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

Chapter 812 Battle Against the White Dwarf (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The information revealed by Ferrus immediately put everyone to their senses.

Every sentence in this information is exceptionally crucial and deserves careful consideration and interpretation.

For them, the biggest problem now is that they know nothing about the Emperor's condition.

No one knows how far the battle between the Emperor and the Dark Lord has progressed, or whether the Emperor is at a disadvantage in the fight.

The appearance of Ferrus now provides some crucial information at just the right time.

This Primarch, who has already fallen in Istvan V, now has a closer connection with the Emperor than any other Primarch.

The Emperor maintains Feralas's existence with his spiritual power, and only Feralas can clearly sense the Emperor's state.

If anyone could make the most authoritative judgment on the current state of the Emperor, that person would undoubtedly be Ferrus Manus.

Ferrus remained silent, seemingly pondering how to explain.

"I can't say too much, otherwise it will affect the Emperor's grand plan."

"The rise of the state religion and the emergence of extreme fanaticism will indeed objectively boost the power and influence of the Dark Lord."

"But all of this is still under the Emperor's control, you can rest assured about that."

Luo Xi was also slightly moved and voiced her guess.

"Is the disappearance of Macado and Waldo related to the Emperor's plan?"

"The two of them have never shown their faces. I think there is no other reason to explain this except for the Emperor's arrangement."

Ferrus neither affirmed nor denied, but simply remained silent.

Luo Xi immediately realized that the other party was answering her question with silence.

"So, will our plan to help Euphrates Kierle and guide the state religion back to the right path affect the Emperor's plans?"

“Everything is going according to the Emperor’s plan,” Feralus replied.

"Has our war against the Ork affected the Emperor's plans?" Lothie continued to ask.

"The rise of the orcs was an unexpected variable. You have done a good job of confining them to the northeast of the galaxy and constantly weakening and attacking them."

"We must never allow the Orc Empire to rise again. It's better for the Ancient Saints' out-of-control bio-weapons to remain dormant."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xi immediately nodded. He suddenly felt a strong sense of confidence, and his previous apprehension vanished.

Everything was going according to the Emperor's plan.

The true value of this statement can only be fully appreciated by those who have personally experienced an emperor no longer managing the empire and being unable to respond.

The greatest reliance and support for the human empire, or rather the human race as a whole, has never changed.

Neither Guilliman, Lothie, nor any of the other Primarchs were capable of filling the vacancy left by the Emperor.

“Your current decision is correct. When the time is right, Makado and Waldo will return, and then we will completely resolve the problem of the Dark Lord.”

"Believe me, that time is not far off."

Ferrus's answer was extremely encouraging, and even Vulcan, who had just experienced a bloody battle and whose flagship had been badly damaged, was beaming with joy.

"In that case, we must accelerate the annihilation of the Orc Empire."

"We eagerly await the day when the Emperor will once again step down from the Golden Throne: when the Space Bridge Network will be completed in the Milky Way, and our dimensional technology will be able to carve out a space exclusively for humanity from the universe, to isolate us from the influence of chaotic forces to the greatest extent possible."

"The Emperor will see an empire more promising than ever before, and he, the finest captain, will steer this ark to lead humanity to new horizons."

As Vulcan envisioned the future, Feralas before him grew increasingly unreal.

"Oh, right, I have another request, and I hope you can help me fulfill it."

Before leaving, Felus suddenly spoke again to his other Primarch brothers.

“After I died in the Battle of Istvaan V, my descendants went down a much more extreme path.”

"They believe that flesh and blood are weak and that machines can ascend, so they carry out unrestrained mechanization of their bodies."

"Physical modification is not their biggest problem. It is my old Darwinist ideas of survival of the fittest that have led them astray."

This is my fault as a father. I didn't have a chance to guide them properly before they turned out like this.

"They are eliminating all irrational emotions, which they consider a flaw, and they want to become as cold and ruthless as steel and machinery, without any weaknesses."

"This is a road of no return."

Ferrus's tone became ethereal, as if he were sighing.

"I don't have the time or opportunity to correct their mistakes right now, so I'm asking you all to help them if you have the chance."

“Tell them that I never wanted them to become cold-hearted, or as hard and numb as machines.”

"If I had a choice, I would prefer them to return to flesh and blood, rather than to be cold and heartless like machines."

"Rest assured, as long as the situation allows, we will definitely convey your message to the Steel Hand." Guilliman tapped his breastplate lightly with his right hand, giving a reassuring reply.

"My offspring are currently fighting on the western front of the Ghoul Stars. Luther is leading several Astartes Legions, fighting alongside those space undead."

"By the way, Rosie, the Emperor asked me to tell you something."

Perhaps because he lost his head, Ferrus seemed to have some memory problems.

He had just finished entrusting the matter to the Iron Hand when he suddenly remembered another task from the Emperor.

"Huh?" Luo Xi's eyes widened immediately, wondering what the Emperor wanted to tell him.

"The Emperor said: You should pay close attention to Barabbas Danteok, who is now fighting alongside the Iron Legion you created."

Danteok?

Not only Roche, but even Guilliman was baffled by this.

Danteok and the others all knew him; he was the greatest contributor to lighting up the Sousa Lighthouse, and a respectable, loyal, and iron-willed warrior.

However, there were simply too many loyalists like him during that glorious and tragic period of the Great Rebellion. Why did the Emperor specifically mention his name?

Also, wasn't Danteok supposed to be living a leisurely life in Sosa? How did he end up on the western front of the Ghoul Stars and get involved with the Iron Legion and Adam?
Loshi's mind was full of questions, but Ferrus had no intention of explaining further, as it was not within his responsibilities.

The Cursed Legion and Feralus Marus finally vanished with the wind.

The ship's cabin was a mess, filled with molten metal and ashes from the fire.

Under Loxi's guidance, the warship's mechanical spirit accelerated its restart.

With the help of the Salamander Space Marines sent by Vulcan to restart the warship, all the functions and systems of this behemoth were finally back online.

The Void Shield Generator emitted a deep hum, and a layer of light blue space bubble rose once again on the surface of the warship.

The plasma engines at the stern of the warship emitted a deep blue plasma tail, propelling the warship to a slow turn, and together with the other warships of the Salamander, it rushed out of the Anvil System.

Admiral Raeder commanded a massive fleet to attack the counterattacking Ork fleet.

"What are you planning to do with the Battle Moon?" Guilliman turned his gaze to Loshi.

"Those green-skinned warships are easy to deal with, but this combat moon is a tough nut to crack."

Loxi remained completely calm; he had already figured out how to deal with the Battle Moon.

His attention shifted to the star that was rapidly decaying.

The sun's excess energy was released through a supernova explosion, burning up all its hydrogen in just a few hours.

The remaining stellar matter is collapsing under its own gravity, and its volume is decreasing rapidly at a visible rate.

It is transforming from a gaseous star into a degenerate white dwarf.

"Its mass is insufficient, and the internal electron degeneracy pressure can support the stability of its own structure; otherwise, it should have collapsed into a neutron star."

Loxi cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and the white dwarf star that was spinning rapidly in the void also moved along with it.

The white dwarf that the Sun in the Anvil Galaxy transformed into is about 12000 kilometers in diameter, which is close in size to the human throne world of Sacred Terra.

White dwarfs, these special high-density celestial bodies, have a counterintuitive characteristic: the greater their mass, the denser they are, and the smaller their diameter and volume.

The Ork War Moon, compared to this white dwarf, is only about a quarter the diameter and about one-fiftieth the volume, and its mass is more than billions of times greater.

Guilliman looked at the white dwarf; he knew how dangerous such an extreme object could be.

Even the current human empire, in most cases, will not actively provoke white dwarfs or neutron stars.

After all, once a ship enters the gravitational well of these massive celestial bodies, even the Empire's warships cannot escape the pursuit of gravity and will be pulled in for a fatal collision.

The surface gravity of a white dwarf is approximately 180,000 times that of Terra. This level of gravity is enough to crush any human creation, and even adamantite would find it difficult to survive.

"You're going to use this white dwarf as a means of attack?"

A thought suddenly popped into Guilliman's mind: he remembered how Roche had used the Amatra battle planet to help him fight against the massive fleet of the Loka.

"That's right, there is still a gap in scale between our warships and the combat moon."

"Even the Thundercloud-class planetary warships are not designed to be compared to the combat moon, which is why we are having such a hard time dealing with them."

"To deal with the battle moon, of course we need our battle planets."

"Compared to the battle white dwarf, the Amatra battle planet we built back then was indeed just a toy."

As Roche and Guilliman chatted and laughed, the white dwarf at the center of the galaxy began to accelerate in one direction.

This is actually an extremely terrifying thing: a moving white dwarf and a white dwarf that simply follows its original trajectory are two completely different concepts.

For a white dwarf in its natural environment, its safe gravitational range can be calculated. But what exactly is the safe range of a moving white dwarf?

Admiral Raeder commanded the Imperial Navy to fight and retreat, not seeking to annihilate the enemy, but only to slow down the Greenskin Orcs' pursuit.

When the Salamander's battered fleet finally accelerated and caught up with the main force again, the two naval fleets finally merged together.

In terms of mobility, the Ork Warmoon and its warships couldn't even come close to the advanced human warships, and the two sides were quickly separated.

The orcs were also unwilling to let the humans escape so easily. They desperately urged the Great Tech Lord to speed up the warship, even if it would severely damage the ship's structure.

The green-skinned orc, so focused on humanity, was completely unaware that the white dwarf star behind him was accelerating toward him.

This newly formed white dwarf has not undergone any subsequent modifications: the installation of a dimensional engine and matching weapon systems. At present, it is simply a space bowling ball that obeys the will of Roche.

Loshi used his authority to temporarily shield the white dwarf's powerful gravity, making it easier and faster to accelerate.

When a white dwarf moves at high speed through the physical universe, the invisible space is as if it were being run over by a dump truck, plowing out deep furrows.

These spatial distortions and warps could not be directly observed. When the Orcs discovered that their squeaking cannons, which they had aimed at the human warships, were deflected in completely unexpected directions, they finally realized something was wrong.

The Squeak Cannon, an orcish light spear weapon, utilizes the principle that light travels in a straight line. However, in an environment of gravitational warping, space is distorted, and light no longer travels in a "straight line."

"Hey, Brother Mao, why is that damn thing charging at us?!"

"The evil moon boss Thomas Edison screamed. He wasn't one of those uneducated kids who didn't know what a white dwarf was!"

He also knew that once the white dwarf's gravitational field captured the battle moon he was on, the battle moon would be pulled over, torn apart, and a collision that would illuminate the entire galaxy would occur.

By then, all the Orks on the battle moon will be pulverized, with absolutely no chance of survival.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! This is all my possessions!"

The eldest brother of the evil moon burst into loud wails, whether from sadness at his desperate situation or from the pain of his hard-earned fortune about to be wiped out.

"Boss, we're already going the fastest. Any faster and our battle moon will disintegrate!" the Great Master said helplessly. They had indeed given it their all.

Even if they painted the Battle Moon red now, it wouldn't make a difference. "Could we use the Gravity Whip to sweep that white dwarf away?" the leader of the Evil Moon asked expectantly.

However, the big tech expert just looked at the boss with a helpless expression, as if he were looking at a fart.

"Kimedes told us that forces are reciprocal; when we use gravitational whips to strike that white dwarf, it's the same as the white dwarf's gravitational whips striking us."

"That behemoth's mass is hundreds of millions of times that of our battle moon. What's the difference between that and courting death?"

"The opposing gravitational forces will crush us like bugs, 'smack' and we'll all go to see Brother Mao."

The description of the Great Tech Tyrant was very vivid; he even spat out some saliva and smeared it evenly on his claws.

The leader of the evil moon quickly took a deep breath and poured a large bottle of blood pressure medication into his mouth.

"Damn shrimps, damn it! How dare they kick a white dwarf like a ball!"

The evil moon grumbled and cursed, but the white dwarf was getting closer and closer.

Under these conditions and circumstances, the Battle Moon simply cannot enter a state of faster-than-light travel; that would be tantamount to suicide and a complete waste of effort.

"Hmph, since that's the case, let's use the Waaagh gate to retreat first."

“You guys hold the line here. I need to go back and report to Boss Zack what’s going on here. Our allies are completely unreliable.”

"It's all their fault. If they hadn't messed up, we would have won long ago!"

The leader of the evil moon cursed as he ran, leading his trusted followers into the waaagh gate inside the battle moon and making a quick getaway.

The most tragic thing in the world is that a person dies but still has money; he would never send his precious life to be buried with them.

Seeing that the leader of Evil Moon had run away, Big Tech Master decisively led his technicians to flee as well. After all, if the leader ran away, following him was the right thing to do.

As a result, the orcs' high command vanished in a very short time, leaving only those green-skinned kids who had no idea what was happening, still shouting on the battle moon that humanity should pay the price.

Loshi and Guilliman were standing near the best porthole on the Undying Embers, while Vulcan, unable to contain his curiosity, leaned over to observe the situation closely.

Once the white dwarf had entered its kill zone, Roche decisively removed the gravitational shielding from it.

It was visible to the naked eye that at this moment, in the dark void, thousands upon thousands of green-skinned warships suddenly began to decelerate abnormally.

Even if their tail engines increased their power and desperately emitted thick black smoke, they still couldn't increase their speed.

The massive battle moon is even more so, as its mass is so great that it experiences the strongest gravitational pull.

This scene was as if an invisible hand in the void was gently gripping the Ork warships, preventing them from escaping right under its nose.

As the white dwarf continued to approach, the Ork warships, which had been crawling at a snail's pace like ants, were now completely immobilized.

They began to be forced to move toward the white dwarf. The battle moon, which was being forcibly pulled back, even collided directly with other green-skinned warships, instantly erupting in blinding sparks.

Mushroom clouds rose from the surface of the battle moon, and the clan totem symbols meticulously crafted by the Ork people, as well as the giant portraits of Gogo and Maogo, were engulfed in flames amidst the chaotic explosions.

The Battle Moon itself is actually hollow; the Ork have built numerous docks and living spaces inside to accommodate large numbers of Greenskins for continuous combat.

Under the immense gravitational pull of the white dwarf, the less robust geological structures inside the battle moon immediately became displaced and fractured.

A fierce earthquake struck, and the battle moon, like a cratered ostrich egg, began to show numerous fine cracks on its surface.

The strength of gravity is inversely proportional to the distance.

Therefore, as the distance between the two continued to close, the green-skinned warship and the battle moon receded faster and faster, even appearing as if these tiny specks of dust were actively crashing into the white dwarf.

"The time for revenge has come, Vulcan."

"I will make them pay for your offspring's lives."

Vulcan's eyes were also filled with tears; his hatred for the Ork could not be washed away even if the Fenris Ocean were poured out.

The first to be pulled in front of the white dwarf's gravitational field were the smaller, green-skinned warships.

These green-skinned creatures, each with its own unique shape and structure, were quickly torn apart into several larger pieces by the immense gravitational pull.

Tens of thousands of Orcs died in this catastrophe, but many more clung to the wreckage of the warships like parasites.

When the collision occurred, countless blinding fireballs lit up the surface of the white dwarf; these were the lights from the ultra-high temperature plasma clusters formed by the collision.

The green-skinned warships and Ork were crushed to pieces by the immense gravity, and even the atoms that make up their bodies disintegrated under this terrifying pressure.

In an atom, electrons that orbit protons randomly are freed and become free electrons, while the protons aggregate to form a degenerate structure.

No life can survive on a white dwarf, not even the tenacious spores that the Orks are so proud of.

However, these minor scenes were merely appetizers for Rosie and the others who were watching.

What they were really curious about was what kind of magnificent scene would be produced when a celestial body like the Battle Moon collided with a white dwarf.

Like a trapped beast, the Battle Moon suddenly rose up as it approached its Roche limit, with metal mountains thousands of meters high rising from its surface.

When the Orcs were building the Battle Moon, they used the sturdy metal scraps they collected to cover the moon's surface with thick metal armor.

This layer of metal armor is more than enough to withstand continuous attacks from the massive cannons of human warships.

True to the Orcs' style, they always make up for a lack of quality with quantity.

Therefore, the metal armor on the moon's surface was stacked layer upon layer for at least several hundred meters, and in some places even reached the kilometer level, and was held together entirely by welding and its own gravity.

But at this moment, the piled-up garbage began to disintegrate under the pull of tidal forces.

When the first giant metal armor plate was torn off, the entire battle moon resembled a peeled, rotten fruit, its wrinkled surface piling up on the side closest to the white dwarf, forming a massive mountain range.

The surviving Ork were instantly crushed into mincemeat in the collapsed fortress, and the weapons factories, storage warehouses, and weapon systems also began to self-destruct and explode.

Soon after, countless pieces of debris appeared on the surface of the Battle Moon. Pulled by gravity, they detached from the Battle Moon and rushed toward the white dwarf.

From a third-person perspective, the white dwarf appears as a giant funnel vortex, continuously drawing matter from the battle moon.

The battle moon struggled desperately, but could not escape the pull of the gravitational well, and could only tragically crash into the surface of the white dwarf.

Ripples spread across the surface of the star, which was composed of degenerate matter, and a plasma ring with a diameter of 5,000 kilometers burst forth from the point of impact with the debris of the battle moon.

The most magnificent explosion released high-temperature particles that rushed out of the gravitational well and scattered into space, like a hazy mist obscuring the white dwarf.

The battle moon was collapsing rapidly, and the crudely welded array of turrets by the mechanics scattered like peeling fingernails.

The green-skinned boys rode out of the crack in their runaway fighter jets, only to be instantly compressed into atomic-level metal foils under absolute gravity.

"Even the spectacle of the giant moon Prometheus approaching the Roche limit every fifteen years, causing massive earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, cannot compare to this scene."

"Compared to us clumsy craftsmen, the universe is the most skillful forging master."

It uses white dwarfs as its anvil and supernova explosions as its furnace to forge the most powerful weapons of war.

Vulcan also remarked sincerely, looking at all of this from the perspective of a craftsman.

The white dwarf quickly devoured the battle moon, and even the countless asteroids in the Anvil Galaxy were devoured like a greedy snake.

At this point, except for a few green-skinned warships that were far away and fled when they saw the situation was not good, all the Ork ambushing in this star system were killed.

"With so many battle moons gone in one go, even if these Ork are rich and powerful, they will have to bleed a lot."

"Their ambush failed, and they were wiped out by us, which means they are currently in a vulnerable state internally."

Guilliman calmly analyzed the situation and realized that this was an excellent opportunity to press his advantage.

"The Undying Ember and those Salamander warships have already been severely damaged in the previous skirmishes and solar storms. Even if they can still participate in the battle, they won't be able to play a significant role," Losi said.

"In that case, let all the damaged warships retreat to the Nostramo system for a major overhaul."

Vulcan was straightforward and took the initiative to explain the meaning behind Guilliman's words.

During this expedition to the Ghoul Stars, all three were high-ranking commanders, and there was no distinction between superiors and subordinates.

Only Vulcan himself could say that the Salamanders' fleet should withdraw from the expedition. If Guilliman were to say it, it would undoubtedly be an insult to the Brotherhood of Nations.

They've just suffered huge sacrifices and heavy casualties, and you're telling them to withdraw from the front lines?

From an objective point of view, this may indeed be to preserve their strength, but from a subjective point of view, it is a great insult to the Astartes Legion and the Imperial Navy!

They were warriors, and dying in battle was the best fate for them.

If Guilliman dared to issue such an order, there would immediately be salamanders who would confront him face to face, questioning whether the Primarch no longer trusted them and had stripped them of their honor in war.

Only if Vulcan himself expresses his opinion will the Salamander Legion and the expeditionary fleet accept and obey.

"However, our fleet can be withdrawn for repairs, but the Astartes that are still operational must remain to continue fighting," Vulcan stated.

"The Sons of Nocturne will never be deterred by casualties. We will not retreat until we have destroyed these Ork and reduced their empire to ashes."

Seeing that Vulcan was so insistent, Guilliman stopped trying to persuade his brother.

He made up his mind that if there were any tough nuts to crack next, he would leave them to his own legion to deal with.

The salamander has shed enough blood for humanity; he cannot allow the hero to bleed indefinitely. The Ultramarines also have a duty and mission to fight for humanity.

After thoroughly wiping out those green-skinned warships, the Salamander fleet once again separated from the expeditionary fleet.

Led by the Undying Ember, they boarded the heavily wounded mortal support troops and salamander warriors, and began their retreat towards the Nostramo system.

The remaining salamanders and mortal support troops in good condition were transferred to the Solar Fleet to continue the expedition.

"What do you plan to do with that white dwarf?" Guilliman asked, his eyes burning with fervor as he looked at the star floating in the void.

He absolutely adored this simple and brutal behemoth; even the Battle Moon seemed so weak and helpless in its presence.

Battle White Dwarf is a super-upgraded version of Battle Moon.

The latter can also conduct landing operations by boarding, but even the most fanatical race would not be delusional enough to board a white dwarf.

The troops that boarded the ship would be crushed into mincemeat by unimaginable gravity as soon as they landed.

To destroy a combat white dwarf, the only option is long-range saturation bombardment, relying solely on firepower to shatter the planet's geological structure.

Secondly, the solution Guilliman could think of was to also pull a massive object to collide with the battle white dwarf.

The collision of celestial bodies would release incredibly terrifying energy, destroying the dimensional engines, control systems, and crew inside the combat white dwarf.

If conditions are right, the debris from the collision could even attract each other, forming a completely new black hole.

However, both of these methods are extremely difficult and require an enormous price to achieve the goal.

"This combat white dwarf is just an experiment. I only need to use dimensional technology to construct a normal gravitational space in the Earth's core to house the dimensional engine."

"As for other weapon systems, I don't think there's any need to deploy them. After all, it's simply impossible for us to deploy weapon systems on the surface of a white dwarf."

Roche was also helpless; he could only do what he could to create a habitable space for humans at the center of a white dwarf star.

However, it is extremely difficult to adapt weapons that are suitable for use in normal gravity environments to the environment of a white dwarf.

The immense gravity of a white dwarf is enough to warp space, rendering light spears useless, not to mention torpedoes and macro cannons, which would be directly destroyed by their own gravity.

"Directly mimicking the Ork's Battle Moon, install a device on the Battle White Dwarf that can direct the release of its own gravity."

"In this way, we can create long-range lethal weapons similar to the 'gravity whip'."

At the same time, we can also utilize the close connection between gravity and space to create even more powerful "space weapons."

Upon hearing Roche's description, both Vulcan and Guilliman listened intently.

They had a strong feeling that this so-called space weapon might bring them an even greater surprise.

(End of this chapter)