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

Chapter 831 It's you I've chosen, Vulcan!

"You may all step back. We need some private space to discuss some important matters."

"Maintain vigilance around the perimeter; no one may approach without permission."

Guilliman waved his hand, and the Ultramarines present immediately and orderly withdrew, while the Black Templar remained motionless, standing in place awaiting Dorn's orders.

The scene became somewhat awkward for a moment, and Dorn's expression turned cold.

"What are you still doing here? Why are you ignoring Guilliman's orders? I've heard that while I've been away, you seem unusually passive in responding to the Imperial Commander's orders."

"This is not loyalty, this is disorganization and lack of discipline."

“I never imagined that something like this would happen to my son.”

"I will talk to you about this properly, but not now."

Dorne also gleaned a lot of information from the details of his offspring's behavior. The Black Templars did not obey Guilliman's orders at all, but stubbornly continued to follow the instructions of their Primarch.

Dorn could even imagine the difficult situations his brother had encountered when facing the Black Templars.

The Black Templars may indeed be loyal, but this is not the kind of loyalty Dorn desires.

Having learned from Horus's lesson, Dorne became extremely wary of this Astartes' fanatical loyalty towards the Primarchs.

Because of this fanatical loyalty, if the Primarch encounters problems, the remaining Astartes will not hesitate to follow suit.

Upon hearing Dorn's rebuke, the Black Templars, who had previously been fearless, suddenly began to panic.

They all sensed the underlying discontent in the Primarch's tone, which was more terrifying to the Black Templar than any formidable enemy or deadly danger.

"Yes, my lord."

The leader of the Black Temple immediately bowed and retreated, anxiously pondering what to do.

"It seems that the only way is to have Sigismund step in and quell the Primarch's anger."

After all the Space Marines had left, Lothie once again used her psionic powers to shield the surrounding environment, ensuring that no one could overhear the conversation.

“This time the harvest is far greater than I imagined,” Losi said.

“Very, very large! Even the price we paid to wipe out the ghoul orc empire seems insignificant compared to it.”

Guilliman's eyes lit up immediately. He was very pleased with what he had gained that had left Rosie speechless.

They were just worried about not finding any sufficiently valuable loot from the orc palace when Lothie brought good news.

"After fully releasing the time disorder effect on Perturabo, we were fortunate enough to arrive at the legendary era of the War of Heaven."

"At that point in time, we met the ancient saints who were revered as creators, and witnessed a war between the ancient saint faction and the space undead faction."

Peturabo finally revealed a smug smile. He was the driving force behind the whole thing; without him, the group would never have had this fantastical encounter.

Without him, Lothie would not have received the generous gift from the ancient saints, and humanity would not have had such a precious opportunity.

If we round it up, it was he who performed this great service!

"You've seen the Ancient Saints? Emperor, why didn't I insist on going with you?"

"What do those legendary creators look like? Did they really create many different kinds of life?"

Guilliman's curiosity spread uncontrollably, and his mind felt like it was being scratched and bitten by a powerful cat.

Meanwhile, Rosie used her psychic powers to reshape Qua's appearance in front of her, dispelling Guilliman and Vulcan's doubts.

"So this is what the legendary creator looks like. He looks a bit like an upright-walking amphibian toad."

Guilliman commented with amusement, while Rosie looked at him with a reproachful expression.

"Once you find out what a great gift the toad you're talking about has given to humankind, you'll realize how rude your joke was."

Peturabo finally seized the opportunity and stood on the high ground, pointing and gesturing at Guilliman.

"Quah had a long talk with us about the future of the real universe. He learned that we were allies in the united front against chaos, so he gave us the technology to build and maintain the network."

“The Netway?” Guilliman’s breathing quickened.

"By the Emperor, I admit my mistake. I was an ignorant fool." Guilliman showed no remorse and immediately began to apologize.

"I never imagined there was such a generous race in the world. That's the Webway, a Webway that can safely and efficiently traverse all parts of the galaxy!"

Guilliman excitedly spun around in place, while Vulcan placed his hand on his brother's shoulder armor, signaling him to calm down.

But Vulcan suddenly discovered that his arms, which were capable of forging materials with atomic-level precision, were trembling uncontrollably.

"I never imagined that the online path that my father pursued for so long but ultimately failed to achieve would now be found to be the original, genuine technology by you."

"Vulcan exclaimed from the bottom of his heart."

Lord of Fire Dragons was the Emperor's most trusted son. During the most dangerous and critical moment of the siege of Terra, the Emperor kept him by his side and entrusted him with the Seven Hammers Amulet, which could determine whether Terra was destroyed or not.

When he was beside the Golden Throne, he witnessed firsthand the tragic scene within the broken net.

The most elite Imperial Guard, the Silent Sisters, the mortal auxiliary forces, the Mechanicus's intelligent control legions, and the endless warp demon army clashed together, but the war would not end until the entrance to the network was completely sealed.

If those powers could be unleashed, Horus's rebellion would not have been so successful, and it might have been suppressed much earlier.

"How can we build a network, or at least maintain one?"

"You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. Trying to get fat in one bite will only cause internal injuries."

Vulcan, a craftsman by trade, was particularly sensitive to repair issues, so he pressed for answers.

“Completely analyzing the knowledge and information given by the ancient saints is a long task,” Losi explained as succinctly as possible. “However, in repairing the network, we can currently approach it from two main aspects.”

"Firstly, we need suitable repair tools."

Secondly, we need suitable repair materials.

"If we want to build new Web tunnels, there is one thing we cannot avoid—you can call it a Web tunneling machine, a magical creation made by the ancient saints that can carve Web tunnels between the real universe and the warp."

Loshi also found the answers to the questions that had puzzled him before from the information given to him by the Ancient Saints.

"Do you remember the alien artifact that Ryan used back then? It was something called the Tuchucha Engine, which could take the user through a severe warp storm and directly to the target area?" Losi mentioned.

"You mean the Tuchucha engine? That thing is really useful, but unfortunately stingy Ryan took it back."

"Could it be that the true capabilities of the Tuchucha engine are not limited to this?"

Guilliman's brain searches his memory with astonishing speed, and he quickly unearthed trivial information about the Tuchucha engine.

"The tunnel boring machine I mentioned is composed of three artifacts belonging to the ancient sages."

"Tuchucha engine, Ouroboros, and the Heart of Plague."

"These three seemingly unrelated things, when combined, are actually the most powerful tool for carving out the net. If we hadn't learned the answer from the ancient sages, who could have known this?"

Guilliman never expected that something he had used before would be connected to the famous Netdo.

"Sigh, I should have known better than to give it back to Ryan. What does that Caliban barbarian know? He's just using the Tuchucha engine as a convenient tool of war," Guilliman cursed inwardly.

"But now Ryan, Ruth, and Chagatai have all entered the Netway, and we don't know when they will return."

"Even if we obtain the Tuchucha engine, the whereabouts of the remaining two items are still unknown, so it is not realistic to rebuild the Netway tunnel boring machine in the short term."

Guilliman was furious at the thought of his three brothers abandoning him and rushing into the internet only to find no news.

If they were still alive, this war against the ghoul orc empire wouldn't have been so difficult.

"We don't need to be overly ambitious right now. We can first repair the existing network and then take complete control of it."

Loxi felt that the situation had suddenly improved.

Once the gift of the ancient saints is successfully implemented, humanity will have the Net Dao within to mold the entire empire into an impenetrable fortress, and the Ork, an extremely powerful war race, can be commanded from the outside. What is there to fear?

"At that time, we can form a faster-than-light mode in which the network and the space bridge run in parallel, with the network as the main trunk and the space bridge as the branch, and the two complement each other."

"What are your plans to do about the Eldar?" Guilliman asked.

When he was the commander of the Empire, he had discussed with Uslan the joint development of the Webpath, but the Eldar prophet kept using the excuse that Lothie had not yet returned.

Guilliman understood that the other party was worried that once humans entered the Web Path in large numbers, they would immediately encroach on the living space originally occupied by the Eldar, and even directly turn the tables and drive the Eldar out.

Humans have both the capability and the ambition.

If he were an Eldar, he would have the same concerns.

The problem is that he is the Primarch, and is naturally on the side of humanity. For the sake of humanity's future, he can kill other races without any burden, even the Eldar, with whom he has a relatively good relationship.

"As for the Eldar, I will personally coordinate with Uslan. After all, they have lost the ability to repair the network, but we now have that ability."

“We can ask the Eldar to help us repair the Web, which would be a good thing for both of our races.”

"We will extend an olive branch for cooperation. If the Eldar really don't know what's good for them, then I'm sorry."

"Those Eldar who are willing to cooperate are our allies; those who are unwilling to cooperate, let them go and meet their own gods."

Hearing Roche's reply, Guilliman nodded in agreement.

"Another very important point is that the Ancient Ones gave us the key to control the green-skinned orcs. We now possess the prerequisite for wielding this powerful biological weapon."

"If the plan succeeds, the Orcs who have caused us so much trouble will no longer be a burden or a hindrance, but rather the cheapest and most useful weapon in our hands."

Guilliman and Vulcan were no less shocked than when they had just heard about the Internet.

"Did I hear that right? There's actually a way to control those savage, chaotic, and out-of-control Orcs?"

Guilliman's mind immediately flashed back to the powerful opponents he had encountered on the battlefield:
The green-skinned boy who can thrive with just soil and sunlight, the tech tyrant who can forge powerful weapons from scraps and debris, and the war boss who grows stronger through constant battles and fights...

The more you interact with orcs, the more you understand the boundless potential and irrationality of this race.

If humanity hadn't interrupted the development of the green tide, the impact of this war would likely have extended beyond the northeastern part of the galaxy, potentially engulfing the entire galaxy.

"Yes, we have the key, but we still have a long way to go before we can open the treasure vault and get the final reward."

Loxi pondered for a moment, then said carefully.

"That's just a matter of paying a price. As long as we can truly control the Orc race, then any price will be worth it."

Guilliman rubbed his hands together excitedly, seemingly unable to wait to see the orc army that belonged to humans.

“I took in a group of orc prisoners during the Skullcrusher campaign. If you need them, I can transfer them to you immediately for you to handle.”

Lothie also took the opportunity to share the two methods that the Old Ones had told him with everyone. He wanted to see how the Primarchs thought about it and which method would maximize benefits and minimize risks for humanity.

"Two methods...that's interesting."

"As you said, the first method is to enslave and control an Ork, and then put him on the throne of the Ork Emperor."

“We can control the entire Ork Orcs through this Orc Emperor, but there are drawbacks. Once our control methods fail, this biological weapon that we have cultivated will immediately turn against us.”

Guilliman's head started spinning at the thought of such an ending.

One ghoul orc empire is troublesome enough, do we really need an even more powerful one?

"Secondly, we cannot guarantee that the Orc Emperor will never die. If our enemies find out that the Orc Emperor is the key to our control over the Orcs, they will do anything to kill him."

"By then, all our efforts will have been in vain."

Guilliman's meaning was clear: he opposed the first method of enslaving the Ork, its drawbacks being far too obvious. "So, you prefer the second method?" Loshi gazed into Guilliman's cobalt blue eyes, voicing his thoughts.

"But who should bear the power of the Waaagh energy crystal? Kua told me that bearing this power will inevitably lead to the erosion of Waaagh energy, both in the body and the soul."

Rose was also helpless; he actually preferred the second option, but they didn't have a suitable candidate.

Even if one of the Imperial Guards were to bear the burden, it would probably be difficult to sustain for long.

Just then, Peturabo, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

"Don't you understand what this ambitious Macurag means? He wants us Primarchs to be the vessels for his schemes."

Peturabo's eyes were playful, giving off an arrogant and smug look as if he already knew the truth.

Even though this most conflicted Primarch underwent a significant personality change under Dorn's influence, he still couldn't shake the fundamental nature of his character.

Peturabo enjoys the feeling of showing off in front of others, and he likes to be worshipped with admiring eyes. He then acts as if he doesn't care at all, using a nonchalant attitude to cultivate his image.

"Only the Primarch can perfectly bear the power of this psionic emerald. Our bodies and souls are far superior to those of mortals; this is a qualitative difference."

"Even the achievements that ordinary geniuses attain by exhausting their entire lives are merely thresholds that we can easily surpass with a little study. We are born extraordinary, and our essence leads directly to the path of godhood."

As Peturabo spoke, he opened his arms, revealing his broad chest.

The Olympians were only wrapped in a pure white linen cloth, and their exposed muscles were as flawless as masterpieces sculpted by the most skilled sculptors of ancient Greece.

However, no one present paid any attention to Peturabo.

The other Primarchs already knew what kind of guy this brother was, but Danteok turned his gaze away, as if he had seen something very unlucky.

Only Taracin looked at Peturab with interest, but his gaze was not one of admiration and praise that Peturab had hoped to see; rather, it was the dangerous look one might give when examining a precious and coveted collection.

A chill ran down the spine of the Olympian.

He now has no power armor, no weapons of his own, and even his own offspring are unwilling to follow him.

Aside from the period when he was in infant form, this is arguably the most vulnerable time in Peturabo's life.

He currently has no means to deal with this malevolent space necromancer overlord.

If Tarachin really intends to store him in the Solemnas Museum, then unless other Primarchs intervene, he will have no way to resist.

So he retreated silently behind Dorn, avoiding Tarasin's burning gaze.

"Unfortunately, he doesn't seem too keen on it," Tarasin muttered.

"Which of us do you want to take this responsibility, Guilliman?" Dorn was completely oblivious to the unusual atmosphere. He simply asked the other man seriously, hoping he would be clearer.

"It's impossible for you to do it yourself. After you return to Terra, you will have to take on the heavy responsibility of rebuilding the Highlords."

"Apart from you, none of us are good at politics."

“We can’t trust Perturabo. If he becomes the one who controls the Ork, no one knows if he will rebel again.”

Dorn completely disregarded the fact that Perturabo was right next to him and instead focused on discussing the feasibility of the matter at hand.

When Perturabo saw that Dorn showed him no mercy, his face darkened.

However, he has at least improved compared to the past. Perturabo put himself in Dorne's shoes and tried to think from her perspective.

However, the Olympians soon discovered, to their dismay, that there was indeed a high probability that they would betray them once again.

If he were Dorne, he would never have entrusted such a task to a Primarch with a dark past.

"Under the existing conditions, there are only two choices left: me, or Vulcan."

Dorn turned his gaze to the Lord of Fire Dragons beside him, as did the others.

Looking at Vulcan's charcoal-black face, Rosie suddenly felt as if a skylight had opened in her mind, making it bright and clear.

Yes, Vulcan, who could be more suitable than Vulcan?
In terms of loyalty to humanity, Vulcan is undoubtedly among the most loyal of all Primarchs.

In terms of survival ability, Vulcan, with the added advantage of immortality, is invincible from the start. Who dares to say that they are tougher than Vulcan?

In terms of understanding the Ork, Vulcan was the Primarch who participated in the entire war against the Ghoul Ork Empire from beginning to end.

The Lord of Fire Dragons was still a bit confused. He pointed to his profile, still unable to recover from the discussion.

"Yes, Vulcan is indeed more suitable than me."

"He's the best candidate, after all, even his armor is dark green, isn't it?"

Dorn's lame joke immediately created an awkward silence, but Perturabo responded to Dorn.

“I think so too. If Vulcan can control the Ork race, it will be the safest thing for humanity.”

Looking at the scene before him, Vulcan suddenly recalled how, during the war not long ago, the Ork had called him "the big green guy."

If things really continue like this, then he'll become a big green guy, if not a big green guy.

"Is this really a good idea? Maybe we should wait until Ryan and the others return and then discuss it properly together."

"Perhaps there are other brothers who are more suitable than me."

Vulcan instinctively felt a sense of rejection towards himself, feeling a bit repulsed by the things that belonged to the Ork.

Every Primarch has the source code of hatred and loathing for aliens branded by the Emperor, not to mention the Ork, who are vastly different from humans.

“This is just a preliminary idea; it will definitely take some time to implement it,” Rosie reassured her.

"Of course, if you really refuse this method, we can continue to try the first method: control an Ork and turn him into the new Ork Emperor."

Vulcan hesitated, knowing that this would be of great benefit to the empire.

But, but...

Suddenly, Loxi shifted her gaze to a hidden, obscure corner of the orc palace.

"I felt a sudden fluctuation in the warp, and something appeared inside the orc royal palace."

"Everyone stay alert and catch that sneaky guy!"

At this time, the only ones secretly appearing in the orc palace should be the cunning Orcs, in everyone's eyes.

They might have left something behind here, and they'd be willing to take huge risks to steal it back.

Without any hesitation, Loxi unleashed a silver-white psionic lightning bolt, its immense power like a thunderbolt crashing down from the heavens, leveling the entire area to the ground.

Danteok was equally prepared, entropy-energy flames appearing in his hands. These flames could rapidly increase the entropy of matter, almost incinerating all matter.

The Primarchs also drew their swords and guns, and in an instant, gunfire erupted and cannons roared.

"Cough cough!"

Are you going to kill me, children?

However, in the bombarded area, a hoarse cough suddenly came from within, and Loxi's eyes lit up when he heard it.

That sounds familiar.

Unsure? Let's try firing another shot.

Another bolt of psionic lightning struck, completely annihilating the dust in the ruins and revealing an area covered by a colorless psionic shield.

Behind the shield, the figure of an old man dressed in a gray-brown hooded robe, holding a scepter, slowly emerged.

He looked at the crowd, then lifted his hood.

However, Guilliman's composure crumbled the moment he saw the man's face.

Primarch unleashed a barrage of fire with his left-hand Hand of Domination, while his right-hand Crimson Sword glowed as he slashed directly at his opponent.

The psionic shield created by Makado was torn open by Guilliman's anti-psionic power, and then the Hand of Domination was slammed into the Hand of the Bearer's forehead, and the explosive bomb roared out.

"Ma! Ka! Do!!"

"How dare you come back!"

Guilliman's roar echoed through the sky, even startling Perturabo with his brother's volatile temper.

Also, when did Guilliman become so powerful that he could cleave Makador's psionic shield with a single sword strike? Is this still the psionic Muggle from our memories?
The surprise in Makado's eyes grew stronger. He slightly raised his left hand to resist the force emanating from Guilliman.

However, the Makulaq men continued to close in, and it seemed he really had no intention of holding back.

"That's enough, that's enough."

"Is it really necessary to be so furious just because I asked you to cover for me and work overtime for a while?"

"I'm your uncle, Robert!"

Guilliman's sword continued to shine brighter, as if a small sun was being conceived within it.

Macado suffered repeated defeats.

"I apologize to you. I shouldn't have left you. My departure was to fulfill the important mission entrusted to me by the Emperor."

"You can lay a hand on me, but you can't stop me from explaining the Emperor's mission, can you?"

Macardo realized he had been a bit too arrogant and immediately apologized to Guilliman, whom he had messed up badly.

He had expected Guilliman to be angry, but he hadn't anticipated that the other man's anger hadn't been completely vented.

“Makado is indeed dishonest, but he does have his reasons. Let him explain what happened.”

Rosie quickly stepped in to calm Robert down; if he really got carried away, things would get really messy.

Given his current psionic resistance, it's too difficult to subdue him using psionic means; we can only rely on physical methods.

Guilliman's face was cold, but he managed to calm down.

"You'd better give a convincing reason, or this isn't over!"

Makado wore a bitter expression, looking like an innocent old man being bullied by a ruthless thug.

But Rosie knew that the psychic power of this Marker was enough to completely extinguish the sun, or to pause the time of an entire satellite and then throw it into a space with a different time flow.

"You've been gone for so long, I really thought you were no longer interfering with the Empire."

"At first, I really thought you were tired of the endless work, so you chose to leave and hide your identity so that no one could find you."

Makado looked around at the orc palace in ruins.

"Are you all going to listen to me talk here? Although I'm free from heavy official duties, my life is by no means easy."

"Or to put it another way, after a brief moment of elation at being freed from my predicament, I began to regret agreeing to complete the mission for Neos."

“Your father, even sitting on the golden throne, is not at peace. He is always thinking about exploiting me and Waldo.”

Makado sighed deeply, and with no other option, Rosie led everyone back to the flagship Emperor's Wrath in space.

"Now, I can finally tell you what I've been through all these years."

Macado held a cup of freshly brewed tea in both hands and spoke softly to the crowd.

(End of this chapter)