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

Chapter 806 The Arrival of the Primarch
The terrifying power unleashed by the whirlwind torpedo was discovered by the human prisoners held on Gao Ge's anvil in a very short time.

After all, the entire sky was ablaze with fire, and unless one was blind, it was impossible to ignore such a commotion.

Seeing this, some prisoners broke down and went mad, some gave up in relief, and some angrily cursed the empire.

They finally encountered the imperial army, but instead of salvation, they faced certain death.

In moments of life and death, the myriad aspects of human nature are fully revealed.

Olivia opened her arms and embraced the approach of death.

She was too tired. Witnessing too many human deaths had already overwhelmed her heart.

For her, the extermination order was indeed a form of salvation, and she was very grateful to the commander who made the decision.

Since we can't save them, let's just let them die a quick and painless death.

If we could kill more green-skinned orcs as a sacrifice, that would be wonderful.

However, after a full thirty seconds, Olivia did not feel the overwhelming sea of ​​fire engulfing her body.

She opened her eyes in confusion, only to find that the flames released by the whirlwind torpedo were assimilated by a strangely colored, chaotic light that seemed to be a mixture of countless colors as it approached the ground.

A giant eight-pointed star totem slowly emerged from the ground. The blasphemous symbol, painted with human blood as ink and human flesh and bones as paint, appeared on the surface of each of the anvils.

The moment the nun saw those chaotic symbols, she felt a chill run down her spine, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

"Your Majesty, why are blasphemous warp symbols appearing on planets controlled by orcs?"

"That's impossible. Although the green-skinned orcs are brutal and savage, they really have nothing to do with the Warp."

Olivia knew how terrible the corruption of chaos was. If signs of corruption appeared on a planet, it meant that corruption had already spread thoroughly in places where there was no light.

Just like seeing one cockroach in a room means there are ten thousand cockroaches breeding and multiplying in the room.

How many mortal captives did Brother Gao's anvil actually capture?

Billions, tens of billions?
Regardless of the exact number, it will become a breeding ground for chaotic corruption and expansion, triggering unpredictable and terrifying consequences.

Some mortals, unaware of what was going on, curiously observed the eight-pointed star markings that appeared on the walls, the ground, and the cages.

Those symbols seemed to carry some kind of magical power, mysteriously attracting their curiosity.

In an instant, they felt a strong mental stimulation spreading through their brains like an addictive drug.

More and more people stood there dumbfounded, as if they had been electrocuted, their minds blank, as if they had entered some kind of ethereal realm.

The pain subsided, the hunger faded, and their fears were answered.

It was a sticky, gooey voice, as if there was always a mouthful of phlegm stuck in it, a loving voice comforting these pitiful mortals, like a loving father patiently soothing a baby to sleep.

The aura of death on Gao Ge's anvil was exceptionally strong, while his will to survive was also extremely intense. This extreme emotional fluctuation completely suppressed the presence of other chaotic gods.

The Blood God's power was second only to the Father's; He awakened the courage and dignity of those mortal captives, rekindling their belief in revenge.

The Prince of Pleasure was extremely dissatisfied with the green-skinned orcs' torture techniques; these guys were far too crude and had no art of torture whatsoever.

As for the Lord of All Changes, He did not show His presence, but the arrival of the chaotic power at the Anvil of Gogo was inextricably linked to Him.

"Don't touch those things, don't look at those things!"

"That is a blasphemous mark of the warp. If we fall into it, our souls will never be able to return to the Golden Throne and find peace."

The nun screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to stop the others from their madness.

But it was all too late.

The numerous atrocities committed by the green-skinned orcs, and the despair that plunged humanity into the depths of despair, became the perfect breeding ground for the power of chaos.

Some mortals who were on the verge of death, wounded and waiting to die, miraculously regained their strength after looking directly at the eight-pointed star totem.

Their bodies became bloated and obese, as if inflated, with some foul-smelling bodily fluids flowing from the tire-like piles of swollen flesh and blood, dripping onto the ground.

As soon as the slime landed, it immediately spurred the growth of half-withered, half-flourishing green grass and flowers. Swarms of flies and bees danced, their buzzing wings piercing eardrums and resonating directly in the brain.

They could no longer feel pain and sorrow; all of that had been quietly erased from their souls by an invisible hand.

Life is too short to have fun.

Human suffering is a burden, but a loving father brings solace.

They were happy and relaxed, no longer having to struggle and sink into this dark universe.

"Embrace us, embrace stagnant life, the garden is calling, and all will find their peace in the garden of immortality."

The mortal captives, without any instruction, began chanting the Chaos Scriptures, sharing their joy and goodwill with others around them.

More and more people are getting involved, and they are happy to accept the lies and falsehoods in front of them, even if they are in stark contrast to the harsh reality.

The plague began to spread, and even those who had already died were turning into plague zombies.

Olivia was surrounded by a group of veterans of the Astral Army, who instinctively protected the Healing Sister and distanced themselves from the cultists who were beginning to fall into depravity.

Even if they wanted to strike first, they had no weapons at their disposal.

"Fighting Chaos cultists bare-handed? Are you kidding me!"

An old soldier cursed, but he soon discovered that the once sturdy metal fence had begun to rust and decay, as if it had been through tens of thousands of years of wind and rain.

He kicked it directly, almost causing him to lose his balance, because the railing was so fragile that it would break with a single poke.

“Let’s go!” Olivia whispered, noticing the corrupted cultists who seemed to have no time to pay attention to them.

The group of survivors escaped and ran for their lives through the hollowed-out mountains.

No matter how far they run, everywhere are piles of cages, everywhere are humans corrupted and polluted by chaos.

Compared to the bloated, unsteady Nurgle cultists, the Khorne cultists who pulled thigh bones from the dead and used blood vessels to bind ribs to make battle axes were far more dangerous.

They wielded the most savage weapons, their bodies stained with blood, and they laughed maniacally as they killed any human brethren who appeared before them.

After killing someone, they would forcefully twist off the person's head, then use a crude bone knife and their fingernails to cut it off piece by piece, arranging it into the shape of a mound of skulls.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

"Skull Offering, Skull Seat!"

"The Emperor has abandoned us; he wants to kill us with an extermination order!"

The highly inflammatory war cries spread far and wide, bringing chaos to even more mortal prisoners.

The Orcs who remained on the anvil watched helplessly as the once quiet and obedient Shrimp suddenly became frenzied, as if he had become a completely different person.

The Orcs were also greatly excited by the fact that humans were killing each other.

"I never knew these shrimps were so warlike!"

"Wontons are great! Wontons can make shrimp strong!"

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!"

The orcs roared with delight, while the humans, already bloodthirsty and covered in bits of flesh and blood, charged towards the orcs without a second thought.

The green-skinned, seemingly rough but actually extremely sharp battle axe easily cleaved the waists of seven or eight Khorne followers, and a large amount of intestines and internal organs splattered all over the ground like a fountain.

However, these people showed no fear whatsoever. Even with only half a body remaining, they would still crawl over and bite their enemy.

Plague, death, and war spread across Gogo's anvil, and the spread of chaos was unstoppable.

Desperate, the healer Olivia, along with some human soldiers who still clung to the Emperor's faith, seized a high point in the prison and, relying on some primitive weapons of the Ork, repelled the invading enemy.

They all felt a surge of power within them, and at the same time, a fire of anger ignited in their hearts, which would burn them to death if they didn't vent it.

The manic feeling only subsided when Olivia recited the Emperor's Mantra for them.

But all of this is nothing more than a desperate resistance.

Driven by the voices in their ears, the Chaos cultists began a frenzied slaughter of all living people around them.

Even the Ork who remained were hacked to pieces by the rioting human prisoners.

The Orcs used the Gorgon Anvil as bait from the start, so they naturally couldn't deploy too many troops there.

They simply placed the ritual items given by Iribus onto the anvil, and everything began irreversibly.

More and more humans died, their broken bodies splattering large amounts of blood, the dazzling crimson flowing on the ground and converging into rivers of blood.

Cultists whose consciousness has been corrupted by chaos instinctively begin to inscribe more blasphemous warp runes to complete the ritual.

They brought suitable offerings to the altar, slit their throats with crude weapons, and set the altar ablaze with torches lit with human fat.

There are 888 ritual altars on the anvil, and under the powerful force of chaos, the veil of reality here has begun to weaken rapidly.

Even the remaining waaagh energy of the green-skinned orcs was dissipating, and an aura that made the green-skinned orcs feel disgusted began to appear at the Gorgon Anvil.

A magnificent surge of warp energy poured forth, and wherever the etheric waves reached, the earth, soaked in human blood, froze and was frozen solid. Crimson snowflakes fell one after another, as if weeping for the world.

Countless believers in Chaos are chanting softly, reciting the scriptures that naturally come to mind.

Finally, after nine hours, nine minutes and nine seconds, a dazzling subspace rift burst open on the anvil.

Etheric energy is like a flood breaking through a dam, recklessly polluting the real universe.

The few surviving humans heard laughter that seemed to come from hell.

“Vulcan, my brother…”

"we are coming."

Driven by that voice, a large number of Chaos Demons entered the real universe, including many Warp-level beings.

Their size is so enormous that they are comparable to the Titan warhounds, and every move they make exudes terrifying destructive power and intimidation.

Groups of Word Bearers, clad in rust-colored power armor, wielding explosive guns, their bodies covered in deformed spikes and hideous eyes, stomped their power boots on the earth corrupted by chaotic power.

Although their bodies bore the marks of chaotic corruption, their formation remained neat and solemn, exuding the composure of battle-hardened veterans.

After the Word Bearers appeared, a towering figure, over five meters tall and engulfed in chaotic flames, slowly materialized.

He held the Scepter of the Enlightened in his hand, and circles of dim light emerged from behind his head.

The layers upon layers of heavy armor were covered with densely packed scriptures; even a single glance at them was enough to shake the faith of a steadfast believer.

The Great Man of Words opened his arms wide, his face, which was completely different from before, stretched out fully as he breathed in the air of the real universe.

"It feels better to be in the real universe. Although my subspace body is far more powerful than before, I can't just descend here at will."

"The universe is resisting us, resisting the forces of a subspace that are more advanced than itself."

"When we enhance the power of the warp to the point that it can devour the universe, then we will naturally be able to freely enter and exit the two worlds."

Luo Jia was not speaking to his own children. In fact, ever since Angeltai betrayed him, Luo Jia rarely trusted those who spoke unconditionally.

The rebuilt Legion of Word Bearers is ultimately different from the Legion of Word Bearers of the past.

"I still prefer Enkali's embrace. This world is too dry and it's really not friendly to my delicate skin."

Behind Luo Jia, the Fallen Phoenix's sticky, slippery sound, like the dripping of some kind of slightly fishy bodily fluid after a passionate encounter, rang out.

"The stench of the orcs, those vulgar creatures who know nothing of enjoyment and pleasure, is truly a disappointment."

"Even torturing them won't do any good; their minds are completely empty except for fighting!"

Wherever Fugrim went, the ground transformed into a subtle, fleshy texture, allowing him to glide freely along his long, serpentine tail, moving with a ghostly grace.

His four arms brandished long, piercing curved blades, the sharp glint of the blades shining like a spotlight on the brightest star of the Six Rings Silver Palace.

The Dark Prince's most beloved demon prince has finally revealed his true form again after a long period of silence.

"I am deeply honored to have your support," Luo Jia said with a light laugh, flattering Fugrim.

Forgrim ignored Luo Jia, treating him as if he were talking to thin air.

"And yet you hesitate to approach my beloved brother, the Angron Brother?"

"You bear the weight of the Brass Throne on your shoulders. The Blood God cares only for blood and skulls, even those of the Ork."

Luo Jia raised his Enlightened Warhammer, and a response like the roar of a prehistoric beast followed immediately.

A massive, scarlet claw ripped through a rift in the warp, and the monstrous black horns and jagged spikes of the demon Angron made those who watched feel as if they were experiencing excruciating pain.

The scaled-up Butcher's Nails still swaggered on his head, these tangled, dreadlock-like mounds dancing wildly for their host.

Angron was the one most severely corrupted and twisted by the warp among the three Primarchs.

There was no trace of his former human form on his body. A pair of enormous, crimson wings, large enough to blot out the sky, proudly unfurled, unleashing a storm of blood and gore.

Angron remained silent, and Luo Jia was unsure whether his demon brother still possessed the ability to speak.

The demon prince Khorne stared at Loka and Fugrim with hatred, his gaze spinning like a chainsaw between their necks and heads.

The strong smell of sulfur filled the air, and Angron's rage was like a red-hot furnace, causing a burning pain.

Luo Jia felt a little intimidated by the other party's gaze, but he had to keep Anglong calm.

“I know you still hate me, you resent me for making you a demon in the first place.” Luo Jia put down his warhammer, spread his hands, and explained to Angron.

“But if I hadn’t done that, the Butcher’s Nail would have killed you completely, and I couldn’t bear to watch you die.”

"We are brothers, and I will pay any price to save you!"

Angron snorted dismissively, and a large amount of liquid reeking of sulfur and rust splashed onto the ground. Corruption then began to spread, and red sandy soil similar to that of Nukelia appeared on the ground.

"Pay the price? I'm the one who should pay the price!"

"I would rather die than live like this."

The demon prince finally spoke, but as soon as he finished speaking, the Butcher's Nail on his head began to scream and twist.

They punish Angron for his self-destructive thoughts, filling the broken void in his heart with pain and rage.

Angron winced in pain, brandishing his massive black sword and cleaving the head of the vampire demon beside him in two.

The other Khorne demons immediately kept their distance, fearing that this dim-witted demon prince would become their target for revenge and kill them.

In fact, from a certain perspective, the relationship between these primordial demons belonging to Khorne and the demon princes who had risen to power was not very harmonious.

The difference is similar to that of a long-time employee of a startup who has worked diligently for many years but has not gained any status.

In the end, they discovered that the chairman had quickly promoted an outsider and treated him with great favor, even giving him a promotion, a raise, and stock dividends.

The Chaos Demons are not a monolithic entity; they too are rife with intrigue and backstabbing.

Since Angron was elevated to the Demon Prince of Khorne, he has spent almost all his time fighting in the Bronze Arena and killing more Chaos Archdemons for the Blood God in the Great Game.

He succumbed to endless slaughter and bloodshed, unleashing his violence and filling his empty essence by plundering other lives.

However, Angron was already fed up with it; he was merely a puppet slave forcibly driven by the Blood God and the Butcher's Nail.

Just like this time, the reason he was summoned by Luo Jia was because the Blood God hoped that he could help Luo Jia and stop humanity's progress in leaving the subspace.

Otherwise, as soon as he smelled the disgusting stench of Forgrim's monstrous serpent, Angron would immediately attack and try to cut off his head.

The same was true of Forgrim; Slaanesh personally sent him to help the Great Whisperers fight against humanity.

If Angron fought bloody battles under the command of the Blood God every day, then Forgrim indulged in unrestrained pleasure.

He and Slaanesh's High Keeper Enkali were almost inseparable, constantly entangled in bliss, completely oblivious to the outside world's turmoil.

"It only has the honest and straightforward flavor of Vulcan, but lacks Guilliman's clear-eyed stupidity."

"How disappointing! I really wanted to tease this naive brother!"

As Fogrem spoke, he licked his lips with his long, forked tongue, exuding a powerful allure.

Whether male or female, human or alien, none could resist the fatal attraction of the purple datura foliage emanating from Fogrem.

"Eat your food one bite at a time, my Phoenix brother."

Luo Jia whispered in Fugrim's ear, seemingly having completely forgotten the humiliation she suffered in the Sixth Ring Silver Palace in her attempt to win him over.

Upon hearing this, Angron glanced at Forgrim's current state and couldn't help but grin maliciously.

When he laughed, a terrifying shriek, like rusty blades rubbing against each other, spread out, causing Fogrem to frown in displeasure.

A sudden sadness welled up in his eyes.

Phoenix... such a distant name.

Besides that talking steel, who else would call him that?

Feralas...

This fool, whose mind has been enslaved by the Butcher's Nail, can only find a few pleasures like this.

Fugrim brandished the four piercing scimitars in his hand, instantly producing a crisp, clear sound of sharp blades clashing.

Meanwhile, Angron was also rubbing his black sword, seemingly eager to test his skills against his opponent.

The relationship between Khorne and Slaanesh is notoriously bad, as everyone knows.

The latter's filthy blasphemy against the noble cause infuriated Khorne even more than Tzeentch's blasphemous and dishonorable psionic magic.

Luo Jia immediately felt a headache coming on. He had indeed managed to win over two Primarchs as allies, but getting them to cooperate properly was an impossible task.

The one who spoke out stepped in, separating the two sides by a distance.

“My dear brother, now is not the time for us to fight amongst ourselves.”

"Our Vulcan brother is currently in the Anvil system. He's been blinded by his foolish kindness and actually dared to come here to die."

"He knew he couldn't save the lowly mortals on this planet, yet he still spared no expense to destroy the Anvil and give those humans a quick salvation."

"The only one who can rival his pedantry is probably Guilliman."

"His insistence on humanity is his greatest weakness, which has led him to his current predicament."

"How about you resolve your conflict after we defeat the Undying Fire Dragon?"

"I promise not to interfere in your old feud, and I will also be a witness to your victory."

Luo Jia cleverly shifted the internal contradictions of Chaos away from it.

Upon hearing this, the two demon princes reluctantly agreed to Luo Jia's suggestion, but they still refused to make eye contact with him.

“I will offer him to the Prince of Pleasure, a Primarch who can endure endless torment and return from the dead, and who has so many new tricks to try.”

“I now have at least 666 ideas that I can use on Vulcan, and I guarantee they will be far more profound than the pain and pleasure that Kurtz brought to Vulcan back then.”

"Oh~ just thinking about it makes me feel a little overwhelmed~"

The fine snake scales on Forgrim's body trembled slightly, writhing as if reaching some kind of state of pleasure.

The man who spoke out felt a chill run down his spine. The tricks that Fogrim was playing were so disgusting and blasphemous that even he didn't want to know more about them.

Because by the time you understand it, you've already been mentally corrupted and wish you could erase that memory from your mind.

Having spent so long under Slaanesh's tutelage, who knows what kind of monstrous knowledge Forgrim actually acquired?

Luo Jia looked up, gazing at the sky.

He saw the densely packed Ork warships surging in like a tide, surrounding the Salamander legion, which was overwhelmingly outnumbered.

Even the traitorous Primarch felt boundless anger and hatred when he saw these filthy and hideous aliens.

This is an instinct etched into the genes of emperors, and it remains unchanged even now that they have shed their physical bodies and transformed into subspace life forms.

However, their current alliance with the green-skinned orcs is only temporary, and they can only break off relations after dealing with the empire, which is a major problem.

"I will use the power of the warp to teleport you into the Salamander's warship."

"Remember not to seriously damage those warships. We are severely lacking in space warships, and these can be captured and used for our purposes."

Luo Jia also specifically instructed that he was extremely envious of the Salamander fleet and wished he could take over its territory right now.

The Empire's progress in space naval technology has been so rapid that even the once-glorious Queen has fallen behind.

The Abyss Fury-class warships that the Word Bearers painstakingly built, under the cover of General Cabo Hal, have become nothing more than ordinary roadside goods.

Those Dark Mechanicus who fled into the Eye of Terror with the rebels were worlds apart from the current Mechanicus and Advanced Technological Community of the Empire.

As far as Luo Jia knows, many of the Dark Mechanicus followers under Keber Hal regret their past betrayals and foolishness.

They betrayed the empire in order to research forbidden technologies that were not permitted.

Horus promised Kebo Hal that once he had control of the Empire, he would be free to open the Moravik cellars, which had been sealed by the Emperor.

The reason why the Forging General was able to win over other members of the Dark Mechanicus was also because of his promises.

But now many people are starting to realize that the Empire has lifted its blockade, and their advanced technology is appearing out of nowhere as if it were free.

Many members of the Dark Mechanicus are deeply interested in space bridge technology, but they simply lack the necessary resources to research this entirely new technology.

"We'll see. I might be able to hold back, but what about Angron?"

Fugrim chuckled, teasing Angron, whose face was flushed red.

The Lord of Red Sand was already so thirsty that he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to what Luo Jia was rambling on about.

He just wanted to have a good, satisfying killing spree, and then get a brief respite and relaxation.

Luo Jia began preparing the teleportation ritual on Gao Ge's anvil, where there were plenty of sacrificial materials, allowing him to freely unleash warp magic.

Just as the Great Word Bearer was engrossed in drawing the runes of chaos, his enchanted warriors brought in some unusual prisoners.

Those were some stubborn lackeys who insisted on remaining loyal to the false emperor.

The Church's nun Olivia was held like a plaything by those ravenous enchanted warriors.

The ropes, imbued with the blasphemous power of the subspace, tightly bound the nun's hands and feet, leaving her utterly powerless to resist or commit suicide.

Olivia experienced a rollercoaster of emotions when she witnessed the Great Whisperer scribbling on the ground, and the devout nun recognized the heretic's identity.

The traitorous Primarch: Loka Aurelion.

Only then did Olivia fully understand the confusion in her heart.

So that's how it is. The warp was behind it all.

Every glance at Luo Jia placed immense mental pressure on this state nun.

Ordinary warp demons are enough to corrupt the human mind, let alone the three traitorous Primarchs here.

The destructive power emanating from them has corrupted and tainted the entire Gaoge Anvil, turning it into a springboard for carrying chaotic power.

The veterans of the Astronautical Army around Olivia began to waver, their will growing increasingly weary and on the verge of collapse.

This is not because they are not loyal enough, but because this pure chaotic power has exceeded the limit that human will can bear.

Only the nun was still struggling to hold on, chanting the Emperor's Word to resist the overwhelming influence of the Primarch.

"Oh?"

"There's even a nun from the state religion."

“Hiss... I smell purity, the scent of my father’s devout believer. How fortunate I am.”

Forgrim vanished from his spot with the speed of a phantom, and when he reappeared before Luo Jia's eyes, all those obstructive Astronaut veterans had turned into white bones without a trace of flesh or blood.

In an instant, their bodies were stripped of flesh and blood by Fulgrim's piercing scimitar, leaving only white bones standing in place, like human sculptures of works of art.

His long, flexible snake tail then coiled around the nun and gently brought her to his face.

Foghrim's pinkish-purple eyes gazed deeply into Olivia's heart, like autumn waters.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and Olivia saw through Fogrem's twisted and insane mind.

Endless depravity, endless darkness, not a glimmer of light to be seen.

"Despicable traitor!"

"You are not qualified to call yourself the son of the emperor."

"You have failed the Emperor, you have failed Felus!"

Olivia already knew she was going to die, so she resorted to the most cutting words to attack Forgrim's wounds.

But the Fallen Phoenix was not angry; he even showed a nostalgic expression.

“Ferus is my beloved. Although we parted ways, I believe that there will finally be someone who will recognize me and stand by my side.”

Forgrim wasn't lying; he had learned some extremely exciting news from the Legion's chief apothecary, Fabius Bayer—

The chief pharmacist is attempting to use the collected original genome samples to replicate and clone a completely new genome.

This was an incredibly audacious and blasphemous plan. Fabius, in alliance with Forging General Keber Hal, obtained the biological knowledge from the minds of those Dark Eldar Bloodwalkers.

If Fabius's plan succeeds, Fugrem will be able to see Feralus again, his former love.

"Why did you keep her here?" Luo Jia questioned.

He heard Olivia reciting Guilliman's version of "The Words of the Emperor," which was practically an insult to the original author.

"We kept her here so she could be a witness."

"Forgrim said smugly, his tone brimming with arrogance and conceit."

"She believes I betrayed the Emperor, betrayed Feralas, but those are all lies!"

"It was the Emperor who betrayed us. He was the one who colluded with the forces of the Warp first; we were just imitating him."

"I want her to witness firsthand how I resurrected Feralus and how I made him follow me and enjoy pleasure forever."

"By the name of the Dark Prince, I curse you to refuse death until the day you witness it!"

(End of this chapter)