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

Chapter 798 Luo Jia: I am the author of the Sacred Words (Seeking monthly votes)
The Thomas Ally family's Elephant, after luckily escaping the judge's death sentence, ultimately could not escape its fate of destruction.

It lost power and could no longer drive the warp engine, leaving only the Geller Sphere still functioning, resisting the malicious entities in the Sea of ​​Souls.

However, the Geller position is completely incapable of preventing data attacks such as chaotic junk code.

As soon as the slightest vulnerability is found, those chaotic and useless codes disguised as harmless code will be injected into the warship's mind space and will hide, copy, and spread in a very short time.

It is like a deadly cancer cell, but more cunning. It can hide and erase its own existence, constantly devouring the original source code of the machine soul under the guise of peace.

It's really asking too much of a mechanical priest like Hollen E6 Ferguson, who serves a family of traveling merchants, to discover the Chaos Code.

Furthermore, he had not anticipated being attacked by the Chaos Code at all. Their ship was a Moon-class cruiser belonging to a merchant ronin family, and the enemy had no reason to resort to such methods.

After the Machine Soul was completely corrupted and eroded by the Chaotic Code, this Lunar-class cruiser became a plaything and prisoner of the person behind the scenes.

Thomas Ally stared in despair at the cabin as the bright white lights slowly went out, and then, after a deathly silence, they lit up again one by one with a scarlet glow.

There seemed to be an intermittent hum of electricity in the air, or perhaps a heartbeat.

The original sense of peace and tranquility vanished, and an invisible aura of terror was spreading rapidly. Anyone with a rational mind knew that the end of the world had come.

"Your Majesty, why, why!"

"What did we do wrong?"

The wandering merchant screamed in despair, while his crew and guards fell one by one, as if their souls had been ripped away, quickly losing their life force.

He gritted his teeth, gripped the plasma pistol tightly, and turned the capacitor's output power to maximum.

Before his eyes, the safe space created by Geller's position was like a bursting bubble, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The surging ethereal currents pierced through the alloy cabin's obstruction, seeping into the warship's interior and projecting countless bizarre and fantastical lights and shadows before the eyes of mortals.

Without the protection of the Geller's position, the outcome of mortals directly contacting the warp is predictable.

Thomas seemed to hear the sound of gurgling water, as if he were in the ocean, surrounded by a boundless expanse of water.

The decks, armor, and machinery of the ship's cabins twisted and writhed under the influence of this force, as if they had grown flesh and internal organs and come to life.

Once again, the traveling merchant heard a noise that sounded like human intestinal rumbling. The giant elephant was enduring its hunger and thirst, longing for something to eat.

Snot and tears were already streaming down his face. With the last bit of his sanity, he pointed the plasma pistol at his chin, hoping to vaporize his entire head.

At least it'll be a quick and painless death.

However, when he pulled the trigger, there was no loud plasma spraying sound.

With a crisp click of the trigger, a light blue bubble shot out from the muzzle, rose shakily, and then gently struck his chin, shattering into countless afterimages.

The moment the bubble burst, it seemed as if a burst of fire rose up, and a tall figure appeared before Thomas's eyes.

He held a massive warhammer in his hand, which also resembled a scepter, and as he moved it, it seemed as if a star was shining brightly within it.

"Your Majesty, have you come to save me...?"

Subspace energy has begun to distort the minds and thoughts of the wandering merchants.

In his eyes, everything began to resemble the illogical compositions of a mad painter's brushstrokes.

“Poor thing,” the giant said slowly, as if murmuring or chanting.

"Come, come, believe in me, believe in the original truth, and you will find liberation and peace."

"Relief?" A ridiculous smile appeared on Thomas's already idiotic face.

Eyes emerged from his eyelids, and pupils sprouted from every pore. In just a few breaths, a monster full of eyes appeared before the giant.

"What a pathetic gift of psionic energy; this is the limitation of humanity."

The giant swung his warhammer, and in the blink of an eye, a dark light descended, temporarily dispelling the warp corruption on the traveling merchant.

"Let me, Luojia Aurelion, enlighten you."

"Humanity's future inevitably belongs to the subspace; those who cannot embrace change are destined for extinction."

The enemy who ordered the release of the Chaos Code to attack this fleet of merchant ronin was none other than the Great Whisperer, who had long been forced by his own son to become a demon prince and had vanished without a trace.

Since Luo Jia's failed coup attempt on Ulano and his subsequent forced ascension to demonhood, he has remained in the subspace.

Luo Jia didn't even show up during the climax of the siege of Terra.

The Great Speaker understood that he had lost the right to compete for that position—he couldn't even freely descend into the real universe, so what right did he have to compete with Horus?
He could only choose to endure and quietly accumulate his strength.

The most important reason why he had fallen to his current state was that his strength was simply too weak.

This refers not only to his own fighting prowess, but also to the fighting prowess of his subordinates.

Thus, Loka established his own territory in the warp and gathered all the Word Bearers who were still willing to obey his orders, or other Chaos Space Marines who yearned to devote themselves to the primordial truth.

The Great Word Bearers have rebuilt a weakened version of the Word Bearers army.

In the warp, another group of Word Bearers who refused to submit to him joined the Chaos Legion, which was established by Angor Tai and the World Eater Karn.

The relationship between these two chaotic forces is extremely delicate, yet they maintain a balance most of the time.

Luo Jia would not instruct his own descendants to attack Angeltai's sphere of influence.

Angeltai would not show any hostility towards Luojia's legion.

Compared to other Chaos factions that fight and kill each other for resources and hatred within the Eye of Fear, these two large forces are able to coexist peacefully.

If everyone didn't know that Angeltai had personally helped Luojia ascend to demonhood, they might have thought that the father and son still had a deep bond.

Luo Jia remained calm in the subspace for a long time.

He reviewed his actions throughout the entire Horus rebellion, noting where he succeeded and where he failed.

The Great Speaker finally concluded that his biggest mistake was not failing to defeat Guilliman in the Shadow Crusade, nor was it gradually developing a desire to usurp Horus.

He also admitted that he underestimated Guilliman. If the Macurags were not eliminated immediately, the success rate of subsequent operations against Guilliman would decrease until they were counter-attacked.

Challenging Horus is not just a problem for Loka alone. In fact, every traitorous Primarch has thought about taking Horus's place.

These are not fatal mistakes. His biggest mistake was his pride and arrogance, which caused his descendants to gradually become disloyal.

He was unaware of the discontent and resentment in the heart of his beloved son, Angelte, and the growing number of dissenters who were dissatisfied with their father's foolish actions.

When Luo Jia considered the issue from an objective perspective, he realized how absurd he had been. To allow Astartes to betray the Father of Genetics was simply a joke.

He trusted Colfalen and Eribas too much; many of his supposedly independent thoughts and opinions were the result of being indoctrinated by those two damned guys.

Colpharon had already died in the Battle of Koth, while Eribus chose to join Abaddon's side after the Siege of Terra.

Under the influence of these various factors, Luo Jia Aurelion came to his senses.

He wanted to start from scratch and make up for his mistakes little by little, and for this he even secretly forgave Angelte in his heart.

He understood that Angelte had never intended to kill him.

The blessed son merely wanted to force his Primarch to extricate himself from this quagmire and stop getting involved in the Great Rebellion.

Luo Jia was no match for Horus. Even if he successfully replaced Horus, he still could not change the outcome of defeat.

As it turned out, Angorte was right. Horus was killed by the Emperor on the Soul of Vengeance, the human empire continued, and the power of the warp was forced to retreat.

Through his own methods and informants, Luo Jia also discovered the fate of his traitorous brothers.

Horus died in battle, his soul and spirit destroyed; Mortarion was captured and transformed into a ridiculous half-elf woman; Perturabo was defeated and turned into a child before Dorne.

Alpharis was killed by Dorn in Hydra, although Luo Jia didn't know if the one who died was actually his brother.

Koz was a damned traitor. He dusted himself off and went back to the Emperor's side, only to be beaten half to death by Horus, while Magnus...

The thought of Magnus's fate made Luo Jia tremble.

This fool is said to have been pinned to the golden throne, enduring indefinite torment, a fate worse than death.

After careful inventory, it was found that the only ones left who survived the betrayal were himself, Forgrim, and Angron.

The Fallen Phoenix was so engrossed in the pleasures of the Six Rings Silver Palace that he could not extricate himself. Slaanesh and his beloved prince indulged in various forms of pleasure, and he had no interest in the trivial matters of the outside world.

The Lord of Red Sand relentlessly slaughtered in the Brass Arena, acquiring more skulls for the Blood God. Whether he liked it or not, he was always just a slave.

Happiness is relative, and Luo Jia suddenly realized that she was doing quite well.

Even compared to his two other demonic Primarch brothers, this demonic prince, who was not bound by chaos, was far more free.

Having experienced so much, Luo Jia understands that freedom is the most luxurious thing in the world.

"In the subspace, you can fail countless times, but you only need to win once to achieve victory."

"An empire can win countless times, but it will be utterly destroyed if it fails even once."

"Time is on our side. Even if the Emperor can save humanity time and time again, given enough time, the outcome will be predetermined."

"The final outcome will inevitably be that the subspace will defeat the real universe, the galaxy will be swallowed by the sea of ​​ether, and humanity will have to embrace chaos to survive."

But just when the Great Manifestation felt that he had attained enlightenment in a state of chaos, that his heart was perfect and flawless, and that he was no longer swayed by external influences, he was in a state of great joy or sorrow.

He received an incredible message from his informant within the human empire.

The Empire abandoned the lie of Imperial Truth, which the Emperor had hoped would lead all humanity to believe in, thus severing the path to power from the Warp.

In short, the Emperor wanted to starve the evil gods of the Warp.

This naive idea was doomed to fail from the start, a sentiment Luo Jia deeply agreed with.

The minions of the gods are spread across multiple universes. Even if the Warhammer universe loses its source of power, they will at most reduce their influence, but they will not die.

In the present human empire, after abandoning the truth of the empire, the power to control thought and discourse is now held by an organization called the State Religion.

The foundation and core of this organization lies in the theoretical ideas of its own book, "The Record of the Emperor's Sacred Words."

The concepts, systems, and operational logic of the national education system all originate from itself.

Words can hardly describe the complex emotions Luo Jia felt upon learning this news: elation? rage? resentment? relief?
Maybe there are.

"I am right, I am right, I see further than all my brothers!"

"I am the prophet who is not understood by the world, Bruno who was burned at the stake, the only one who is sober while the world is drunk."

"The Emperor ordered that fool Guilliman to brutally destroy my perfect city and extinguish our devout pursuit of faith, but what now?"

"They burned my masterpiece to ashes, and now they are kneeling on the ground in humility, picking up the last fragments of words left after the fire and piecing them together to form this so-called state religion."

Luo Jia was filled with pride, after all, theoretically he was the author of the Holy Word, and if he were still in the Empire, the position of Pope would surely be his.

However, when the overjoyed Luo Jia sent his sons to retrieve a copy of the "Emperor's Holy Words" from a human religious world and captured some state religious priests and believers, the Great Manifestor experienced the ups and downs of life.

He saw his perfect work, which Guilliman, that bastard, had modified and deleted most of.

It can be said that the entire book has been stripped down to its shell and framework, and Guilliman has unscrupulously injected his own foolish "rational" ideas into it.

His carefully maintained bicycle was ridden by that bastard Guilliman!
With the utmost patience and self-control, Luo Jia suppressed the urge to vomit and finished reading the entire edition of the Imperial Sacred Words of the National Education Press.

To those who believe in grand pronouncements, this is utter nonsense, utterly absurd and laughable.

When he finally finished reading the entire book on the verge of exploding, he saw Robert Guilliman's name listed as the copyright author of The Word at the very end, and he could no longer control his anger.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

"Kee! Lee! Man!!"

The Word Bearers guarding the Primarch's palace suddenly heard a scream and roar they had never heard before.

The surging surge of psionic energy even caused half of the Word Bearers to faint.

Luo Jia, who studies the primordial truth and hones his spiritual power every day in the Eye of Fear, has already made great strides in his strength, becoming far more powerful than when he was on Nukelia.

If he hadn't subconsciously restrained his destructive power, all the Word Bearer Space Marines around him would have died with their souls shattered.

When the Primarch's guard arrived, they found their Primarch standing amidst the ruins, still clutching that damned, heavily modified version of the Emperor's Word, muttering to himself as if possessed.

"I must kill Guilliman, I must let the entire galaxy know that I am the author of the Holy Word!"

"And Guilliman is nothing but a fraud, a damned thief, a despicable thief who stole my copyright!"

After ascending to demonic status, Luo Jia's physique became much larger than before, exceeding five meters in his armored state, comparable to Vulcan, the tallest of the Primarchs. Four demonic horns sprouted from the Great Whisperer's forehead, and his skin appeared withered and shriveled, resembling grotesque worms crawling across his face.

Lost in his memories, Luo Jia was enveloped in a fierce aura. A molten halo emanated from the gaps in his neck armor, illuminating his face from below.

"Father."

A call interrupted Luo Jia's thoughts. He slowly turned his head, his gaze passing through the scarlet armor to look at his son.

An enchanted warrior of the Word Bearer bowed respectfully and then reported the current situation to the Primarch.

"We have thoroughly searched this Luna-class cruiser and other merchant ships, but we have found no trace of that woman."

"However, our hounds detected a peculiar psionic scent, which means our intelligence was correct, but she has already escaped before us."

Luo Jia waved his hand, and chaotic runes flashed on his arm armor and bronze skin. Then the warrior turned and left.

"Euphrates Cheryl, the first living saint of the emperors."

A playful glint flashed in the eyes of the Great Manifesto; he was eager to see the Pope of the state religion in person and test his worth.

He was eager to know what the Pope's reaction was when the true author of the Word met the Pope of the state church.

If the author of the Holy Word is a shameful traitor certified by the Empire, then what about the state religion and the Pope?
"What a pity, we're still a step too late."

The Primarch waved his hand, and a warp rift, shimmering with an eerie blue light, appeared beside him.

As the portal opened, two noisy arguments erupted from within, and a Tzeentch archdeacon with two bird heads struggled to squeeze out from the middle.

The Weaver of Fate, Carlos, approached Luo Jia, cursing and swearing.

"No offense, Luo Jia, but would it kill you to open your teleportation portal a little bigger?"

"I'm your ally, after all. Is this how you treat your allies?"

Carlos's two heads were muttering to themselves, and Luo Jia felt as if both of her ears were being tortured by double reverberation.

"Hmph!" Luo Jia snorted coldly and slammed the Enlightened Warhammer in his hand hard onto the deck of the warship.

"Enough, Carlos!"

Instantly, a dark, psionic flame spread out, burning to Carlos's feet and continuing to rise, igniting the feathers of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord as well.

The Weaver of Fate screamed in agony as it unleashed its spiritual power to extinguish Luo Jia's furious rage.

Even so, its bluish-purple feathers were burned black, revealing ugly, unsightly scars on its skin underneath.

Because of his fall into the Well of Eternity, Carlos's body was in a terrible state compared to the other shapeshifting demon lords.

"What on earth is wrong with you?!"

"I told you where Qi Le was so you could intercept that woman."

"Your fickle nature makes you even more shameless than our ever-changing Demon Lord."

Carlos flapped his wings, and a large number of withered feathers fell off and stuck on the deck of the warship.

The metal touched by the Demon Lord's feather instantly transformed into a special substance resembling amethyst, naturally emitting faint glows.

"The information you gave me is wrong. We're too late. The pope of that state religion has already escaped," Luo Jia said in a sinister tone, his gaze towards Carlos quite hostile.

“How is this possible?!” one of Carlos’s heads screamed. “I clearly saw the Cursed One’s retinue on this ship.”

"The living saint is essentially a great demon of the cursed, only wrapped in a human skin."

Carlos wandered around the cabin, sniffing the subtle scents.

"I can still smell that disgusting odor, there's absolutely no way I'm wrong!"

"Yes, Luo Jia is right, you idiot!" The other head of the Fate Weaver burst into laughter, mocking the other party wantonly.

“You are as stupid as a brass hound of Khorne, and I am ashamed to associate with you.”

"I'm an idiot and you're an idiot, we're one, don't you know that?"

The head that was being mocked got angry and pecked the other head hard.

Luo Jia shook her head helplessly. This was Carlos, the Weaver of Fates.

It is indeed powerful; its two heads can see both the past and the future.

But it simply cannot see the present moment clearly.

Just as Carlos saw Qile board the Colossus at a certain point in the past, the Colossus appeared at this subspace coordinate at a certain point in the future.

However, Carlos did not see that Qile had already left the merchant fleet and disappeared without a trace.

"Alright, alright, you two stop fooling around," Luo Jia waved her hand, trying to stop them.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to your arguments."

Carlos finally stopped grumbling, and the two heads ignored each other.

"We failed this time, but we'll try again next time. Qi Le definitely didn't get very far. If we chase after them, we should still have a chance to catch them."

Having endured so many failures, the Great Man of Words has long since forged an iron will.

It's just a failure. After failing many times, you'll naturally learn to accept failure with equanimity.

"Do you think finding that woman is that simple?" Carlos sneered. "She is the Pope of the State Church, a living saint of the cursed, and especially now in the Warp, that cold sun shines on Qile constantly."

“If Qile suffers any harm, that cold sun will sense and detect it.”

"It took me a lot of effort to find her location without alerting the forces behind her."

Carlos deliberately emphasized the word "Pope," subtly mocking Luo Jia.

Luo Jia was helpless. He couldn't understand what the ever-changing demon lord meant, and he was too lazy to waste time arguing with him.

“Choose 99999 mortals from this fleet to sacrifice.”

"Keep the rest of them for me. Our consumption of human slaves has increased significantly in the Eye of Fear. These people can still be used; we can't waste them."

Upon hearing this, Carlos immediately withdrew his venomous tongue, which was about to continue spewing insults.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations waved his staff and extracted the souls of the crew members of this merchant ronin fleet.

Then, these visible, illusory souls screamed and gathered together, like glass beads, and were absorbed into the crystal ball at the top of the staff.

"You know, these days humans are becoming increasingly wary of us, and many of the pieces we've placed in the real universe have already been eliminated."

"It's very difficult to spread the truth and faith, or to develop a sect. They would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free."

"This has led to me receiving fewer and fewer offerings. How am I supposed to survive like this..." Carlos complained.

Luo Jia nodded inwardly upon hearing this.

Humanity's vigilance towards the subspace has increased far more than before.

This has made it increasingly difficult for these chaotic demons to achieve their goals.

If humanity continues to develop in this way, especially after the so-called space bridge is built, and even subspace travel is greatly reduced, what will happen to them in subspace?
The appearance of the space bridge has truly alarmed these evil gods in the warp.

"That's why we wanted to leave the Empire in a state of near-death. We opened Pandora's box and released the variable of the Kork orcs. Wasn't that the goal?"

"We must make use of everything we can, find more allies, and do everything we can to trip up the human empire and make them bogged down in a quagmire. That would be the best outcome."

Upon hearing Luo Jia's words, Carlos suddenly felt a shiver run through his body.

"Allies? Are the allies you found really reliable?" Carlos pointed to a wound on his body and screamed.

"I was summoned to Nostramore and thought I was going to have some fun, but I was captured by your good brother Omega as soon as I landed."

"He managed to extract information from me using a half-finished encyclopedia of demon names. It's an utter disgrace."

"Which side is he on, the Alpha Legion or the Alpha Group?"

The thought of being cheated made Carlos feel a surge of anger rising from his heart to his brain, and he had to get it out.

Luo Jia helplessly spread his hands and said, "I don't know either. Asking me about the Alpha Legion's stance is like asking Horus, who was already suffering from dementia at the time, whether he still had any sense."

"The Twentieth Legion is the most mysterious and unpredictable. Their Primarch, Alpharis, did many contradictory things during the Great Rebellion."

"While helping Horus fight against the legions that were loyal to the Emperor, they also secretly let the loyal legions escape after they were in dire straits."

"Take the Battle of Istvan V for example. Hydra ambushed the Iron Hand, Salamander, and Ravenguard legions, but Alpharis protected Corax and ensured his safe evacuation from the battlefield."

"Perhaps they are only feigning betrayal, and are actually showing loyalty in a roundabout way, but my advice is not to trust these vipers. Their most powerful weapon is lies."

After listening to Luo Jia's explanation, Carlos realized what the art of language truly meant; a single conversation with a wise man is like a profound lesson.

“I don’t care whether he’s loyal to the Cursed or has betrayed them, I just want you to promise me one thing—if you see Omega again, grab that bastard right away.”

In exchange, I can lend you a hand when necessary.

Carlos's promise was tempting, and after thinking about it, Luo Jia agreed.

Compared to her brother, whose background she knew nothing about, the promise of the Weaver of Fate seemed more tempting.

“You asked me a question, so I have a question to ask you.” Luo Jia thought for a moment and continued.

"Were the events that happened on Terra—the coup of the State Cult, the departure of the Primarch, and the internal strife in the Shadow Prisons—the work of the Lord of Change?"

Although this is a question, the speaker's tone was completely confident.

Such an ingenious scheme, with each part of the plot linked to the next, could only have been devised by Tzeentch himself.

The sheer difficulty and danger of causing trouble right under the emperor's nose is enough to eliminate the vast majority of candidates.

Upon hearing Luo Jia's question, Carlos fell into an eerie silence.

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord seemed to be frozen by psychic energy, even the instinctive pulsation of the feathers on his body stopped.

Luo Jia's observational skills were extremely keen, not to mention that the other party was the chief demon under the Lord of Ten Thousand Changes. Even the Great Manifestation dared not completely lower his guard against the other party.

“Um, this question,” Carlos paused, “why don’t you ask another question?”

"You can't answer that?" Luo Jia said immediately.

"You're hesitating."

“That doesn’t matter. My master is the embodiment of all conspiracies, and His power is omnipotent…”

Seeing that Carlos started to evade the question, Luo Jia burst out laughing.

"I never expected this, it really wasn't Tzeentch who did it."

“In the past, whenever there was a conspiracy or trickery, we would just pin it on Tzeentch. This time, it was clearly Tzeentch who did it, but it wasn’t him.”

"But if it weren't for Jianqi, who else would have this ability?"

Luo Jia and Carlos stared at each other with their blind eyes for a long time, and then fell silent.

"Quickly predict again where that Qile will appear. This fleet of merchant ronin is heading northeast in the galaxy. She should be going to Guilliman for help."

"If this living saint is unwilling to step down like this, then she will definitely get aid from Guilliman and then fight a fierce religious war with Terra."

When this topic was brought up, Luo Jia was clearly very interested, and it seemed that the current belief system in Terra was closer to his original religious inclinations.

"Currently, besides Guilliman, Vulcan is also among the Primarchs fighting the Orcs in the Ghoul Cluster. This is an excellent opportunity to cripple the Imperium's manpower."

"If we can launch a surprise attack from behind while they are locked in fierce battle with the greenskins, we might be able to kill or capture these two brothers who are loyal to the Emperor."

Luo Jia was not one to suffer a loss. He had been humiliated by Qi Le, so he had to regain his lost face elsewhere.

"Then why not call your other two brothers?" Carlos suggested with a sinister smile.

“Angron and Forgrim, they haven’t shown up for far too long.”

"They miss Guilliman terribly..."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of incredulous expressions Guilliman or Vulcan will have when the three of you appear together in front of them."

(End of this chapter)