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

Chapter 825 The Death of the Orc Emperor and the Time Traveler

The Orc Emperor, Cork Leonardo da Vinci, has fallen.

From the moment he relinquished the blessing power of Brother Mao and retained only his own power, Kolk lost his chance to win.

The blessings bestowed by the gods of the warp are not without price. Accepting the blessing naturally means accepting assimilation by the other party, and even one's free will is subject to the control of the gods.

Kork did not want to become a savage being like the Ork, who fought for the sake of fighting; the proud blood of the ancient Ork flowed in his veins.

Without the blessing of the Warp, the Kork orcs, though still possessing powerful bodies, would find it utterly unrealistic to expect them to defeat two Primarchs—a humanoid Celestial and an Om Messiah—by relying on these physical attributes and their equipment.

Under the influence of Loshi's psionic energy, the highly technological ancient power armor worn by the Kork orc was completely stripped off and floated in the air, awaiting more detailed disassembly and research.

His inertial hammer and power claw were directly distorted and blurred by Danteok's celestial power.

In the blink of an eye, the once high-spirited orc emperor was left to rely on his own flesh and blood to face the elite human forces before him.

The creations of Ancient Saint Gene Technology and the creations of Emperor Gene Technology collided with each other.

Judging solely from physical stature, Vulcan, who is about five meters tall, is at a complete disadvantage against Kork, who is over ten meters tall.

However, the result was quite the opposite. In the duel between the two, Vulcan did not suffer much loss and fought the orc emperor to a standstill.

While Vulcan might be slightly inferior in terms of brute strength, his skills were superior, and he also had the support and cover from his teammates, making it particularly difficult for Kirk.

The aftermath of the battle between the Primarch and the Orc Emperor quickly turned the magnificent throne room into ruins. Towering columns collapsed, ornate decorations shattered, and the sounds of crushing and breaking filled the air, as if mourning the destruction of the Orc Empire.

This evenly matched strength precisely demonstrates the power of the emperor's offspring.

Even though Vulcan had his own powered armor to assist him, the power difference caused by the size difference was completely offset by the brute force of the Lord of Fire Dragons.

If the two had similar body sizes, Vulcan would probably have torn the Kork orc apart with overwhelming force.

The orc emperor's chest heaved violently, like a bellows that had been neglected for a long time. His solid, green, rock-like muscles gleamed with a deep luster, as translucent as a piece of jade under the sunlight.

Vulcan's heavy punches and warhammer left numerous wounds on his body, but these were not the most fatal; Guilliman's psionic lightsaber inflicted far more severe damage.

The area severed by Guilliman's lightsaber suffered a significant reduction in its powerful self-healing ability, which stemmed from ancient genetic technology, making it difficult to heal for a long time.

The Macurag's anti-psychic energy could even negate the possibility of self-healing in the bodies of the Kork orcs.

If this negative force is not eliminated, his wounds will never heal.

Of course, the premise of talking about forever is that the Orc Emperor can survive from today.

Loshi clenched his right hand, and then Kirk was lifted high into the air, his throat tightly gripped, almost suffocating him.

Even powerful orcs like the Kork have the primal instinct to exchange gases etched into their genetic code.

Danteok was radiating green dimensional lightning from head to toe, and orange-yellow flames enveloped his power armor, yet there was no sign of burning or melting.

His body was enveloped in pure material power, without a trace of psychic energy.

With a flick of his finger, Danteok conjured a crimson pillar of fire, scorching the strong and resilient body of the Kork orc.

Any metal or rock touched by that flame will rot into ashes in a very short time, which is a manifestation of their entropy being amplified instantly.

When Kolk looked at Danteok, his eyes were filled with hatred.

Too many of his brethren had perished under the dimensional lightning and entropy-increasing fire of the Star God.

These real-world deities can easily summon antimatter meteors, manipulate matter as vast as stars, or reshape the flow of time to wipe out enemies from both the temporal and spatial dimensions.

His body was rapidly decaying, turning into bones as if it had been weathered by wind and rain for tens of thousands of years.

During the War of Heaven, the best way to deal with the Star Gods was to utilize the psychic power of the non-material realm, as the Star Gods did not have a strong resistance to psychic energy.

At that time, the Kork orcs needed to use their numerical advantage to gather enough waaagh energy to resist and delay the terrible enemy, buying time for their Eldar allies and the Old Ones to counterattack.

Now that Kolk is all alone, what kind of counterattack can he possibly have?

Guilliman's power of denial weakened Kolk's condition, while Danteok's dimensional lightning continued to erode and increase his physical entropy.

The emperor, who had built a vast orc empire, watched helplessly as his hand gradually turned to bone, the solid green muscles falling away like dust, spreading endlessly.

He let out a final, long sigh, and then all his flesh and blood turned to ashes, leaving only a skeleton standing in the same spot.

The enormous orc skull looked up at the sky above the throne room, and Loxi squinted, seeing a star map through the somewhat blinding light.

However, Roche soon discovered that this was not the current star map. Based on the stars that were clearly visible in certain positions, it was likely a star map of the universe more than 60 million years ago.

"More than 60 million years ago..."

"He was still reminiscing about the Battle of Heaven until his death."

Although the Kork orcs and humans are enemies, Loshi still felt a sense of melancholy at this moment.

He traversed ten thousand years to reach the present, while Kolk traversed a full sixty million years.

Furthermore, according to his description, while in Tarachin's static field, Kolk, who possessed powerful psychic abilities, was even able to sense the external environment.

This is an extremely long and cruel torment, where one can only perceive but not respond, and can only endure this almost endless time.

Neither Lothie nor the Primarch had any intention of continuing to destroy Kolk's remains.

This was definitely a formidable opponent. Moreover, Kork ultimately disbanded the Ork army of Greenskins, leaving himself to face the humans alone, which objectively reduced the losses that humanity had to bear.

Respecting the enemy is respecting oneself. For humans who value honor, they should protect the orphans of Kirk from harm.

“I will cast a golden coffin to house his remains.”

"With the Orc Emperor dead, all the Orcs in the entire galaxy will lose their will to fight. We have already won this war."

"Vulcan said in a low voice. He also had many wounds on his body, but those wounds had all healed now, leaving only a few pinkish-white marks on his charcoal-black skin."

The crowd also recovered from the shock of the orc emperor's death.

"It's over. It's finally over."

"This war that should never have happened has finally come to an end."

Guilliman remarked that the pressure exerted on humanity by the ghoul orc empire was even greater than that of the former Ulanor orc empire.

Although he has left Terra, the pressure on his shoulders has not lessened much.

Since the Emperor stopped interfering in the affairs of the Empire, these Primarchs have become the de facto highest responsible persons.

The Emperor assigned them to the vicinity of the Sun Starfield so that these powerful Primarchs could protect the Empire.

When faced with external threats, even if they don't want to help Terra, they have to help Terra face the threat together, even if it's for their own benefit.

The effects of Cork da Vinci's death are spreading throughout the galaxy through the resonance of the waaagh position.

All the Orcs who were fighting, no matter where they were or what role they played, instantly felt a panic and helplessness that came over them from the depths of their souls.

It was as if the very thing that formed the source of their inner strength had suddenly vanished, and the skyscraper built upon it had collapsed with a deafening roar.

Their faith began to crumble, and their bodies began to wither.

Even those heavily armored leaders who were originally clad in battle armor, wielding heavy battle axes, and possessing inexhaustible strength on the battlefield were now staggering, feeling as if they were about to be crushed to death by their own armor.

Those crazy, eccentric kids surging with psychic lightning, and the shamans chanting orcish spells with their staffs, had also lost control of the waaagh energy.

One after another, the heads of the crazy kids exploded with a bang, splattering the blood of the other green-skinned orcs around them.

The ancient giant walking on the surface of Green Star suddenly stopped, falling into a deathly silence like a toy whose batteries had been removed.

The spiritual energy that clung to them vanished without a replenishment, and the large chunks of scrap metal, which were originally sustained by spiritual energy, collapsed and disintegrated, once again becoming a chaotic mountain of garbage.

The Orc Emperor was even more important to the Orcs than humans imagined.

Even the human warships that were engaged in fierce battles in the galaxy quickly discovered that their opponents seemed to have collectively gone offline, completely ignoring the attacks on humans.

Humans gave the Ork Orcs no time to retaliate, instead intensifying their attacks with light spears, macro cannons, and torpedoes to relentlessly hunt down Ork warships.

What could have been a back-and-forth battle turned into a one-sided massacre.

Even Admiral Raeder, the fleet's supreme commander, felt that such a war was far too boring.

"The medals of honor for destroying these green-skinned warships are not worthy of being worn on my uniform chest; it was nothing more than a senseless massacre."

The admiral muttered to himself, while the other young commanders paid no attention to such things.

In their view, this is an easily attainable achievement, which will be an important stepping stone for their future promotion.

The orcs' silence did not last long. After nearly half of their fleet and troops had been slaughtered by humans, some orcs finally came to their senses.

They gazed sadly at their home planet, for the great Emperor Kork had departed from the Ork people.

The orc empire they created with their own hands is finished. Even if the remaining beast-like orcs were to elect a new "leader," they would never be able to return to their former glory.

Driven by instinct, the orcs, no longer willing to fight, began to scatter and flee towards the endless dark realm beyond the galaxy.

Their poorly supplied and severely damaged warships might sink directly in the dangerous environment beyond the galaxy, but they no longer cared about that.

Even Emperor Kirk is dead, so who can stop those terrible humans?

Bloodhowl Zach's filthy, twisted face had long lost its former pride.

The battle moon where he was located had its central reactor destroyed by human warships, losing its ability to travel faster than light.

The beast warlord wore a helmet studded with huge fangs, the cold, hard metal flashing with sparks when attacked by human bombs.

His gravity hammer was lost, and he could only hold a large gun that matched his size in his right hand, while raising the menacing giant phase-powered claw high in his left hand.

"It's you!"

"It's you again!"

Zac also lost his will to fight under the influence of the emperor's death. He wanted to escape with his boys, but a group of familiar canned goods blocked his escape.

Looking at the familiar black and white claw mark, Zach recalled those canned enemies called "Ash Claws".

That was their first war with humans. At that time, Chief Kirk had just unified the Greenskins when the Ash Claws came knocking on their door, but they were almost wiped out.

The few remaining canned animals were released by the Kork orcs to send a message of crisis to the human empire.

Zach remembered Ash Claw's head; that canned Natra Killing was indeed formidable, and even now, the remnants of his armor were still hanging on the iron spear on his back.

"We've said it before, one day we'll take our revenge on you despicable green-skinned aliens!"

"The Ash Claws must take your head to wash away the shame of the past!"

Zoe, the chapter leader of Ash Claws, roared as she and the reborn Ash Claws surrounded the beastly warlord.

Zach's aura has weakened considerably compared to before; he no longer possesses that invincible, fearless, arrogant, and domineering presence.

The original Space Marines fired their bomb guns incessantly. These new weapons, created by humans to target the Ork, a type of enemy with thick skin and extremely strong regenerative abilities, were almost 2-3 times more lethal than the bomb guns of the past.

The new explosive gun, named "Korck Destroyer," is so violent that even the Astartes, which has not undergone the original upgrade, cannot perfectly control its recoil.

The original Space Marines of the Ash Claws paid no heed to the Orcish cannons hurtling towards them; they only wanted to get closer and closer to tear the beast apart with their bombardment guns and molten cannons.

Having dealt with the Ork too many times, Zoe knew all too well what the weaknesses of these green-skinned beasts were. The Hellfire Bomb exploded and entered Zach's body, the thousands of gene-dissolving toxins inside instantly spreading throughout the warlord's body.

This might not kill Zach, but it would make him feel weak and powerless.

The anti-psychic bomb, containing the ashes of the Untouchables, is capable of tearing apart Zack's already greatly weakened psychic shield.

This once arrogant and domineering warlord is now even weaker than he was when he was still on Greenskin.

The psychic backlash from the orc emperor's death severely injured him, and he is only now forcing himself to continue fighting.

The inertial fusion bombs tore large holes in the enemy's shattered armor, and the warheads that had penetrated into flesh and bone instantly collapsed and exploded, forming miniature vacuum wells.

Zach's body surface still appears intact, but the inside has been utterly ravaged by these vacuum wells.

The beast warlord attempted to unleash a psionic roar to utterly intimidate the will of these human cans.

Under the amplitude of the waaagh position, Zach only needed a low growl to bring humanity's think tank to a state of collapse.

But just as Zack was about to unleash his psionic powers, he felt a terrifying backlash coming from the warp.

Blood gushed from his wrinkled head, dripping dark green, putrid blood from his eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears onto the weakened beast.

Zach felt completely drained, even his mind felt empty, as if he were trapped in some kind of ethereal illusion.

Zoe didn't miss the chance when her opponent was distracted. She accelerated and charged forward, her power backpack spewing out scorching plasma vortexes. With the help of this, she stepped on the warlord's kneeling knees and climbed directly to his head.

Zoe saw the Astartes helmet still stuck in the back of the other person. The broken goggles were covered with thick grime, but they gleamed faintly in the strong wind.

Ash Claws remembered the stubborn Chapter Master, Natra Gearing, who would rather die than return to the Empire.

"I've come to avenge you, brother."

"Witness me!"

Zoe gripped the massive spike on Zach's helmet tightly with her left hand, while her right hand held the chainsaw sword that was roaring wildly, and she stabbed it directly into Zach's gaping mouth.

The monomolecular saw teeth forged from adamantium severed the beast's full set of sharp teeth, which were originally harder than adamantium, but were now shattered and torn apart by Zoe's attack.

Zach suddenly felt a violent dizziness and excruciating pain. His limbs were completely powerless. He desperately tried to aim his right-hand gun at Zoe's abdomen and fire, but Ash Claws always managed to nimbly dodge it by flipping over.

The Space Marine wielded the chainsaw sword, thrusting it upwards from the beast's upper jaw. The relentlessly spinning serrations tore through muscle and bone, disappearing directly into the brain.

Zach could feel the violent attack exploding in his mind; his left eye had already been necrotic from Zoe's shoulder cannon attack.

After the chainsaw sword had been tinkering with the beast's brain, it suddenly lost its balance and its massive body crashed onto the scorching ground like a collapsing mountain.

The warlord collapsed helplessly, and the iron spear on his back crashed into the dust.

The helmet of the former chapter leader of Ashclaws detached from the iron spear, rolled on the ground for more than ten meters, and finally landed upside down.

Zach could only see with his right eye. Kirin's shattered helmet lay before him, the crimson tactical visors reflecting light as if mocking the powerlessness of the beastly warlord.

Zac was already on the verge of death when the remaining Ash Claws swarmed him, forcibly severing his cervical vertebrae with various sharp weapons.

The chainsaw sword, the power sword, and even the plasma cutter—thankfully, Zach's neck was thick enough to allow so many weapons to operate simultaneously.

With morale shattered, not a single Ork was willing to step forward and save their revered leader, Zak.

No, perhaps in the eyes of these lower-level orcs, Zack, who tolerated Thomas Edison, the leader of the Evil Moon, exploiting and oppressing them, was no longer the leader they once were.

All the resentment and hatred that had been building up over the years finally erupted at this moment.

Zak's massive head was finally detached from his spine, the broken vertebrae spurting out countless white liquids, and the orc's skull rolled rapidly forward under the pull of gravity.

Even after his head was chopped off, Zach was still conscious. He discovered that his trusted finance minister had also been beheaded, but the ones who did it were not humans, but those inconspicuous green-skinned kids.

Their gazes toward the leader of the Evil Moon were far more ferocious than their gazes toward humans, their boundless rage and deep-seated hatred unleashed with the roar of their chainsaw weapons.

The leader of the Evil Moon, adorned in lavish decorations and draped in expensive equipment, stared in disbelief as he fell at the hands of those lowly brats.

"How dare you! How dare you commit such insubordination!"

"All your wealth will be confiscated, and the company will never forgive your sins!"

The head of the evil moon boss continued to chatter on the ground, intimidating the troublesome green-skinned brats.

“Wealth? Where do we get wealth?” one of the green-skinned boys shouted.

His face was covered in the blood splattered by the Evil Moon Boss, making him look as ferocious and savage as the Blood God's vampire.

"You have imprisoned us with the company's rules and regulations. We are no longer living orcs, but tools with our own thoughts, enslaved by you!"

"Endless KPIs, never-ending work and exploitation—we've had enough!"

"What we have lost are only our shackles, but what we have gained is the whole world. Even if we don't get to see this world, other Orks will certainly be able to!"

"You wretches shouldn't exist among the orcs!"

The leader of the evil moon was speechless after being choked by these vicious youngsters. Then they dragged Thomas by the head and threw him onto a blazing fire to burn him to ashes.

Zach then realized that he had listened to this guy's nonsense, and now his men were seething with resentment.

With the death of the orc emperor, the anger and hatred suppressed in their hearts could no longer be controlled, and the originally strict hierarchical concept was shattered.

"I regret it so much! I regret it so much!"

Zach roared in frustration, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he could no longer keep them open.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to see the disappointed look in the eyes of the second brother: not disappointed in his failure, but disappointed that Zak had destroyed the purity of the Ork.

The Orc Emperor died, Bloodhowl Zak was killed by Ashclaw's revenge, and the other Beast-level warlords who were still struggling also could not escape the fate of death.

The orc emperor knew that his men had committed heinous crimes against humanity, and that as long as one beast existed, the human empire would never let the matter rest.

Their only fate is death. Only when they are all confirmed dead can humanity complete its revenge and stop its relentless destruction of the Ork.

Both sides understood that, given the Ork people's tenacious vitality, it was impossible to exterminate this race.

The Orks within the galaxy will still exist, and those Orks sent by Kork to the Dark Realm beyond the galaxy will tenaciously take root and multiply in that unfamiliar space.

The Orcs' rise has failed, and they will enter a long period of silence.

Perhaps at some point in the future, another brilliant and ambitious warlord will emerge, leading his race to rise again.

The impact of the deaths of the Kork orcs goes far beyond this.

When the orc emperor's soul refused to enter the domain of the second brother, choosing instead to be completely annihilated in the sea of ​​souls, a massive warp storm suddenly arose.

A colossal wave surged through the Sea of ​​Souls, sweeping countless subspace creatures away to unknown destinations.

The Blood God is trying to find fragments of Kolk's soul. He is extremely interested in this powerful weapon of war. Perhaps the Brass Arena will become much more interesting with the addition of ancient orcs as gladiators.

But the ever-changing master in the crystal labyrinth immediately took action, completely erasing any trace of Kirk's existence. He did not want his nemesis to have another monstrous unit.

The cold, black sun cast its gaze, seemingly in a very peculiar state, as if two different wills were fighting each other within the sun.

Loshi noticed the anomaly in the warp and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming it. The fact that Kirk's death had created a warp storm at least proved that the guy was really dead.

Kolk's death did not only signify the death of an individual; as the last descendant of the ancient orc race, his death meant the complete extinction of the ancient orcs.

From their creation by the Ancients at the end of the War of Heaven to the death of the last Kolk, this once incredibly powerful race has finally come to an end.

This is a kind of extinction in the subspace concept. Even if some ambitious mad scientist obtains a genetic sample of Kirk in the future, he will not be able to recreate the complete Kirk orc.

Because this concept has become extinct, even if you could obtain something similar, it wouldn't be Kork.

However, this sudden subspace storm affected more than just the native inhabitants of the High Heavens.

The Warhammer universe timeline, while largely existing in a linear fashion, is still largely linear.

However, due to interference from factors such as subspace, countless complex tributaries exist along this long river of time.

Some tributaries even flow upstream on their own, disrupting the timeline into a Möbius strip-like structure.

Among these intricate tributaries, two extremely special humans are interdependent, drifting about, swept along by the tides of time.

One of them wore golden armor, his short, silver-white hair stood on end, and the lines on his face were as deep and three-dimensional as marble.

The other person has the appearance of a child, with a braided bun that keeps swaying in the turbulent flow of time and space, and two dark eyes that reveal an astonishing stubbornness and obstinacy.

"Dorn, we've been trapped in this time turbulence for so long, what should the normal timeline look like?"

"Petulabo, who looks like a toddler, asked softly. At this moment, he did not have the twisted and irritable temperament that he had as an adult. He looked like a perfectly sculpted child."

Having spent so much time with Dorne, Perturabo has already figured out many things. If he had remained as conflicted as before, he probably wouldn't have lasted this long.

"Time should still be flowing normally outside. Although my father is sitting on the golden throne and can no longer manage his empire, I believe the empire will surely prosper."

"We have weathered the calamity of the Horus Rebellion. Those ambitious schemers hiding in the shadows have either died or fled. Moreover, with our brothers in charge, there is little chance of any trouble."

Dorn analyzed meticulously, while Peturabo's eyes darted around.

Although his relationship with Dorn is no longer as tense, perhaps due to his physical age, he now enjoys teasing his stern brother.

"The you I remember wouldn't use such vague terms as 'probability'."

"Dorn, be honest, you feel uneasy too. You're afraid something will happen to the Empire, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Dorn fell silent. He was never good at using lies to cover up his true emotions.

“What I’m worried about isn’t the empire, but our father.”

“Father? What happened to him?!” Peturabo’s voice suddenly became shrill.

He did rebel against the Emperor, but that was because he always believed that the Emperor favored Roger Dorne while ignoring his contributions and efforts.

Add to that the mess in Olympia and Horus's repeated attempts to win him over, and it was this that led Perturabo to side with the rebels.

He still harbored a deeply conflicted feeling towards the emperor, a mixture of admiration and reverence, as well as hatred and dissatisfaction.

"I can't tell you, it's a secret." Dorn showed no intention of revealing the information.

"You!" Peturabo was furious, but he also understood that Dorn wouldn't talk even if he were killed.

He is the most stubborn rock in the world.

Just as the two were arguing, the time bubble enveloping them was suddenly disturbed by an external force.

In a flash, Dorn saw that they had escaped the temporal turbulence, and when they regained their sight, they found themselves on a scorching hot wasteland.

Human and Orc corpses were everywhere, but it seemed the war was over, as they heard no new sounds of fighting or artillery fire.

Little Peturabo gazed at the stars in the sky, searching for the location of the Eye of Fear.

This is his innate ability, and also an innate curse.

“We are in the northeast of the galaxy, in this region…” Peturabo was about to continue his reasoning when he was grabbed by a large hand.

The Primarch was instantly enraged. He turned around abruptly, only to see a familiar figure clad in cobalt blue power armor.

(End of this chapter)