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

Chapter 810 Guilliman, No Longer Late (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Thomas Edison, the leader of the evil moon, is now exceptionally angry.

He was ordered by the warlord Zak to use the human prisoners on the anvil to lure the fleet led by Vulcan into a trap.

He then, with the help of Erebas, partnered with the Primarch in an attempt to defeat Vulcan in one battle, and all of this was supposed to go perfectly according to plan.

But who could have predicted that that damned Vulcan would be so decisive and ruthless, launching a devastating attack on the sun of the Anvil Galaxy?

The human fleet did suffer heavy losses in the ravages of the solar storm, but the biggest victims were the Orks lurking inside the star system.

To ensure the mission's success, the leader of the Evil Moon brought more than six combat moons and an even larger number of green-skinned warships.

A large portion of these troops were his direct subordinates, representing the substantial resources of the Evil Moon Clan.

Because of their expertise in accumulating wealth and developing their own power, and because they are more cunning and treacherous than other orc clans, Evilmoon has always been the foremost among the orc clans.

Even the theoretically most powerful Goff clan was often overwhelmed by the Evil Moon.

Since Thomas Edison rose to the positions of chief treasurer and interior minister of the Zach warlords, he has used his power to recklessly seize benefits for his clan.

The influence of the Evil Moon Clan is growing.

But under the sudden onslaught of a solar storm, all of this vanished as easily as a mirage.

Orc warships and battle moons are not good at defense.

Therefore, when the runaway star unleashed its devastating solar storm, the intense streams of high-energy particles, electromagnetic radiation, and ejections of stellar material brought annihilation upon the orcs.

Hundreds of millions of Orcs were roasted into dried mushrooms by electromagnetic radiation that fell from the sky in their own warships and fortresses.

Even the orcs' powerful physique and vitality could not withstand this kind of damage.

For the cunning, greedy, and stingy Evil Moon Boss, having his money taken away was more unacceptable than killing him.

In his eyes, his warships and those energetic young men were his greatest assets.

After all, without them, who would consider themselves the boss, and how would all the money in his hands circulate?
Enraged and filled with malice, the Moon Orcs immediately issued an order: once the solar storm weakened to an acceptable level, they would launch a retaliatory attack and completely slaughter all humans.

As for the warp allies mentioned by Eribus, the leader of the Evil Moon completely disregarded whether they would be affected.

The Ork and the Warp are also enemies. As soon as Vulcan is defeated, their alliance will naturally end immediately, and they will revert to hostility.

He only cares about his stance and interests; as for allies, they are meaningless unless they are used to betray someone.

So at that very moment, while the fierce battle raged inside the Undying Ember, the Ork's Battle Moon also began to move.

They closed the distance between themselves, using the gravitational and magnetic fields superimposed by the battle moons to reduce the overall damage from the solar storm.

As for those green-skinned warships, they cunningly hid behind the Battle Moon, using it as cover to protect themselves.

In this way, although the combat moon's movement speed and agility are somewhat slower, at least its safety is better guaranteed.

The Orcs spotted the human fleet hiding behind the Gorgon Anvil and immediately revealed a look of utter hatred.

Once they got close to the human fleet, several green-skinned warships immediately launched a surprise attack, bombarding the human warships, which were still restarting, with fierce firepower.

Suddenly, dazzling sparks erupted from inside the battleship that was restarting. The explosion caused by the secondary detonation destroyed the reactor and engine room, causing the entire warship to fall apart from the inside.

Upon detecting that the green-skinned orcs were launching a sneak attack on the salamander fleet, several Void Annihilation-class warships that had been restored to their original condition were immediately dispatched to defend the area.

They deployed their void shields to withstand the Ork's deadly attacks as much as possible.

On the battlefield of the Undying Ember, Vulcan also sensed an approaching external threat.

Luo Jia continuously unleashed psionic spells, using various unique methods that Vulcan had never seen before, to harass, weaken, and restrict the Fire Dragon Lord's actions.

Without considering a forced ascension to magic, even the Great Sage of Words would have little chance against the Undying Fire Dragon in the short term.

After all, Vulcan fought a bloody battle in the palace against Magnus, who had been tricked by Koz, and even Magnus could not kill the Lord of Fire Dragons.

Before his ascension, Magnus was the Primarch with the strongest psychic power of all.

Even the current ascended demon Luo Jia is slightly inferior to Magnus before he ascended to demonhood.

"What will you choose, my brother?"

“I admit that we have failed this time. I cannot offer an immortal Primarch to the High Heavens.”

"But are you prepared to face those stinking Ork? The commotion you caused has enraged those aliens..."

Luo Jia used his words to stir up Vulcan's emotions, trying to create a suitable opportunity to use his psionic magic.

Compared to Magnus, he was actually more skilled at supportive psionic spells rather than directly using powerful psionic energy to overwhelm and kill enemies.

"Even if we die, it's no big deal. At worst, we can return to the warp and come back after a period of silence."

"But what about you? You were killed, truly killed. Even if you were able to join our father's Cursed Legion and continue serving, would you still be yourself?"

"The Cursed Legion is a derivative of the Emperor's power and will. Once you enter it, you will naturally be assimilated by his divine power."

"The individual will is worn down and weakened, while the collective will is strengthened and purified, which is no different from death."

"You possess the ability to live forever, but what about your offspring? Think of them, and don't make pointless sacrifices."

Luo Jia kept arguing, trying to sway Vulcan's mind, but Vulcan just kept swinging his warhammer.

The giant, as black as charcoal, retorted sarcastically.

"Stop your ridiculous verbal attacks, don't waste your energy."

"Even if the legion is destroyed, I will not hesitate."

Do you think our loyalty to the Emperor is the same as your ridiculous loyalty?

"Luojia, you don't understand what faith is at all; you simply worship power."

"You saw that the power of the four gods seemed to surpass that of the emperor, so you directly abandoned your original faith and threw yourself into the embrace of chaos."

"You even built the impractical City of Perfection to demonstrate your devotion to the Emperor and to praise the greatness of the Emperor's achievements."

You keep saying that the Emperor is someone you believe in, but he told you to focus on the expedition and not waste your time and energy, yet you wouldn't listen and remained self-righteous.

This is your attitude towards the Lord of Faith; you are nothing but an opportunist.

If you truly have complete faith in the Emperor, you should gladly accept it, even if he wants to destroy your perfect city or even if he makes you and your legion submit to slaughter.

In retrospect, Robert really shouldn't have destroyed Perfect City. If he had preserved it, and let you revisit it now, it might have been more interesting.

Luo Jia was speechless, choked by his fire dragon brother. He never knew that the taciturn and kind-hearted Vulcan actually had such sharp eloquence.

Every word he said was like the heaviest hammer, striking those sensitive and vulnerable places in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable and frustrated, yet unable to refute or vent his anger.

Vulcan keenly sensed the disorder in the other party's aura, and then sneered, "But if the Emperor's power surpasses that of the Four Gods, let us guess, would you shamelessly return to worship the Emperor?"

"After all, what sense of shame do you have, a three-surname traitor like you? You're nothing but a weather vane, bending whichever way the wind blows."

"What do you mean by that?" Luo Jia vaguely sensed that the other person's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"What does it mean for the Emperor to surpass the Four Gods? In the subspace, apart from the Primordial Truth, there is nothing that surpasses those four Chaos Powers."

"They are great beings who transcend everything, a corner of the octagon of chaos, the lords of the throne. Once they are born, they immediately traverse the timeline and exist in the past and the future."

“Even if our father was powerful, he still could not contend with these beings. The failure of the Great Expedition and the decline of the Empire are the best proof.”

“Even if Horus hadn’t started the great rebellion, there would have been others, other traitors. Half of us would have abandoned the Emperor’s path and chosen to be his enemy.”

Upon hearing Luo Jia's answer, Vulcan immediately realized that his fanatical brother was unaware of the existence of the "Dark Lord".

If he were to learn about the Emperor's other side—which is actually the great being yet to awaken on the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star Throne he speaks of—I wonder how devastated he would be, to the point of vomiting blood and collapsing.

Of course, Vulcan could not reveal this secret to the other party.

He couldn't guarantee that Luo Jia wouldn't do something crazy that would disrupt the dynamic balance between the Emperor and the Dark King.

Another point worth considering is that the evil gods in the warp must have known about the special relationship between the Emperor and the Dark Lord, since they instigated the final battle on Vengeful Spirits to force the Emperor to ascend.

However, as the True Word Apostle of Chaos, the believer and preacher of the original truth, Luo Jia knew nothing about the Emperor and the Dark King. Doesn't this show that Chaos did not consider Luo Jia to be one of its own?

If they don't even know this, then Luo Jia has been jumping around here for so long. In the eyes of both sides, isn't he just a clown?

Vulcan shook his head helplessly, remaining silent, but his eyes held a hint of mockery and sneer as he looked at Luo Jia.

That made it seem like I knew the secret, but I wasn't going to tell you.

"Don't look at me with that disgusting gaze!"

What are you hiding?!

"Don't push me! Vulcan!"

Luo Jia felt that Vulcan's gaze was like needles pricking him. He was certain that the other man was hiding some huge secret, but he just wouldn't tell him.

This most honest Primarch brother was now more hateful in Luo Jia's eyes than Guilliman, that hypocrite, making him grit his teeth in hatred.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the battle between Feralus and Forgrim has reached a fever pitch.

Strictly speaking, the current battle between the two Primarchs is merely a continuation of the fratricidal conflict that occurred between Ishtar V and his brothers.

Just as Horus's betrayal was beginning, Forgrim was ordered by the Warmaster to persuade the threatening Feralus Marus to turn his back on the Emperor.

But upon learning of his brother's purpose, Feralus angrily shattered the Flameblade he had once given to Forgrim, and Forgrim reclaimed the Forgebreaker Warhammer, marking the end of their relationship.

On the battlefield of Istvan V, Feralus met Forgrim's Forgebreaker with his reforged Flameblade, as the two sworn brothers unleashed their full fury on each other.

At the end of the war, when Felus defeated his opponent and was about to behead his traitorous brother, he hesitated, which gave Forgrim the opportunity to draw the Blade of Ral.

At a crucial moment, Forgrim was bewitched and controlled by the Slaanesh hidden within the Blade of Ral, and wielded the Blade of Ral to behead Medusa's Gorgon.

That sword strike killed not only Feralus, but also the original Forgrim.

Many people lamented that if the Primarch of the Steel Hand had not died in Istvan V, the outcome of this rebellion might have been different.

Felus Marus has always been a strong contender for the title of Warmaster. His personal combat prowess and leadership abilities are among the best in his brothers.

Feralus continued to swing his heavy hammer, while Forgrim used his four arms to wield his piercing scimitar in defense.

The headless Gorgon was no less powerful than before, and in fact, he no longer had any fatal weaknesses.

After all, he didn't even have a head, so what weaknesses could he possibly have?
The Emperor's psychic power sustains Feralas, allowing the Iron Hand Primarch to operate as efficiently as a war machine with an inexhaustible energy supply.

Forgrim was both shocked and furious. He still felt guilty and remorseful towards Feralus, and when he fought him again, he would inevitably be distracted and unable to concentrate fully.

In a confrontation of this level, any distraction or carelessness can be fatal.

The warhammer, wreathed in golden flames, tore through Forgrim's magnificent armor, shattering its tough, fine scales.

The Dark Prince's demonic primal felt the intertwining of physical pain and pleasure, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Meanwhile, Angron charged at Feralus like a madman, sweeping away Gorgon's hammer with his black sword.

Firuston flew into a rage, and numerous lethal weapons flew out from the multi-functional weapon backpack on his back, causing Angron to cover his head and take cover.

"We can't keep going like this. Those Ork are surrounding Vulcan's fleet."

Felus was about to call upon the Emperor for further assistance, but suddenly, as if sensing something, the anger and agitation that had been building up inside him vanished instantly.

In the outer reaches of the Anvil Galaxy, a massive and imposing human fleet was rapidly approaching.

That striking "Ω" symbol was none other than the Imperial Fleet led by Guilliman.

"Guilliman, Guilliman, this time you're finally not late!" Firus shouted excitedly.

On the command bridge of the flagship, the Imperial Wrath, Guilliman was also filled with lingering fear and joy, terrified of repeating the mistakes of the past.

Upon receiving Vulcan's interstellar communication, Guilliman immediately realized it was a trap specifically designed for the Salamanders. He dropped everything and rushed to their aid with Rosie. Although Vulcan explained that he should provide assistance within his capabilities and without disrupting the overall plan, in Guilliman's eyes, what plan could be more important than Vulcan's safety?
Every loyal Primarch is an invaluable asset to the Imperium and an irreplaceable treasure to humanity.

Guilliman rushed as fast as he could, and with Roche's personal escort, he finally arrived at the Anvil Galaxy via subspace travel.

Various types of Imperial warships followed around the Imperial Wrath, a formidable force poised to make a decisive move and now ready to intervene in the battle between the Salamander and Greenskin fleets.

"The intensity of the solar storm on this star must be a scorched-earth tactic adopted by Vulcan after realizing he was surrounded."

"If we don't do this, they probably won't even get our support before they're surrounded and wiped out by the Orcs."

"Faster! Faster! Speed ​​up!"

Guilliman stared at the dense array of windows on the holographic screen before him, a waterfall of green data flashing by rapidly.

He quickly deduced what had happened during that period based on the known information.

The support fleet is currently at the edge of the star system, where the intensity of the solar storm is much weaker than at the location of the anvil.

Even so, the Empire's warships operated their shield systems at full power to withstand the deadly ionizing radiation and the bombardment of high-energy particle beams.

Loshi closed his eyes, ignoring the dazzling cosmic rays spreading across the warship's portholes, and instead focused his attention on the interior of the Undying Ember.

"It wasn't just those Ork; there were also several extremely powerful warp creatures around Vulcan."

"Two of them are followers of Khorne and Slaanesh respectively, and the remaining one does not have a clear power attribute, but may be a powerful demon of chaos."

"Hmm? There's another powerful being releasing an aura similar to the Emperor's Cursed Legion. Could it be Ferus Marus?"

The battle situation inside the Undying Ember was too complex; even Loxi could only get a general sense of it and couldn't clearly discern what was happening.

But when Guilliman heard the name "Fairus," a look of ecstasy quickly spread across his face.

"Ferus, it's Ferus!"

"He's here too?!"

"Your Majesty, I am so glad to see this brother again."

Seeing Guilliman's excited expression, Rosie felt ashamed.

"How could I forget Guilliman's fanatical admiration for Felus? This guy even included Felus in his 'Fearless Four'."

"Upon learning of Firus's death in Istvan V, Guilliman was deeply saddened and even erected a private statue in the cemetery of Macurag to commemorate his deceased brother."

Guilliman was filled with the joy of seeing Felus again. Although he knew that the Cursed Legion existed beneath the Net Path, he had never had the chance to meet them.

"Immediately launch an attack on those Ork warships and the Battle Moon. I will personally lead my troops to board the Undying Ember and fight alongside my brothers!"

Upon hearing this, Captain Raeder of the Imperial Wrath immediately offered words of advice.

"Lord Guilliman, the solar storms on the star have not yet subsided. If we advance rashly at this moment, it could result in heavy losses for the fleet."

"It is not the best time to launch an immediate attack on the Orks. Instead, we should dispatch an elite assault force to directly support Lord Vulcan's flagship and help them evacuate from the star system."

"After we leave the area affected by the solar storm, we will have a final battle with the Orks."

Guilliman also seriously considered the captain's suggestion and realized that he had indeed been a bit too hasty.

"No need."

At that moment, Luo Xi spoke up to stop him.

"It's not as difficult as you might think to calm that runaway star down."

"Moreover, I have an idea that I've been working on for a long time but haven't put into practice yet. Now is the perfect opportunity to turn it into reality."

Guilliman looked at Rosie with slight surprise, but when he saw his best friend's confident expression, all his doubts disappeared.

Anyway, it seems that everything Rosie said has come true so far.

Guilliman used to feel ashamed that he hadn't done anything, but later he completely let go of that feeling.

With such an all-powerful friend, what else could he possibly worry about? Anyway, what's Rosie's is his, so why should they distinguish between "yours" and "mine"?
Loxi took a deep breath and then mobilized his authority.

He wanted to mold that raging star into the shape he desired before everyone.

"Back when we were dealing with that shattered celestial being, that neutron war star left a deep impression on me."

"Often, fancy attack methods are not as effective as simple and practical impacts. The simpler the attack method, the harder it is to resist."

"Since returning to the Warhammer universe, I've been bogged down with trivial matters. Now I can finally take care of both of these problems at once."

Roche used his authority to gradually extend his consciousness into the microscopic world.

In his eyes, the chaotic universe had become something else entirely: stars were no longer stars, but enormous products of countless hydrogen and helium atoms entangled together and undergoing continuous fusion reactions.

This giant fusion of atoms released powerful gravity, bending the surrounding space and even causing localized collapses.

The wonder of the universe is built upon the triple cycle of energy, matter, and information. As long as we grasp the rules of transformation within it, we can naturally hold this power in our hands.

Roche extended his right hand and grasped the star in a loose motion. Immediately, the star's gravitational field began to deflect and shift, changing the vector direction of the compressed space.

What appeared before everyone's eyes was that the star that was releasing a solar storm suddenly shuddered and then dimmed sharply.

On the radiant surface of the star, a dark area resembling a handprint suddenly appeared.

It's like a pulsar, releasing all its energy from both ends instead of radiating energy evenly in all directions as before.

A fierce gamma-ray burst is thrown into the universe from the tip of a star, and the chaotic energy surge inside it gradually subsides under this release.

"It's better to guide than to block. Instead of suppressing this temperamental star until it has no temper, it's better to let it release all its excess energy."

"Once it stabilizes again, I can burn off the remaining hydrogen until the interior collapses again to form a neutron star or a white dwarf."

Luo Xi's casual words immediately silenced everyone present.

That was a deadly, out-of-control star, but how did it come out of Rosie's mouth as if it were a toy that could be played with at will?
"Actually, if those Ork warships and battle moons weren't mixed up with the Salamander warships, I could have completely changed the direction of the gamma-ray burst and killed those Ork people."

Guilliman could already imagine how terrifying it would be to use natural forces like gamma-ray bursts in war.

This powerful force can kill any life within its range, even the fungal spores of the Ork.

Under Loxi's influence, the solar storm affecting the entire galaxy weakened and dissipated instantly, and such a drastic change made countless Ork people extremely uncomfortable.

With the interference from the sun dissipating, they quickly discovered the human reinforcements that were rushing from the outer reaches of the galaxy.

"Stop them! Don't let this human fleet join up with Vulcan's fleet!"

"Once we reunite, we'll never have another chance!"

The Orcs immediately dispatched a portion of their Void Force to meet the human fleet that was rushing to their aid.

They also understood the principle that it's better to cut off one finger than to injure ten. If humans were to unite, they probably wouldn't be able to completely subdue any of them.

Guilliman confidently handed over command of the fleet back to Admiral Raeder.

The Primarch then boarded a Void Annihilation-class warship with his Ever-Victorious Guard and Lothie.

While the main fleet was engaged in fierce fighting with the Ork, they took the opportunity to approach the Salamander fleet.

The Orc warships relentlessly fired at the human fleet. Their firepower density far surpassed that of the humans, and their various bizarre attack patterns were incredibly troublesome.

"We have entered boarding range of the assault boat."

"Board the Undying Embers! All personnel, prepare for impact!"

The situation on the Undying Ember is extremely complicated. Even Loxi doesn't want to use psionic energy to teleport her own troops there directly.

This warship is already caught between the real universe and the subspace. If it makes any rash moves, unexpected situations may occur.

Guilliman also personally entered the assault boat, and then the engine was started, and these big guys used for boarding operations began to disembark from the deck of the warship.

Amidst the dazzling plasma plume, the assault boat and torpedoes accelerated to cruising speed before ramming directly into the side armor of the Salamander flagship.

Fortunately, the Undying Ember had deployed its Void Shield during the previous battle; otherwise, boarding would have been much more difficult for them.

The heat-melting generator melted the warship's thick armor, driving the forward ram directly into the ship's interior. Only after the cooling system had finished its emergency cooling process did the hatches of the assault boats and torpedoes burst open.

Roboute Guilliman, dressed in military uniform, stepped onto the deck of the Undying Ember.

The complex mixture of smells in the air made the original's keen sense of smell extremely uncomfortable.

The stench of burning corpses and metal, the lingering smell of plasma and molten metal weapons, and most importantly, the strange odor emanating from the warp creatures.

The void warship belonging to the Salamanders was now in complete disarray, with the corpses of the fallen scattered everywhere.

Sculptures and artworks crafted by skilled Salamander artisans are burning in the flames of war.

The distortions caused by the warp corruption were visible on the warship's metal frame, and the hideous, bloody faces could still be faintly seen, seemingly still wailing.

Loxi walked behind the victorious soldiers, feeling the outrageously dense subspace energy here with disgust.

"It was like a septic tank that had exploded, throwing all the filth that had accumulated inside everywhere."

"I don't even know how to purify this warship anymore. I might as well use this energy to build a new one."

Despite his complaints, all the warp demons within his sight were banished back to warp by streaks of silver-gray psionic lightning.

Where he walked, the traces of decaying flesh and blood gradually disappeared, and the warships returned to their original cold and solid appearance.

The Undying Ember's machine spirit immediately received strong support. The little guy came to seek Rosie's comfort with sobs, and Rosie could only reluctantly soothe him.

His gaze pierced through the layers of decks and fell upon several Primarchs locked in a bloody battle.

“Luojia, Angron, and Fugrim… a total of three Primarchs!”

"What a grand display! They're trying to devour Vulcan in one go. It's a pity they didn't get to eat the fat, but instead knocked out a mouthful of teeth."

“Vulcan, Ferrus, and Guilliman who just arrived, that makes it a fair three-on-three match.”

Without further hesitation, Guilliman led his men through the sealed hatch of the compartment, which had been opened due to the power outage, and provided support to Vulcan and Felus under the dim emergency lights.

With both old and new grudges compounded, the Lord of Limits' fighting spirit instantly boiled over.

"I am coming!"

"Damn traitor, prepare to face my wrath!"

Luo Jia and Fugrim, who were locked in fierce combat, immediately spotted Guilliman rushing towards them, and were instead delighted rather than alarmed.

Just when it seemed they were about to return empty-handed, Guilliman suddenly appeared, which was like a godsend.

Guilliman, how dare he charge straight in? What an idiot!

After ascending to demonhood, Luo Jia completely disregarded Guilliman.

Even without ascending to demonic power, he could still easily defeat his brother, who had weak psychic abilities, using his own spiritual power.

As for Forgrim, he had no desire to continue fighting Feralus.

Looking at the other's empty head, Fugrim's mind was filled with the painful image of his own body being controlled and his head being cut off from Feralus.

His elusive figure flickered in the dim light, and the rustling, piercing curved blade gleamed with a dazzling cold light.

Slaanesh's prince licked his lips, seemingly already smelling the wonderful feeling of Guilliman's foolish blood splattering on him.

"If it weren't for Felus, Guilliman would seem like a good alternative?"

"My foolish brother, feel your elder brother's love for you!"

(End of this chapter)