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

Chapter 827 Ancient Saint
Even Rosie was amazed by her own sudden idea.

Due to the significant influence of the warp, the spacetime continuity of the Warhammer universe is not very tight; in fact, it can be described as extremely chaotic.

Humanity has a love-hate relationship with subspace travel because it is the only way to connect all of humanity in the galaxy, but the hateful part is that subspace travel is too unstable.

Due to the influence of subspace tides, the time consumed by subspace travel often fluctuates significantly from the expected time, and in some extreme cases, the deviation can even be thousands of years.

A starship that set out in the 31st millennium may have left the warp in the 32nd millennium, or even appeared in the 30th millennium. The crew on the starship did nothing, and the world outside had changed beyond recognition.

However, even with the influence of subspace spacetime disorder, the range of time error will not be too outrageous.

The cost of interfering with spacetime over extremely long distances far exceeds the limits that the disorder of subspace spacetime can bear.

Unless one actively pays the price to trigger it, attempting to complete this great spacetime journey using the warp is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Now, all they have to do is completely ignite the spacetime disruption effect that's entangled in Peturabo.

When this power is used properly, the resulting force is sufficient to transport them back to the era of the War of Heaven 60 million years ago.

Such a long-distance time travel is also an unprecedented test for Rose.

For this reason, he chose the humanoid star god Danteok as his helper. As the embodiment of the rules of the real universe, the star god has almost naturally the ability to manipulate the timeline.

Although the Overlord is just a fragment, it still retains some of the abilities.

Secondly, there are the two main characters of the spacetime disruption effect: Perturabo and Dorn, who are definitely on the list as well.

As for Tarachin, Loshi only hoped that he could come in handy at a crucial moment, since going back in time might mean dealing with space necromancy.

Without delay, Loxi didn't choose any other place and directly started the time travel program in the orc royal palace on Greenskin Star.

The remains of the ancient orc were sealed in a sealed alloy coffin, which could function as a timeline calibrator during time travel.

Dorn's power armor and weapons underwent emergency repairs and replacements. Due to the constant teleportation and travel, he had not had a suitable opportunity to repair his equipment.

The Endless Ones, on the other hand, were unusually excited.

The War of Heaven was the golden age of their race. The entire galaxy was ablaze by the armies of the Space Necromancers, and with the help of the Star Gods, they finally gained the upper hand in the war against the Old Saints Alliance.

However, amidst his excitement, Tarasin was also somewhat worried about whether he might encounter the other star gods.

The necromancers' fear of the Star God runs deep, which is why they are willing to go to any lengths to destroy and contain it.

"This time, I will witness that incredibly glorious and tragic war from a more objective perspective."

“This experience itself is very worthy of being treasured. Perhaps in my Prism Gallery, I can design an experience that transcends time and space with myself as the protagonist,” Tarasin thought to himself.

Under the watchful eyes of Guilliman, Vulcan, and others, Rosie and Danteok together activated the spacetime energy that had been sealed within Peturabo.

The next moment, incredibly intense blue arcs of electricity crisscrossed everywhere, and a gap opened in space, swallowing the two Primarchs whole.

Loxi then threw herself and the other three people into the spacetime rift.

Only the scorching marks of lightning remained on the magnificent plaza of the Orcish Royal Palace, while Loxi and the others had vanished without a trace.

……

Dorn and Perturabo once again entered the familiar time tunnel.

Through their personal experience over the past century, the two Primarchs have even begun to discover some patterns in the spacetime disorder.

When the time tunnel produces some reactions, Dorn is able to judge what will happen next.

This time, however, it wasn't just the two of them accepting this fate; Loshi, Danteok, and Tarasin also came to this place together.

"The timeline here is extremely chaotic. If we make the wrong choice, we may fall into another timeline."

Danteok closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, then spoke seriously.

“Indeed, Perturabo and I once traveled to another timeline, after the Great Rebellion had ended. Another Dorne entered the steel cage set up by another Perturabo, and our presence interfered with the outcome of that battle.”

“If we hadn’t appeared, I’m afraid that Rog Dorn in that timeline would have suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Perturabo, and even the Legion would have been destroyed.”

Dorn clenched his fist, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He still hasn't forgotten the incredulous look in Perturabo's eyes: two Dorn, plus a miniature version of himself, beating up the Iron Lord together, leaving Perturabo completely bewildered.

"Our main objective this time is to completely release the spacetime disorder energy within you."

"As for other matters, we can only observe and cannot interfere."

Loxi repeatedly emphasized that this time they were going to the past of this timeline, and the changes they made would affect the future of this timeline.

While major changes are unlikely, minor fluctuations are very possible.

“We understand,” the group replied.

The temporal disorder energy within the two Primarchs was violently released, a reaction somewhat similar to transforming a prolonged burning process into a short-duration explosion, thereby gaining a more powerful propulsion.

This fierce energy caused everyone inside the time bubble to begin a frantic reverse flow up the timeline.

If they break through this time corridor and enter other timelines, everyone will travel to another world.

Meanwhile, Danteok began to exert his power, trying his best to control the chaotic flow of time and instead direct it upstream in the timeline.

Time rapidly reversed under the influence of this force, and the remains of the ancient orcs provided guidance, making this time travel more precise and stable.

Perturabo, on the other hand, was experiencing both pain and pleasure. The punishment from the real universe was being released at an accelerated pace, and the feelings he, the one being punished, was naturally indescribable.

This is pain that affects the soul; no matter how strong one's body is, it is of no use.

Even Peturabo, who always prided himself on being invincible inside and out, found it difficult to hold on for a while.

However, when he saw Dorn beside him and Danteok, who claimed to be severing all ties, this most conflicted Primarch immediately clenched his teeth.

He would rather die a painful death than show weakness in front of Dorn and Danteok.

However, it must be mentioned that it was precisely because of this force that Peturabo was able to withstand the pressure.

His body is gradually growing, from a three-year-old child to a five- or six-year-old child.

Perturabo was overjoyed as he felt his physical strength gradually returning. He no longer wanted to be that helpless toddler!
When Peturabo returned to his youthful appearance, everyone else present looked at him with great regret.

Aside from Peturabo himself, no one wants him to go back to the way he was before.

Peturabo's temper is still not much better, but at least the little guy isn't harmful!

Peturabo, who had just regained his power, was about to unleash his attack when he saw that the other four people seemed to be waiting for him to do so.

Now, besides a strip of cloth covering his body, he didn't even have power armor or decent weapons. The thought of this made Perturabo regain his senses.

Loxi was also quite disappointed. If this guy wasn't so dim-witted, they could have a legitimate reason to beat him up.

Time cannot be distinguished in the Time Corridor because time has no meaning here.

Loshi didn't know how much time had passed, but when he noticed that the spacetime distortion effect on Peturabo was beginning to dissipate, he realized that they should have arrived at their final destination.

He immediately joined forces with Danteok to break the time bubble out of the time corridor.

The group of five returned to the real universe and landed on an unfamiliar planet.

"We have truly arrived at this point in time, the legendary... War of Heaven era."

Loxi took a few steps from where they had arrived, feeling the tangible reality. It was not a false illusion, but a real and visible place.

When everyone looked up at the starry sky, they saw a Milky Way that was completely different from that of human times.

Although they did not know where they were at that moment, even from a first impression, there were far more stars twinkling in space than when they were there.

In human times, even in those garden worlds with little industrial pollution, ordinary humans could only see a few thousand stars with the naked eye.

But even Luo Xi felt like she was being blinded by the starry sky here.

The Milky Way is as dazzling as if it were sprinkled with countless diamonds, and the vast number of stars together exude a vigorous and upward-looking vitality.

"A large number of stars means more environments suitable for life, and more resources that can be utilized and explored. If a civilization were to emerge in such an environment, it would undoubtedly have greater potential."

"I'm feeling a bit sentimental," said Rosie.

The region where humanity's home planet is located is not actually a resource-intensive area; it is considered a "remote place" in the Milky Way.

"Yes, in this era, the galaxy is so abundant, and all kinds of scarce resources are distributed throughout the universe. Any race that can reach the galaxy can seize them at will."

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

Tarasin gazed at the Milky Way with a sense of awe; everything felt so familiar, yet so strange.

"Although the Milky Way is rich, there are not many species of life. Life is just beginning to emerge."

"Those creators known as the Ancient Saints also felt the desolation of the Milky Way, so they spread the life species they created everywhere, or created environments more suitable for the budding of life, to fill the loneliness of the Milky Way with different life forms."

"From an objective point of view, the ancient sages were indeed great. Without their contributions, the pace of life's emergence and development would have been greatly slowed down."

Tarasin's hand holding the Staff of Transference Annihilation trembled slightly. His memories, which had become somewhat blurred over the past 60 million years, were now becoming clear again.

He even recalled the time when he was still a fear of the dead, when he too looked at this prosperous galaxy with the same curiosity and wonder, and imagined the future of his race.

"I just don't know exactly what time it is now. A timescale spanning 60 million years is still too radical. Perhaps everything hasn't even begun yet."

"Even a slight error can mean thousands or even tens of thousands of years."

Tarasin glanced again at the alloy coffin containing the remains of the Kork orc. With this thing as a time anchor, it was highly likely that they had arrived at the later stages of the War of Heaven.

"The subspace energy of this planet is very dense, so it is obviously not a no-man's land. I just don't know if its owner is an ancient saint."

After carefully sensing the planet they were on, Rosie spoke to everyone.

The time disorder effect between Perturabo and Dorn has actually been resolved, and they can now follow the repulsion of the universe and flow back to their own timeline.

But as the saying goes, since we've come all this way, having finally made it to the era of the Heaven's War, would anyone really leave without a second thought?
Loxi's curiosity was also piqued; he wanted to witness the magnificent battlefield of the Heavenly War with his own eyes and see the ancient saints who only existed in legends.

"In our time, there weren't this many stars in the Milky Way. These stars must have been completely destroyed and disappeared in the War of Heaven, otherwise we would at least have been able to find the remains of the stars."

Dorne had an instinctive and extremely sensitive intuition about war, and he clearly realized that the intensity of the War of Heaven had become so terrifying that even stars could not be left with a complete corpse.

Stars are no longer just destroyed; even the neutron stars and white dwarfs left behind after the stars die are used to attack enemies, or are completely destroyed by enemies.

"With the Empire's current strength, if it were to be drawn into a war of this magnitude, it probably wouldn't be able to hold out for long."

"Even the brutal Horus Rebellion, or even the earlier Iron Rebellion, could never compare to the destruction and impact of the War of Heaven."

Hearing Dorn's whispers, Tarasin revealed a proud smile.

"Compared to the scale and destructive power of the war in Heaven, your two wars were as leisurely as afternoon tea with friends."

"The war in Heaven has not only burned the galaxy, but has shattered the very basic structure of the universe."

Tarasin spoke in a leisurely, aria-like tone, like a guide introducing the current situation to everyone.

"Those Eldar and Old Ones could unleash destructive psionic storms with their psionic energy, enough to easily extinguish stars, completely destroy the structure of galaxies, and annihilate our tomb world and space fleet."

"Compared to these monsters, the Adarin of our time were as weak as an unweaned toddler."

"And our race and the Star Gods have gone further, distorting and rewriting the rules of the universe... We reduce stars to a two-dimensional image, we alter the speed of light, accelerating or slowing it down when needed, we cause space to decay continuously, converting space into the energy we need..."

"We can distort the universe at will, just to achieve our desired goal—to fight against the Old Ones and defend against enemy attacks."

Upon hearing this, Dorn clenched his fists. Compared to this, humanity's offensive and defensive wars, which used planets and warships as bases, seemed incredibly ridiculous and primitive.

“So what if the scene is grand? This isn’t the human era yet,” Peturabo retorted without hesitation. His temper made him unable to stand Tarasin putting on airs in front of him without reacting.

"He who laughs last laughs best; there are no winners in the battle for heaven."

"The Ancient Ones perished, the Star Gods shattered, you Space Necromancers lost your souls and fell into slumber, while the victorious Ancient Ones perished in endless indulgence and depravity." Tarasin did not refute; he simply looked quietly at this Primarch who had once betrayed the race.

"I don't deny what you said, but are you sure that humanity will really have the last laugh?"

“Every race at the pinnacle would think so, would believe that the sun of the empire would never set.”

"But when civilization begins to decline, no matter who stands in its way, they cannot stop this great vehicle from crashing down."

"The Ancient Spirit Clan is no exception, nor is our clan. Do you think you humans are the most special beings?"

Peturabo snorted coldly and did not continue arguing with the other party.

"Stop arguing."

“Something unfamiliar is approaching.”

Rose's voice immediately calmed everyone down.

Just seconds after Rosie finished speaking, a giant portal of light suddenly appeared in the sky above this planet, which showed little sign of life but was rich in spiritual energy.

The gates of the net passage opened before everyone, and compared to the net passages that Rosie had seen with her own eyes, these gates were ridiculously wide.

A massive black stone fortress was forcibly squeezed out of the network tunnel. The space it occupied seemed to be folded and compressed by some special psychic power, and then restored upon returning to the real universe.

Blackrock Fortress hovered in the planet's orbit like a satellite, and Loshi clearly sensed that the veil of reality in this region of space was being further eroded.

The most significant impact of the weakening veil is that forces from the warp can more easily enter the real universe, allowing psykers to wield even greater power.

Large numbers of Ancient Elven poured out of the Web Channels, seemingly intending to turn this planet into their frontline position, constantly using psionic energy to transport the Black Stones from the Web Channels to the planet's surface.

The black stones, falling like raindrops, quickly piled up to form mountains and cities, far exceeding the imagination of later generations like Roxi.

Besides the ancient spirits with their explosive psionic power, Lothie also saw many other ancient orcs similar to Cork Da Vinci.

These ancient orcs were all dressed in advanced power armor, but they did not carry any weapons. Instead, they used something that looked like a force field controller to shape the black stone into the required form.

The black stones were arranged and combined according to the ancient orcs' requirements, ultimately constructing a giant matrix that looked incredibly complex and exuded a strong aura of psionic energy.

The towering black stone spires stand on the planet's surface, and many races unknown to humans move among them, helping to construct the defensive line belonging to the Old Ones.

Not only on the surface of planets, these ancient spirits also used their incredible psychic powers to arrange and adjust the positions of celestial bodies within star systems.

Lothie watched as many ancient beings dressed as prophets sat cross-legged together, drawing out massive amounts of warp power. This power was even capable of resisting the inertia of the eternal rotation of celestial bodies and forcibly moving them to the required positions.

"Now I believe what that old man Uslan said."

“He said that Eldar prophets like him are generally the most powerful psionic beings in the entire Ark world, but psionicists of their caliber would be inferior even to newly born Eldar children during the War of Heaven,” Losi said with a wry smile.

"It seems that the future of the Spirit Race is really a sorry state, they are actually doing so poorly."

Loxi concealed the presence of these time travelers, yet they were still shocked by the power displayed by these mighty ancient spirits.

Although the Ancient Spirits are not much stronger than Loxi himself, this is their average racial strength, not their individual strength.

Those planets that already had their psionic matrices built were relocated and adjusted by the Eldar, forming part of another psionic matrix in a larger space.

Once all preparations were complete, the cosmic veil over this region of space vanished completely.

The surging sea of ​​subspace can send its waves directly into the real universe.

Because of the carnage and death caused by this unprecedented war, this once relatively calm ocean is no longer so peaceful and tranquil, but instead exudes an invisible aura of danger.

Loshi was completely stunned. He had previously witnessed the Chaos Cultists using sacrifices and rituals to weaken the veil of reality, thereby guiding those abominations from the warp into the real universe.

But that's just a weakening!

Weakening and eliminating the veil are two completely different concepts.

After the veil completely disappeared, the real universe and the subspace were essentially completely connected. If this continued, wouldn't it mean that the two universes would merge into one?

Only then did Loxi realize just how terrifying the power wielded by the ancient saint who was able to carve out the Infinite Web was.

The inter-universe passage that Roxi had previously planned in his mind was probably not such a remarkable thing given the technological capabilities of the Ancient Saints.

But then again, is it really possible for the ancient sages who possess this power to be completely wiped out?

Lothie also had a question in his mind: when the Emperor sent him to the Well of Eternity, he used the naturally existing inter-universe portal to send him away from the Warhammer universe.

Regardless of whether the Emperor or the Ancient Saint possesses stronger spiritual power, if the Emperor can do it, surely the Ancient Saint can do it too?

After all, the Well of Eternity has always been there, and there is no concept of time in the warp.

Many questions flashed through Rose's mind, but he couldn't find a definite answer to any of them.

Just as Loxi was still regretting not seeing a living Ancient Saint, suddenly, a large group of fully armed Ancient Spirits began to walk towards the direction where Loxi and the others were hiding.

They wore some kind of extremely light and agile battle suit, unlike the heavy power armor worn by the ancient orcs.

Even from a human perspective, these suits can be described as works of art, each possessing astonishing aesthetic value.

The group of travelers who had traveled through time keenly sensed that these ancient spirits were definitely not just passing by, but were searching for something with a specific purpose.

The leader of the ancient spirits held a compass-like object in his hand, seemingly needing it to find his target.

Finally, after a few breaths, the ancient spirits arrived beside Loxi and the others.

Loshi had already concealed the traces of humanity with his psionic powers, and theoretically, unless the other party's psionic powers were stronger than his, it would be impossible for them to detect him.

These Eldar are indeed very strong, each one far stronger than that old guy Uslan, but compared to Loxi, they are still no match.

Rose immediately realized that the problem lay in the compass in the other party's hands.

The Elven race was also puzzled, as their senses did not detect any unusual activity, yet the compass given by the sage was indeed pointing in that direction.

Is there anyone who can hide their presence from them?
One of the Eldar, who appeared to be the leader, chose to trust the compass's guidance. He knelt on the open ground before him and performed a very complex Eldar ritual.

"Guests from afar, please show yourselves. Our sage invites you."

The Elven race member was exceptionally handsome, and the leader's aura he exuded inspired an instinctive sense of trust in others.

Compared to him, the Adaline race of later generations were indeed not worth mentioning.

Perturabo and Dorn exchanged glances, their instincts telling them not to act rashly; who knew if these Eldar were trying to lure them out?

However, after hesitating for a few seconds, Losi still chose to cancel her psionic shield.

A group of five people suddenly appeared in front of the Spirit Race. The Spirit Race leader's pupils dilated and his body released a surge of spiritual energy.

"By the Creator, how could any life completely hide itself from us?"

"Unless the other party is a member of the Pantheon, it is absolutely impossible."

"But there aren't any of these ugly creatures in the Pantheon either. Look at these guys, they're simply unbearable to look at!"

The Elven race member looked utterly incredulous, but still maintained his elegant demeanor and introduced himself first.

“Unfamiliar guest, my name is Lance, and I have been sent by the Sage to invite you to meet me.”

The Elven race member named Lance observed the five individuals before him.

His gaze first landed on Tarasin. Although he gave off a strange vibe, Lance recognized that this guy was definitely a space necromancer.

And judging from the details of the living metal, this guy should be the overlord of a space necromancer.

If the sage hadn't already given him orders to treat these guests with courtesy, Lance would have already unleashed his spiritual power and blasted that damned metal skeleton to smithereens.

Although he understood that the bodies of these space undead were not important, their rebirth protocols were perfectly capable of transmitting data to the nearest alternative body and being reincarnated.

But given the deep-seated hatred between their two races, the Necromancers and the Eldar can never reconcile.

Skipping over the infuriating space necromancer, Lance turned his attention to Danteok.

This guy looks a bit like a degraded version of the Eldar, but his physique and appearance are much inferior.

Lance possesses the pride typical of the Eldar, who are proud of every single feature they possess.

These guys in front of me look like inferior imitators who are just pretending to be something they're not.

However, the aura emanating from the other party made Lance suspicious. If he wasn't mistaken, it was the aura of a star god.

But how could those arrogant star gods possibly mold themselves into the form of flesh and blood?

The essence of the Catan is a special energy body, an embodiment of the rules of this universe. Their appearance in the form of a star god's skin is already their greatest concession.

Lance muttered to himself as he noticed the two creatures that were even larger than himself.

The Eldar couldn't see through these two unfamiliar visitors, but upon seeing them, their psychic powers instinctively sent out a warning.

Dangerous, very dangerous.

Lance had great faith in his intuition, which had saved his life countless times, as well as the lives of other Eldar.

As for the last person, he was the one Lance couldn't understand the most.

The opponent's psychic abilities were clearly far superior to his own; otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to completely conceal their presence right in front of him.

"What a strange combination: space necromancers, star gods, two genetically modified creatures of unknown origin, and a strange race with terrifyingly strong psionic abilities."

Although the Spirit Race are arrogant, they respect the strong, so his attitude was exceptionally respectful.

"The sages you speak of, are you referring to... the ancient saints?" Rosie countered.

Language barriers are not a problem for psychics of their level; a single glance is enough for them to easily grasp each other's language patterns.

“Everyone should have at least some respect for the Creator,” Lance replied. “You can call him the Sage, just like we do.”

Loxi was also surprised. They had just arrived at this point in time when the Ancient Saint sent someone to find them.

Is this the power of prophecy?
Loxi couldn't reach a conclusion for the time being, but it seemed that the best option was to meet the ancient saint who had taken the initiative to invite him.

“In that case, please lead the way, Mr. Lance,” Rosie said, raising her hand.

Lance and his men constructed a teleportation array, and when Loxi opened his eyes again, he had arrived at a peculiar palace.

The palace's design is not extravagant, but it exudes an elegant and tranquil feel.

Even Peturabo, a man who is usually irritable and easily angered, felt his mind become clearer and his emotions more stable after entering the palace.

The Olympian architect immediately realized that the palace was a hidden gem, and with his photographic memory, he memorized the entire structure before him.

Lance didn't say anything more and simply led his men out of the palace.

Inside the serene palace, a strange creature, about three meters tall, is meditating in mid-air.

He possessed characteristics of both a lizard and a toad, and his physique was not slender but rather presented a strange, slightly bloated appearance.

But even with such an odd-looking person, when he sat there meditating with his eyes closed, everyone instinctively felt a sense of awe.

It was not awe born of fear, but an instinctive reverence for a great being.

The ancient saint slowly opened its eyes, revealing vertical pupils similar to those of reptiles, and spoke in a gentle tone in a high Gothic language.

"Welcome, humans from a future timeline."

“My name is Qua. You can call me by my name directly. You don’t have to be as respectful and worshipful as Lance is.”

"After all, you have a saying in your culture: 'Guests are always welcome,' right?"

(End of this chapter)