader at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Grod, Sigismund, Zoe, and others rushed forward, confronting the damned green-skinned orcs from a distance.

The reinforcements from both sides surged in, surrounding the two leaders in the middle like an ancient Roman colosseum.

Guilliman held the Crimson Sword loosely, its length clearly inferior to the chainsaw axe wielded by the orc warlord.

He was constantly adjusting his center of gravity, keeping it low, while his feet began to move, slowly rotating like a hunter slaying a giant beast.

The Primarch felt a powerful sense of oppression. This damned orc was much taller than him, and the orc's combat awareness was impeccable. No matter how he moved, his attention and killing intent were always locked on him.

He had to concentrate fully and dared not be distracted in the slightest.

However, for Guilliman, maintaining absolute focus was even more of a headache than fighting a formidable enemy.

One of his most prominent characteristics is his overly developed multi-threaded thinking, which is an advantage most of the time.

However, it is only when fighting a powerful enemy that he becomes involuntarily distracted.

The Lion King of Caliban once commented that Guilliman was only a qualified warrior, and what he lacked to become an excellent warrior was absolute dedication and focus.

"My name is Schwarzenegger, and I am an orc warlord of the Bloodaxe clan."

"Bloodhowl Zack promoted me to Infiltrator Warlord. He gave me status and prestige, making me the leader of a world."

The orc warlord wielded his massive chainsaw axe with effortless ease, recounting his origins to Guilliman in human High Gothic.

“We green-skinned orcs may not know as much as you do, but I also know that we should repay Boss Zack for his kindness.”

The orc warlord's voice was deep and thunderous, exuding a powerful sense of intimidation.

"Robout Guilliman, the Lord of Limits, Lord of the Six Hundred Worlds of Alteramar."

Guilliman answered coldly, and the moment his words fell, his enemies charged toward the Primarch.

When a giant orc over six meters tall charges toward you, most people's instinctive reaction is to run away.

However, facing orc warlords with longer strides and no less agility, any attempt to escape would be suicidal.

Guilliman adjusted his stance and raised the Commanding Hand on his left arm with mechanical precision.

The Hand of Domination is a powered gauntlet that integrates a bolter, and the explosives it releases are completely different from those used by ordinary Space Marines.

Each bomb is enough to destroy a human chimera armored personnel carrier.

However, when these dense bullets hit the orc warlord, they could only penetrate the thick armor, and then get stuck in the bulging muscles.

Schwarzenegger raised his chainsaw axe high, using the blade to shield his head, and quickly rushed to the Primarch's side.

He didn't have many techniques; he was just strong and fast. The surging Waaagh energy amplified his attack power, giving him a stronger armor-piercing ability.

Guilliman did not try to withstand the attack head-on. Instead, he used his extraordinary dynamic vision to build a mathematical model, perfectly controlling his body and dodging the giant axe in an exceptionally dangerous manner.

The Primarch knew very well that even a Primitive Space Marine clad in adamantite armor would be cut into pieces when faced with this chainsaw axe imbued with Waaagh energy.

The orcs' power of thought is so abnormal that it can even distort the physical properties of matter, turning it from indestructible to vulnerable.

Bloodaxe was exceptionally fast, but once Guilliman began to accelerate, he realized that he was no match for him in terms of speed.

He began to employ large, sweeping axe swings to compress Guilliman's dodging space, while simultaneously trying to force his opponent close to him so that he could use his size advantage to restrain him.

The orc warlord grabbed a wrecked vehicle from the battlefield with his left hand and used it as a sledgehammer, chasing after Guilliman and smashing it relentlessly.

Guilliman moved with incredible agility, as elusive as a ghost. Finally, he seized an opening in his opponent's defenses, rolled and dodged past the chainsaw axe's blade, and charged behind him.

The Hand of Domination fired repeatedly, accurately pinpointing the same spot on the orc warlord's head.

Bones shattered, blood splattered, and Schwarzenegger, fueled by rage and pain, unleashed an even louder roar.

“WAAAGH!”

(End of this chapter)